I wake up feeling happy and rested. I open my eyes to see my gorgeous boyfriend laying beside me, still asleep. I stare at him for a few minutes, just smiling at how lucky I am to be here with him. I move closer to him and pick his arm up from beside him carefully, trying not to wake him up. I drape it over my waist and examine his many tattoos.

"Babe, if you want me to feel you up all you have to do is ask," Harry says quietly, voice raspy from sleep. I look up at him and he's smirking, eyes closed. After a minute he opens them slowly, looking down at me.

"Good morning. Sleep well?"

I nod and place my palm against his cheek. "Perfectly. You?"

"Me too." He closes his eyes and tightens his grip around my waist, pulling my closer. After a few minutes I try to turn over to look at the time, but he doesn't let me.

"Harry, I just want to see what time it is. We have school today."

"Five more minutes."

I giggle and snuggle in closer, wrapping my arms around him. He kisses the top of my head, sighing into my hair. I feel like I could stay like this forever. After what has to be more than five minutes, I look up at him and poke his cheek. He opens one eye slightly to peek at me before quickly shutting it again and squeezing me against him. He hugs me so tight I start to laugh and push against him.

"Harry I can't breathe!" I squeal. He finally releases me and I roll over a few times, distancing myself from him. He opens his eyes.

"Why are you all the way over there?" he asks, acting hurt and confused.

"I like breathing."

He smirks and throws the blankets back, rolling over to me. He rolls right on top of me and lays his head against my chest. I laugh again and he props his head up.

"I like waking up with you," he says quietly, looking at me tenderly. He leans down to kiss me, but I cover his mouth with my hand. I can feel him smile, and he looks quite amused. "What are you doing?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.

"You can't kiss me right now."

"And why not?"

"Morning breath. Let me brush my teeth quickly." I suddenly feel something wet against my hand and quickly pull it away, wiping it on the bed beside me. "Harry, you did not just lick me!"

He smiles deviously, laughing as I push him off of me and get up to go to the bathroom. I brush my teeth for way longer than I normally would and rinse with Harry's mouthwash twice, just to be safe. I also fix my hair a little and wipe some leftover makeup from under my eyes. I go back out to see him lying on his back, hands on his stomach. He looks over when I exit the bathroom.

"Did you fix your hair?" he asks, trying not to smile. I roll my eyes and crawl onto the bed, sitting on his stomach.

"Do you have a problem with that?" I ask, putting my hands on either side of his head. He puts his hands on my bare thighs.

"Not at all. I was enjoying the morning look, though." I laugh and he moves his hands slowly up my thighs and rests them on my hips. Suddenly his grip tightens and he flips me onto my back, positioning himself on top of me. I gasp in surprise. Should have seen that one coming. "I don't know why you even try," he says, leaning down to kiss me. I am happy to comply, moving my lips against his as he pushes his tongue into my mouth. I tangle my fingers into his hair, pulling him close to me. He supports some of his weight on his arms, but leans into me with most of it, trying to get close. I wrap my legs around his waist and move my arms to his back, trying to pull the rest of his weight onto me. He pulls back a little and I attach my lips to his neck.

"Lana, if you pull me down anymore all my weight will be on you. I don't want to crush you," he breathes, while I slowly make my way back to his mouth.

"I don't mind," I whisper against his jawline. Our lips meet again and Harry moans against my mouth, making me smile. He leaves a trail of kisses down my neck, spending some time below my ear. I gasp with delight, tugging on his curls and wrapping my legs tighter around him. He finally does what I'm trying to get him to and lets the rest of his weight fall against me. I pull his face back to my own and kiss him hard. He puts one of his hands behind my back, pushing me against him, while the other goes under my shirt, resting on my breast. He squeezes it a little and I start giggling against his mouth. He pulls back a little and looks down at me, trying to catch his breath while I do the same. I bit my lip, knowing he's going to tease me for laughing.

"What are you giggling about?" he asks, keeping his hands where they are. I reach up and push his curls back from his forehead. I reach down with my other hand and squeeze his ass, making him jump slightly. He smirks down at me.

"What? You're the only one that's allowed to squeeze things?"

He chuckles and kisses me again. I can feel him growing through his boxers, and I'm suddenly very aware of the minimal amount of fabric keeping us apart. He starts making slow circles with his hips against mine. I can't help the moan that escapes my mouth. Our kissing gets more and more intense, and I move my hands down to the top of his boxers. When I'm about to start removing them, he stops me by pulling his lips away from mine.

"What's wrong?" I ask, breathless.

"Nothing, I just..." he looks torn.

"Harry, you can tell me." I look into his eyes, trying to figure out what he's thinking. I suddenly feel rejected and rest my hands on the outside of his incredibly toned arms. "Do you not want to?" I whisper.

"Is that a serious question?" He asks, grinning at me. I blush and silently breathe a sigh of relief. "I'm pretty sure you can feel that I want to." I laugh softly and nod, knowing what he means.

"Then what is it?"

He sighs. "It's kind of embarrassing."

"I'm not going to make fun of you, Harry. Just tell me." He stays quiet for a moment, just staring into my eyes.

"I just..." he seems to struggle for words, "I want our first time together to be special." I nod, waiting for him to continue. "That never mattered to me before, but now I want that for you, for us. I want to be somewhere no one can interrupt, somewhere that's away from everything and everyone. I want to be able to lie here with you after, holding you. I want it to be amazing and I know it sounds so girly but I want that for us and I just don't-"

"Shh, babe, it's okay," I say, putting my palm against his cheek. He closes his eyes and leans into my hand. "I understand. I want that, too. And knowing you do makes me want it even more."

I can see that this is a completely new experience for him. Neither of us has ever felt this way and I think it scares him as much as it scares me. He lays his head down on my chest while I stroke his hair. I look over at the clock and suddenly realize we have to go to school, and that we have about fifteen minutes to get ready if we don't want to be late. I sigh.

"Harry?"

"Yes, love."

"We have to go to school."

He sighs and picks himself up, leaning over me. "I guess we do." He leans down and kisses me once more, then pulls back before either of us can get too excited. I get up and go in the shower, deciding against washing my hair since I don't have time to make it look decent. I get out and wrap a towel around myself. My hair is still straight from yesterday, so I just brush it and put on some mascara. I go back into the bedroom and walk over to the desk where my bag is so I can get dressed. When I get to it I realize my clothes are no longer inside it. I hold my towel in place with one hand and turn around, putting the other hand on my hip. I see Harry standing beside the bed, smirking.

"Looking for something?" he asks, walking towards me. I grip my towel tighter.

"I need my clothes, Harry. We're going to be late."

He puts his hands on my waist, making my heart race. "I think they're around here somewhere...but I can't remember." He shrugs and steps back, going into the bathroom to shower. I roll my eyes at his back and start searching. He's scatted my clothes around the room. I find my underwear under Harry's pillow and laugh at his immaturity. I slide them on under my towel and continue searching. I find the rest of my clothes and proceed to get dressed http://www.polyvore.com/monday/set?id=100873791. He's still in the shower, so I go over to see if the door is unlocked. It is.

I smile to myself and open it slowly, looking through the small opening. His towel is hanging there, so I take it and close the door again quietly. I put it under the pillows and sit in the middle of the bed, crossing my legs and waiting for his reaction. I hear the water turn off. Suddenly Harry opens the door and pops his head out at me, curls dripping wet.

"Yes?" I ask innocently.

"You wouldn't happen to know where my towel is, would you?"

I shrug and start picking at my nails. "Things just seem to go missing in this room. Weird, isn't it?" He smirks and leans more out the door, revealing his upper half.

"I'll come out there and look for it, Lana." My heart starts beating faster because I know he's serious. "Wouldn't want you to see all of me without being able to do anything about it...I don't want to brag, but it would be the worst form of torture." I roll my eyes and lean back to get the towel, throwing it at him. He winks and wraps it around his waist, coming into the bedroom and reaching into the top drawer to take out some boxers. He throws them on the bed and goes to his closet to get out the rest of his clothes. He throws them on the bed as well and stands against the edge of the bed, towel hanging dangerously low on his waist. He watches me for a moment. He would change with me in here, but...

"I'm going to get something to eat quickly," I say nervously, taking my backpack with me. I hear him chuckle as I walk down the hall. I go downstairs and take yogurt from the fridge. As I'm finishing it Harry comes down the stairs. I stare at him for a moment.

"How can someone wear something so simple and look so incredible? I mean it really is unfair to the rest of us, Harry. You could at least appear to struggle a little." (Harry: http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cEjWcd47ctQ/UE42Tj4qWjI/AAAAAAAAAeU/MPctudv64r4/s1600/One-Direction%25E2%2580%2599s-Harry-Styles-looks-for-mature-outfit-in-Chinos-and-Polka-dot-Top.jpg_

He smirks and cups my face in his hands. "You're one to talk," he says, leaning down and kissing me. He pulls back way too soon. "Ready?"

"I guess I am." We drive in Harry's car, but we make it just before the first bell so everyone is already inside. We quickly walk into english lit and sit down, thankful the teacher seems to be starting late. We sit behind Brooke and El as usual. They both turn around when we sit.

"Lana, Brooke told me what happened last night. I'm so sorry. Are you okay?" El asks, sincerely worried. I frown when I remember the events of last night. My morning with Harry had been so perfect that I forgot why I was there in the first place. Harry rubs my back gently, noting my sudden remembrance.

"Yea, I'm okay. Thanks. I expected this to happen sooner or later."

"That doesn't make it any easier. I'm here if you need me, okay?" I nod and smile at her. I have the best friends in the world.

The day passes quickly and effortlessly. I don't talk to the girls much about my parents because truth be told, I wasn't really sure what was going on. I never had a chance to talk to my mom about everything. When history ends I walk to my locker and see Harry leaning against it, doing something on his phone. As I get closer I note the expression on his face. He looks worried. And angry. I walk up to him and place my hand on his arm. He jumps a little but relaxes when he sees me.

"Everything okay?" I ask, looking from his face to his phone. He smiles weakly and stands up, letting me into my locker.

"Fine." I know he's holding something back, but I don't push it. The hallways are crowded and this could be personal. We walk out of the school hand in hand and make our way to the Range Rover. Brooke and El are leaning against the back of it waiting for us.

"Who gave you ladies permission to touch my vehicle?" Harry teases, sounding stern. They both roll their eyes and take a dramatic step away. We stop in front of them.

"We're coming over," Brooke informs us. I shake my head a little.

"I'm not going home, Brooke. I'm staying at Harry's."

"I know, that's what I meant. We're coming to Harry's house with you. I have a bunch of stuff in my trunk. Me and El want to decorate tonight so we don't have to do any of it tomorrow. Oh, and don't worry, Styles, Louis is joining us as well."

"What do you mean by decorate?" Harry asks slowly. I look up at him and giggle at the nervous look on his face. He looks down at me questioningly. "Do you know what she's talking about?"

"It is a Halloween party, Harry. We need to have some decorations. This is one time where having a themed party isn't totally lame. Plus, it's like my favourite holiday," Brooke explains. I bite my lip. I know how much Brooke loves Halloween, and I know that Harry is already having doubts about the party. I had a feeling this was going to be an issue. As he's about to argue the girls turn and get into Brooke's car. I release Harry's hand and we get into his. He starts the car and drives out of the lot.

"Should I be scared?" he asks me, resting his hand on my thigh. His touch warms me instantly.

"Very." He sighs and I squeeze his hand and laugh at his apprehension. We pull into the driveway and I turn to see my mother's car isn't in the driveway. Weird. She never works thursdays. I shrug it off and follow everyone into the house. Brooke, El and Harry are all carrying the boxes.

"Holy shit, Brooke, how much did you bring?" Harry asks, setting his box down in the living room. She seems unfazed as she sets her box down as well, followed by El. Suddenly Harry walks over to me and takes my hand, pulling me up the stairs. "Give us a moment, ladies." I hear my friends giggling as Harry pulls me into his room and swings the door shut. I turn around to ask him what he's doing when he suddenly pushes me so I fall backwards onto the bed.

"That wasn't very nice."

"Don't worry, love, I'll make it up to you." I smile as he puts his arms on either side of my face and leans down to kiss me. I sit up a little and crawl backwards, going further onto the bed so my legs are on it. Harry crawls with me, never breaking our kiss. I lay down again and he lays on top of me, pressing his body into mine. I put my hands on the back oh his neck while the hand he doesn't have supporting his weight rests on my waist.

Suddenly door swings open. Harry pulls back and turns his head, staying in his position on top of me. I crane my neck around his to see Brooke and El standing in the doorway.

"You have time for this later, you two. We need to decorate the house," Brooke says, folding her arms and remaining in the doorway. I hear Harry laugh lightly and I slam my head into the bed, frustrated. Can she not understand that I would need time like this with Harry? Just take one look at him and you'll understand why.

"You can get started, we'll join you in a moment," Harry says, waiting for them to leave. He has a stare-down with Brooke for about a minute before he laughs to himself. "Alright, either way I'm going to be kissing Lana right now. You can stay and watch if you really want to." He turns back to me and kisses me before I can protest. I laugh against his mouth and I feel him smiling as well. Harry deepens the kiss and I can feel my face turn red. He's kissing my quite passionately for someone who knows they're being watched.

"Okay, ew," Brooke says, making Harry pull back agaain. He looks into my eyes, smirking. He doesn't turn to face her this time.

"Give us five minutes."

I hear her sigh as the two of them go back downstairs without closing the door. Harry quickly attaches his lips to mine again. This little make out session remains relatively PG-13 since my friends are right downstairs and the door is open. When I hear Louis come in Harry pulls away again.

"Alright. Time to decorate."

I bite my lip and clasp my hand behind his neck, pulling him towards me. "Five more minutes?"

He smiles and returns his lips to mine. I felt like no amount of time would ever be good enough. I could kiss him for eternity.

Notes

just a cute one. more drama to come, don't worry. i have big plans :)

ive noticed more people voting and subscribing. THANK YOU SO MUCH! it makes me so happy when the numbers go up :)
i would love to see some comments! thanks again :)