*Two weeks later

"Just show me! Come on, I promise I won't laugh."

I hear Harry sigh as he slowly opens the door. My hand flies to my mouth to keep myself from laughing. It's wednesday and also the day before Halloween. Harry's parents went to visit Gemma again and they'll be gone for the weekend, so he decided to have a Halloween party at his house on Friday. He, however, didn't want to dress up. So, here we are, the day before Halloween and two days before his party shopping for a costume. As to be expected, there isn't much selection.

"You promised!" he yells, trying to close the door. I jump forward and keep him from shutting it all the way. I made him try this Tarzan costume on as a joke. It was basically just an animal print skirt, cut jagged at the bottom. There was also a club. I held it out to him. He shook his head.

"This is embarrassing enough, I am not making it worse. That thing is rediculous. Now, please remove yourself from my fitting room so I can take this horrible thing off of me."

I smile, looking him up and down. He looked good, but that had nothing to do with what he was wearing. As I had discovered many times over the last few weeks, Harry's body is perfection. Not a hair out of place. His abs are rock hard, his chest is strong, and his arms are perfectly toned. I couldn't find one thing wrong with him. It was annoying sometimes.

"Yea, the tattoos kind of mess with the look I think they're trying to achieve. The skirt doesn't exactly scream badass." I start laughing and he spins me around, pushing me out of the fitting room. "Are there any more to try on?"

"Yea, just one. If it's not good, then I think I'll just go as basically the coolest person on earth."

I chuckle and lean against the wall. "And who would that be?"

"Me, of course," he says, probably smiling at his own joke. I roll my eyes and he opens the door, walking out. "What do you think?" he asks, holding his arms out to his sides to show me. I stare at him. (http://www.costumesupercenter.com/mens+costumes-pirate/01530-buccaneer-pirate-man-shirt-adult-costume.html looks like this but the V-neck goes lower without the strings) He looks sexy as hell in this pirate costume. It's simple; just a white v-neck with a belt and black pants. The shirt dips pretty low, but I can't quite see his butterfly tattoo. It reveals a good portion of his chest, though, and I find myself staring.

"Yea, I think you should get that one," I say, taking a step toward him.

"You like this one? It's kind of boring, don't you think?"

I take another step and look him up and down once more. "I really don't."

He raises an eyebrow and puts his hands on my lower back as I take another step towards him, pulling me close. I put my hands on his arms, looking up at him. "Do I look okay?" he asks, smirking at me. He knows I've been checking him out the whole time. I shrug and play with the hem of his shirt. He chuckles and releases me. "You are about as subtle as an elephant, love. I could see you staring at me. I'm not blind." He winks at me and I smack his ass as he walks by to go back into the fitting room. He gets dressed and comes back out carrying pirate costume. He pays for it and we decide to go home. He pulls into his driveway and we both get out.

"Babe, looks like your parents are home. Still want to stay for dinner?" He asks, walking around the car to my side. I smile at the pet name. He started using it occasionally the day after we went bowling, and every time he says it my heart flutters. I used it as well, but much less often. I sigh when I look at my house. I haven't seen either of my parents in a few days, but I really don't want to go home. Harry wraps his arms around me, noting my struggle. "You are welcome to stay here, love. I was just asking."

"I know, I'm fine. I should probably go home. I have to finish some homework anyway." I pull back a little and Harry leans down to kiss me. My heart rate sky rockets; I would never get used to the feeling of his lips against mine. After what isn't even close to enough time, he pulls back and walks me across the street. "Harry, I live about three seconds from your front door. Why do you insist on walking me home every time?"

He swings his arm around my shoulder and looks down at me, revealing his dimples as he smiles. "What kind of boyfriend would I be if I let you walk home alone?"

We step onto the porch and I turn to face him. "Boyfriend?" I ask, raising an eyebrow. We had been seeing each other for about two weeks, but nothing was official. We weren't a couple.

"Is that a problem?" He asks, closing the distance between us.

I laugh and shake my head. "What took you so long?" He laughs as well and leans down to kiss me passionately. I wrap my hands around his neck and he pulls me tighter. Suddenly my front door swings open. I jump back from Harry and spin around to see my father standing there with a bag in his hand.

"Dad?" I ask, breathless. I'm caught between embarrassment and shock. Why does he have a bag?

"What the hell is this?" he asks, looking sternly at Harry. Harry looks at me, not sure what to do. Harry was good with people, but my dad wasn't exactly an easy person to be around.

"What is that?" I counter, pointing to his bag. He looks at it and then at me.

"I'm going to stay in a hotel for a little while. Your mother kicked me out."

My mouth hangs open when he explains himself. I have no idea what to say. My dad and I aren't close, we never have been, but that didn't mean I wanted him to leave. I always said this would be the best thing for my parents, but I never actually thought it would happen. My dad walks up to me and kisses my forehead. "I'll see you later, Langley. Don't worry about this, okay? I'll be back soon." I can't respond, so he walks past Harry and gets in his car to drive away. Harry wraps his arms around me, rubbing my back.

"Are you alright, love? Do you need anything?" I stay still, frozen in place. He backs up after a minute and pulls me inside, shutting the door. He plants me on the couch and I hear him plug in the kettle. He comes back and sits beside me, taking my hands in his. "Please say something, Lana. You're freaking me out." I look at him, feeling my eyes water. I shake my head and look at my hands. They're shaking.

"I never thought he would actually leave."

Harry wraps his arms around me and leans back into the couch, pulling me with him. I curl up against him and try to keep myself from crying. I feel tears start to fall and Harry rubs my back. "It's alright to be upset, love. Everything's going to be okay, I promise." I close my eyes and just lean into him. I realize my mother must have heard me yell at my dad, but she's nowhere to be found. Harry is the one comforting me, making me feel better. When I'm with him I do feel better.

"Thank you," I whisper, hugging him tighter.

He kisses the top of my head. "Anytime, love."

I look up at him. "Promise?"

"Cross my heart." I lean up to kiss him on the cheek and snuggle into him again. I don't know how long we sit like that for, but eventually my mom comes downstairs.

"Lana, it's a school night. Send the boy home," she says annoyed, walking into the kitchen. The boy? Send him home? He was the one actually being there for me! I stand up and look at her. Harry remains on the couch, looking up at me.

"The boy has a name, mother. It's Harry. And no, I don't want to send him home yet. I came home to find my father leaving us and you were nowhere to be found. Harry is actually trying to comfort me. So no, I'm not sending him anywhere," I spit, full of attitude. She stares at me as I take Harry's hand and pull him up the stairs and into my bedroom, closing and locking the door behind me.

"I cannot believe her! She doesn't even have one thing to say about my dad? No explanation? I thought she was supposed to be my mother!" I half shout, pacing in front of my bed. I feel my eyes watering again and I keep pacing, willing myself not to cry. Harry suddenly takes my shoulders and makes me stop.

"Lana, stop, okay? Relax. She's probably upset, too. I'm sure she'll talk to you sooner or later." He rubs my arms soothingly and I look up at him.

"No, she won't. She doesn't care about anyone but herself," I whisper, sitting on the edge of the bed. Harry sits beside me. "I don't know why I'm so upset. I knew this would happen eventually. I actually hoped for it, as horrible as it sounds."

"It's normal to be upset, love. Your life is going to change if they split up."

"No, Harry, it won't. My parents don't pay attention to me now, why would that change if one of them isn't living here? I'll just see them even less."

"Lana, they're your parents. I really don't-"

"Can we not talk about this anymore?" I ask, closing my eyes. He wraps an arm around me and I lean against his shoulder. I stand up and walk into the bathroom to clean myself up. My makeup is smeared down my face and my eyes are red from crying. I look horrible. Harry leans against the doorframe with his hands in his pockets, watching me.

"Get out," I say, pushing him out the door and closing it.

"What did I do?" he asks from the other side, sounding confused.

"Nothing! I just look like a troll right now so I don't want you to look at me."

I hear him laugh. "Babe, you realize I've seen you throw up, right? It doesn't get much worse than that." I open the door to glare at him, hand on my hip.

"I thought we discussed this, Styles. We don't talk about that. I'm pretending it didn't happen." He laughs and jumps onto my bed, leaning back against the pillows and folding his hands over his chest. He just smirks at me and I roll my eyes. "Yes, please, make yourself comfortable."

I go back into the bathroom and stare at myself, trying to process what just happened. My dad is gone. My mother doesn't seem to care. Harry is in my bedroom with my mother's full knowledge and she doesn't even care. When did this become my life? When we lived in California we were happy. My dad spent time with us, my mom actually wanted to do things with me. What changed?

I clean my face and wipe all the make up off before crawling onto my bed beside Harry. I notice my alarm clock on the other side of him. 10:00? Harry and I must have been on the couch for a lot longer than I thought; when we got to my house it had only been dark for about a half hour. He looks at it as well and back to me, looking at me questioningly. I know I should probably send him home, but I don't want to. I lay on top of him and he clasps his hands on my back. I fold my arms on his chest and rest my chin on my hands.

"You should probably go home."

"Funny how you say that after you trap me underneath you," he says, smirking down at me. I look as innocent as possible. He laughs and rubs my back. I turn my face and lay my left cheek down on his body. "I can go if you'd like."

I sigh and look up at him again. "I don't want you to go."

"Then it looks like I'm staying." I smile and put my hands on either side of his body, pulling myself forward to kiss him. He puts his hands on the back of my thighs,pulling me up closer to his face. His hands then move up slowly to the bottom of my shirt, sliding under it and resting on the skin of my lower back. I shiver a little and put my hands on either side of his face. He suddenly flips me over, laying on top of me. I smile into the kiss. I'd discovered over the last two weeks that Harry never let me be on top of him for too long. Apparently he likes having control, but I didn't mind. He knows what he's doing for sure. He feels me smile and pulls back a little.

"What are you smiling about?" he asks, smirking at me.

"Oh, nothing," I say, smiling more. He raises an eyebrow and sits up, straddling me and folding his arms over his chest. "What are you doing?"

"Tell me."

I laugh and prop myself up on my elbows. "It's nothing, Harry. I just noticed that you have preference for the way we position ourselves while making out."

He rolls his eyes and puts his hands on either side of my face, leaning over me. "I like being on top. Is that what you're saying?" I nod and laugh a little as he leans down more. "Is that a problem, love?" I shake my head and grab the front of his shirt, pulling his face down to mine. He moves his lips down to my neck. "Good," he breathes against my neck. "You better get used to it." I giggle and he brings his lips back to mine, kissing me passionately. I tangle my hand into his hair and he supports his weight on his elbows but leans into me more, pushing our bodies together. I moan softly as he starts grinding his hips against mine slowly. He kisses me harder and I tug on his curls. He presses his body harder into mine and I wrap my legs around his waist and put my hands around his back, digging my fingers into him in an attempt to pull him even closer to me. He moans into my mouth and I move my fingers to the bottom of his shirt, pulling it up. He sits up and pulls it off, quickly leaning down against me again with most of his weight. He supports himself with one hand while the other travels under my shirt, and I pull it over my head, granting him full access. He smiles down at me before kissing down my neck again, moving across my collar bone and down between my breasts. He leaves a trail of kisses down my stomach and around my navel. My back arches slightly, reacting to how amazing it feels. He makes his way back up slowly and when he reaches my collar bone again I take his face in my hands and pull it up to my own to kiss him. Suddenly there's a knock on the door and the handle wiggles but doesn't turn from the lock. Harry pulls back from me and looks to the door, breathing heavy.

"It's probably my mom. Just ignore it, she'll go away," I say, pulling his face back down to my own. He kisses me for a few seconds before there's another knock on the door. I groan as Harry pulls back again.

"Mom, go away! I don't want to talk!" I yell, as Harry finds my sweet spot below my ear. I suppress a moan and tug on his curls again. He spends plenty of time there, sucking and nibbling the skin.

"Lana, it's Brooke. Your mom called me. What are you doing? Why is the door locked?"

Harry continues and it takes all of my will power to push him away. He leans his face over mine. "I thought we were ignoring that?" he asks, smirking and looking back and forth between my eyes and lips. We're both breathing heavy, our bodies still pressed together.

I laugh softly. "I'll be right there, Brooke! One sec!" I stare into Harry's eyes for a few seconds and kiss him once more. "Apparently your mom isn't the only one with bad timing."

Harry groans and rolls off of me and onto his back. We both lay there for a few seconds, catching our breath. I stand up and put my shirt back on. Harry watches me tenderly. I pick his shirt up off the floor and throw it at him, but he doesn't put it on. Brooke pounds on the door again. He just lays there and puts his hands behind his head. "Harry, please dress yourself. I don't need my best friend gawking at your perfection."

"Perfection?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.

I roll my eyes and unlock the door, opening it to see a very impatient Brooke.

"What the hell are you doing? Why is the door locked?" she asks, barging in. I close the door behind her and she stops, staring at Harry. "Is he always shirtless when he's in here? I mean I don't blame you, I'd want to see abs like that all the time too, but- ow!" she jumps back, as I hit her in the arm.

"That would be my boyfriend's abs, thank you. No discussing them. At least, not while he's here."

Brooke raises an eyebrow at me. "Boyfriend?" I look at Harry and she does the same. He just lays there, smiling at us. "Well, then. I guess you don't need anything from me for tonight. Look's like Styles over here has it covered." She turns to me. "Are you okay? What happened?"

"My dad left. Said he's staying in a hotel for a while. My mom didn't really say anything about it."

"What? What happened? Why'd he leave?"

I laugh and sit back down on the bed. "Why? Brooke, my parents are miserable! You know that. Neither of them have been home much the last few weeks and when they are they fight. It's good he left. Maybe I can start having at least one parent again."

She looks at Harry, who is no longer smiling. Then she looks back at me and sits down beside me. "Well, you know if you need anything, I'm here. Well," she says, turning back to Harry, "not anything. Some things only he can help you with. But other than that, call me if you need me." She kisses me on the cheek and waves bye to us, closing the door behind her. I go into the closet and put on some cotton shorts and an oversized tshirt. I crawl onto the bed next to Harry and he puts an arm around me.

"I think there must be some sort of signal that happens when you and I are together," he whispers, laughing. "Every time things are about to get interesting someone interrupts." I laugh and rest my arm on his stomach, lightly tracing his butterfly tattoo.

"Nothing was getting interesting, Styles," I say, knowing what he meant.

"Oh, I beg to differ. It was very interesting. Certain parts of me were very interested." I pull away and prop myself up on my elbow on one side, smiling at him. He winks at me and I laugh, rolling my eyes at him. "Don't laugh at me, Forester. I know you were getting excited."

I begin to trace the swallows on his chest, smiling slightly. "I wouldn't be so sure."

"And why's that?" he asks, bending one of his knees and putting his left arm behind his head.

"Well, I'm a very good actress." I look up at him innocently and he cocks his head to the side.

"Oh really?" I nod and lay down on my back, looking up at the ceiling. "I don't think anyone is that good an actor." He rolls on top of me and I try not to react, but my breath betrays me and I gasp. Who wouldn't react this this boy on top of them? He is perfection.


"What do you suppose you're doing?" I ask, trying to keep my voice even. He smirks and leans in close to me, our lips almost touching. I stare into his green eyes and can't help but get lost in them.

"Just testing your skills, love." He bends down and kisses my neck. "Show me how uninterested you are," he whispers as he continues kissing. I try to continue this game by acting bored, but I can't suppress the moan that comes out when he finds my sweet spot. He chuckles against my skin and lifts his head back up to look me in the eyes. "Looks like someone's enjoying themselves?" I roll my eyes and pull his face down to mine. He chuckles against my mouth and I open it to give his tongue entrance. I can feel my heart beat faster and faster, and I can feel Harry's "interest" against my body. I know how much we both want this, but I don't like the idea of sleeping with Harry for the first time with my mother in the house, possibly down the hall.

I push him back, but he just laughs a little and moves his lips to my neck again.

"Harry," I whisper, tangling my fingers in his hair. He hums against my skin in response. I don't respond so he continues kissing my neck and working down to my collar bone again. I move my hands to his face and pull it up so I can look him in the eye. His breathing is heavy. I almost lose my nerve and kiss him again, but I know eventually my mom will come into my room. "My mom isn't going to let you stay here much longer. You should probably go," I say, but contradict myself and pull his face down to mine. He kisses me passionately and I can feel my resolve wearing thin as our mouths move in sync. He stops the kiss abruptly and leans his forehead against mine.

"Well, now I'm confused," he says, pulling back and sitting up, still on top of me.

"What are you confused about."

"Well," he says, fiddling with the hem of my shirt, pulling it up to just below my bra and tracing shapes with the tip of his finger. I feel goosebumps raise wherever he touches me. "Well, you tell me you aren't interested, but you clearly are. You've tried kicking me out multiple times, but you keep kissing me." He shakes his hands and leans over me, hands on either side of my face. "Now I don't know what you want from me, love." He smirks and looks back and forth between my eyes and lips. I roll my eyes.

"Okay, let me clear this up for you. I want to kiss you. I don't want you to leave. But you probably should before we can add my mom to the list of people that have seen us like this." I lift my hand and gesture towards our position, and he follows the movement, looking down at our bodies. He slowly looks back up at my face, still smirking.

"Well, would you look at that."

"What?" I ask, suddenly self conscious about my bare skin.

"Look at all the space between us. That's going to be a problem." I giggle as he lays down on top of me, not supporting his weight at all. He nuzzles his head into my neck and I laugh and wrap my arms around him. He was so cute sometimes.

"Babe, you're kind of crushing me," I say quietly.

He rubs his nose against my neck and snuggles in closer. "I'm always on top, remember?" I laugh and stroke his hair. Despite the fact that he's a little too heavy for me, I could stay like this forever. I feel so peaceful and happy when I'm with Harry. I continue stroking his hair and occasionally twirl a piece between my fingers. I sigh and rub his arm to make him look at me. He doesn't, but I can feel him smile against my skin.

"Harry?"

"Yes, love?"

"Your parents left yesterday, right?" He props himself up his elbows and looks down at me, stroking my cheek. He nods, searching my eyes for something. His curls start falling into his eyes and I reach up and push them back into place. "Maybe I could stay with you tonight?" I ask quietly, unsure of myself. He smiles and kisses me.

"I would love that."

I smile up at him. I'm not sure I want to do anything tonight, but I know I don't want to sleep alone in my house. I didn't want to be here if Harry wasn't. He gets up and puts his shirt on while I go to my closet to get some clothes for school tomorrow. I put them in a bag and throw my school bag over my shoulder. "Ready?" He nods and reaches out to take my bags from me.

Seriously, could he get any more perfect?

We go downstairs and I find my mom asleep on the couch. She looks like she's been crying and this surprises me. I cover her with a blanket and write a note to leave on the counter, telling her I'll be sleeping at Harry's. This will probably be a problem tomorrow, but to be honest I really don't care. Harry opens the door and I walk onto the porch, locking the door behind us. We interlock our fingers and walk across the street.

Notes

yay they're together finally :) as ive said before, if they do sleep together you'll know, but im not going into detail with it. sorry to disappoint :P

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