Lana's POV

It's almost midnight and the party is in full swing. As promised, Harry has barely left my side the whole night. I don't mind, though. I have been getting some looks and I like that he's here with me. He keeps either his hand on the small of my back or his arm around my shoulder. We've been drinking all night, so the PDA doesn't bother me one bit. Josh came with someone and I was a little surprised at first, but it wasn't Cassidy. She's a year younger than us and seems like a really nice girl. Good for him.

Brooke has set out bowls and trays of snack everywhere, obviously keeping with her theme. There's fragments of organs, eyeballs, candy corn, and marshmallows that look like cut off fingers. They all look very real. But maybe that's just the alcohol talking.

The night progresses easily. Nothing gets broken, everyone seems to be having fun, and there's no drama. I'm surprised at how well it's going, and I'm really happy that Harry has finally relaxed. He's even meeting lots of people and talking to kids from our school that he's never talked to before. A lot of the guys seem intimidated by him, and I can feel them trying not to stare at me. Harry keeps an arm wrapped protectively around me the whole night as he makes conversation. We go into the kitchen to get another drink.

"I'm impressed, Styles," I say, hopping up on the island counter beside where he's mixing some drinks.

"What do you mean?"

"I didn't know you were such a social butterfly."

He laughs and hands me a cup. "I'm not," he says, moving to stand between my legs. I wrap my legs around him. "I just like watching those guys squirm and try not to stare at you."

I laugh and run my left hand through is curls. "That is evil. They're all scared of you, you know." I move my hand down and play with the bottom of the V on his shirt. I feel him shudder a little at my touch.

"No, they aren't."

I nod and put my cup down, wrapping my arms around his neck. "They are. You're pretty scary. Especially in this pirate costume."

He laughs and places his free hand on my leg. "I can't believe you made me wear this. Louis and I should have just dressed up as each other."

"That would be so boring! No one would get it, either because you two have barely seen each other all night."

"Yea those two have pretty much locked themselves in the spare bedroom. They've come down a few times for food or something and to talk to a few people. I'm going to have to burn those sheets."

I laugh at the face he makes when he says that. "They're not doing it up there, Harry."

He raises an eyebrow. "What makes you so sure?"

I bite my lip and shrug. Eleanor probably wouldn't want me to tell Harry that she's still a virgin. She's not the type of girl to just sleep with anyone, and she's been practically in love with Louis for the entire time we've been in high school so she never dated anyone else. I also know that she wouldn't want her first time to be at a party where there are tons of other people around. "I just know."

"Okay," he laughs. "I know you're not telling me something, but that's fine. How are you doing?"

"Well I'm definitely drunk right now. If I wasn't we wouldn't be in this position in the kitchen with all these people around."

He chuckles and takes a sip of his drink. "That's not what I meant, love. I mean with the Josh thing. Is he bothering you at all?"

"No! I'm totally fine. I haven't even noticed him, actually." Harry smiles and kisses me quickly. I frown when he pulls away

"I'm glad," he says, tapping my nose.

"Why'd you stop?" I ask, stinking my bottom lip out. He laughs and looks at it.

"If I did much more than that I wouldn't be able to stop. And I don't think all these people want to see that," he whispers. I giggle and reach for my cup, taking a few sips from it. Harry suddenly takes the cup from my hands and puts it down beside me. I furrow my eyebrows and squeal when he suddenly throws me over his shoulder.

"Harry! Put me down!" I yell, laughing. I feel people watching as Harry walks through the crowd and makes his way up the stairs. "Okay, this isn't obvious at all," I say, waving at the people watching me from the bottom of the stairs. Harry opens his door and kicks it closed behind him, throwing me onto his bed.

"Well, you obviously want to kiss me more, so I just figured we should do it up here," he says, smirking and crawling on top of me. I giggle as he brings his mouth to mine. His tongue quickly finds its way into my mouth and I tangle my hands into his hair. We kiss for a few minutes before there's a knock on the door and Brooke barges in.

"Brooke!" I yell, as Harry rolls off of me and lays on his back and closes his eyes, clearly frustrated. Seriously, every time? Why didn't the universe want me to kiss my boyfriend!

"I'm sorry! I don't want to ruin your fun, but there's some guys downstairs looking for Harry. They don't go to our school, I've never seen them before, so you might want to come down, Harry." Suddenly she looks down the hall and her eyes go wide. She takes a step back and suddenly there's three boys in Harry's room. My eyes go wide and I sit up. The one at the front has dark hair and sharp cheek bones. His eyes are dark and an amused look creeps onto his face when he sees Harry and I. Harry still hasn't looked up or even opened his eyes.

"What do we have here?" the boy asks, folding his arms. Harry's eyes open and he shoots up, standing and staring at the boy. They stare at each other for a minute. "Good to see you, Harry. Sorry to interrupt the fun, but you and I need to have a little chat."

"Like hell we do. Get the fuck out of my house, Zayn."

Zayn? This is Zayn? I can now see that he's shorter than Harry, but I can't ignore how intimidating he seems.

He laughs darkly and shakes his head. "You never learn, do you Haz?" He looks at me as I stand beside, but slightly behind Harry. He looks me up and down slowly, not trying to be subtle. "Who might this be?"

Harry takes a protective step in front of me and Zayn looks at him. "Oh, come on, Harry. Lighten up. Let's just go outside and have a talk, yeah? It won't take long. He looks at me again before slowly turning. The other two boys stand aside so he can walk out. The tall one follows Zayn down the stairs, but the other looks looks at Harry.

"This was the wrong way to do this, mate. If you wanted out, you should have just talked to Zayn. You're like his brother. I have a feeling you left to make things easier on your mum. Have you forgotten that Anne is like a mother to Zayn, too? He would have understood that."

Harry scoffs. "That's a joke, right? You know as well as I do that Zayn wouldn't have let me just walk away, Liam." So this is Liam? He seems so nice. How could he be in a gang?

"Well now we'll never know. And it's going to be a lot harder for you to get away from him." He walks down the stairs and Harry walks to his closet and takes out a white tshirt, changing out of his costume.

"I need to go deal with this. Please stay in here, okay?" I shake my head and he takes my face in his hands. "Babe, please. I don't know how this is going to go. I don't want you around them."

"I'm coming with you, Harry." He sighs and takes a zip-up sweater from the hooks by the door and hands it to me. "At least put this on, then." I put it and and zip it up. He and takes my hand, leading me downstairs. Brooke is still in the hallway. I mouth to her to stay up here. She nods. Harry and I walk downstairs hand in hand, everyone watching us.

Harry's POV

Just my fucking luck. Zayn would choose now to come to my place. I know everyone is going to be watching this exchange through the windows. I wish Lana would stay inside, but I know arguing with her about this is pointless. I've kept a lot from her, so I feel bad to push her away more. I open the front door and Lana pulls it shut behind her. Zayn is standing on my front lawn, waiting.

"So now she's your bodyguard, too? Girls are only good for a shag, Harry, you know that," Zayn says, smiling at me. I ball my free hand into a fist. What a fucker.

"Why does everyone fucking say that about her? What the hell do you want from me, Zayn?"

"What do I want? I want to know why you left without so much as a fucking word! Left the money on my doorstep and just took off! We've been mates a long time, Harry. You stabbed me in the back. I don't appreciate that."

I laugh a little. "I didn't do anything to you. I gave back everything. The money I owed you and the money from-" I stop when I remember Lana is beside me. "My transactions."

Zayn notices my hesitation and looks at Lana, then back to me. "She doesn't know anything, does she? Innocent little thing like her wouldn't want anything to do with you if she did."

I can feel Lana staring at me, but I don't look at here. "Leave her out of this, Zayn."

"I don't care about the money," he continues. "Well, I do, but that's not why I'm pissed. You abandoned me. Left without so much as a goodbye, no explanation. If you wanted out, you should have just said so. We've been friends a long time, you're like a brother to me. I would have helped you."

"Cut the bullshit Zayn. You and I both know you wouldn't have let me leave. Don't pull all this we're brothers shit. You've been controlling my life for a long time now and I'm sick of it. So I left. I never wanted to get involved in all of that, anyway! You forced me into it! Suddenly I was doing all this shit I didn't want to do and I was surrounded by people I didn't even like. I was miserable."

His eyes get darker, if that was even possible. He takes a step forward and I pull Lana more behind me. I could probably win in a fight against Zayn, but his little posse wouldn't let that happen.

"You fucking enjoyed every second of it. Don't lie to my face. You had any girls you wanted. We owned that city. Everyone fears us! You got to do whatever the hell you want and I cleaned up the mess," he spits. "Then you go and get yourself fucking arrested. I would have helped you, but then you go and call your mum. You shouldn't have. You should have known she would make you leave."

"She didn't make me leave, mate. I wanted to. I asked her if we could. I don't belong in Bradford. I don't belong in the gang. Never have, never will."

His face twists in anger. "And you think you belong here? With all these rich kids? I know you better than anyone, Harry. Maybe you don't belong in the gang, but at least you were happy there. You can't be happy here with all these people that are nothing like you. Looks like you don't belong anywhere, misfit."

I take a step towards him and release Lana's hand. Theres a few inches between us. "You don't know me anymore, Zayn. You turned into a dick when Paul died and left you in charge. You only care about yourself and about money and power. You made me your second, but I don't want to be like that. I don't want to be like you."

We stare at each other for a minute. I can tell Zayn isn't sure what to do. I always did whatever he wanted to before, but I won't do that now.

"If you don't come back, Harry, I'm going to take you back. One way or another."

"I'd like to see you try."

Lana's POV

I stand there, watching as these two boys stare at each other. Please, don't let them fight right now, I think. I look back to the house and suddenly Louis comes out the door. I wave him over and he runs up behind Harry. Harry keeps his eyes on Zayn, who looks at Lou and then to his two friends. Or followers. Whatever they are. Suddenly the one from upstairs-Liam?- puts his hand on Zayn's shoulder.

"I think it's time for you to leave," Harry says threateningly. Zayn smiles darkly and looks right in my eyes.

"I don't want to hurt you, Harry. But I will if I have to." His eyes never leave mine as the words leave his mouth. Harry's body goes rigid and Zayn slowly looks back to him. "You never gave a fuck about anything before. Looks like you've actually got something to lose, now."

Louis looks back at me and takes a step in front of me, blocking me from Zayn. The three boys look at each other and Zayn starts backing away towards the same black vehicle Niall was here in yesterday. "This is not over, Harry. You don't want to be on my bad side. You know that better than anyone." They all get in and drive off. Harry doesn't move an inch as the car disappears from sight. I hear people start talking and going back to the party after the exchange is over. Louis turns and looks at me questioningly before putting a hand on Harry's shoulder.

"Who are they?" he asks. Harry turns his body towards us but doesn't meet either of our eyes.

"My...people I knew in Bradford. They're not very happy that I left."

"Why did they come here?"

"To make a point," he says quietly, finally looking at Louis. "To show that they know where I am and that they can pay me a visit whenever they feel like." Louis looks at me, but I just stare at Harry. I feel so scared for him right now. Would they hurt him? They used to be his friends, right? Is he in danger? "Don't worry about it," he continues. "I can handle it. I've dealt with Zayn before. I know how he thinks. I'll be alright."

"Harry, you can't be serious! You need to call the police or something!" I say, and he finally looks at me. "They just threatened you. Zayn doesn't look like the type of person to make empty threats."

"Lana, it's not your problem, alright? It's mine. I'll be fine. They probably won't even come back. I don't owe Zayn anything. I made sure he had nothing to hold over my head before I left."

Before I can protest he walks back into the house. "Everybody out!" He yells. People don't react, so he starts taking people and physically removing them from the house. Eventually they get the point and everyone starts leaving. Louis helps him and I sit on the front porch while people file out and walk down the street. After about twenty minutes Everyone is gone except the five of us. I walk inside and find Brooke and El starting to clean up. I need to talk to Harry, but I decide to wait until we're alone. We all clean up in silence for a while, taking down decorations and throwing out garbage. When it's relatively clean the girls flop down onto the couch.

"So, what the hell happened?" Brooke asks, as I sit on the recliner. "Who are those guys?"

"They're Harry's...friends. From where he used to live. I guess they aren't very happy with him."

"I'd say," El says, "I thought for sure there would be a fight out there. That was the most tense situation I've ever witnessed."

Harry and Louis come back inside from taking the garbage bags out to the trash cans beside the garage. They're laughing and joking around. Apparently they've forgotten what just happened. They walk into the living room. Harry smiles widely at me, and I can't help but return one when I see his dimples. I'm not mad at him. I'm just worried. Louis sits between El and Brooke, tucking Eleanor under his arm. Harry walks over to me and I move a little so he can squeeze beside me, but he just sits right on my lap.

"Harry!" I say, laughing. He leans back against and I wrap my hands around him, putting them on his stomach. He comers them with his own and turns his head a little.

"What? I don't weigh that much."

"That's like saying the sky isn't blue."

"Mean!" he yells, pushing himself back harder, squishing me. I laugh and bite the back of his shoulder lightly. He jerks forward and turns to face me.

"Did you just bite me?" he asks, trying not to smile. I shrug innocently.

"Who knows."

He stands and picks me up. I squeal and he sits down, putting me on his lap. "That's much better," he says, pulling me tight against him.

"You guys are so weird," Brooke says, shaking her head and standing up.

"Are you guys staying here tonight?" I ask.

"I figured I could just go across the street and stay in your room. El and Lou can take the spare room here," Brooke says, going upstairs. I look at Harry.

"Maybe we should go stay at my place so Brooke isn't alone." He nods and Brooke comes back down with a bag. She changed out of her costume and into pyjamas. "Brooke, you can stay in Harry's room. We'll go to my house."

"Ew, no thank you," she says, wrinkling her nose. "Who knows what you two have done in that bed. I'll go to your house, I don't mind. Goodnight! See you guys in the morning! We should all make a big breakfast." She walks out the door and I straighten up on Harry's lap to watch her go to my house. When she gets inside I lean back against him.

"Well, I think we'll head to bed as well," Louis says, standing up. He holds his hand out to Eleanor. "Shall we?" She takes his hand and starts to fall over as she stands up. We all laugh as Louis catches her and helps her get her balance. She giggles and throws her arms around his neck. He smiles and looks at us. "Someone doesn't handle their liquor very well. Goodnight you two. Do us a favour and don't be too noisy tonight. Don't really want to know what you're going to be doing." He picks El up and carries her up the stairs.

"Goodnight!" She yells, laughing and hitting Louis' back. I shake my head and laugh at them. I look at Harry to find him staring at me.

"Do you want to go to sleep?"

He smirks at me. "I want to go to bed. Sleeping isn't exactly what I've got planned."

I smile and get up, pushing him back down onto the chair as he follows me. I put my knees into the chair on either side of his hips, straddling him. I run my fingers through his hair and keep them on the back of his head. "What did you have in mind?"

He slides his hands up my bare things and under his sweater that I'm still wearing. "This is pretty close," he says quietly. I smile and lean down to kiss him. I press my body against his and he tightens his grip around my waist. Our kiss deepens quickly, lips moving perfectly in sun. After a minute or two I start slowly grinding my hips against him, pulling a moan from his mouth. I move my lips down to his neck.

"You're driving me crazy," he groans. I smile against his neck.

"You're the one who wanted to wait," I whisper before pulling back and looking into his eyes.

"You could make it a little easier on me, love."

"Where's the fun in that?" I ask, cupping his face in my hands. He smiles and rolls his eyes. I stare into them a little longer, remember the events of the night. "Are you going to be okay?" I whisper. He stops smiling and sighs as he reaches up and touches my cheek.

"Of course. Zayn may be pissed, but he's not an idiot. Plus, we've been friends for a long time. I don't think he'll try anything." I look between his eyes, trying to determine if I believe what he's telling me. I sigh and kiss his lips, then lean my forehead against his.

"I want you to be careful." I feel him nod slightly in agreement. I pull my face away from his and gently brush some hair away from his face. "Let's go to bed."

I stand up, taking his hand and pulling him with me. I lead him up to his bedroom. He closes the door and I take his sweat off and hang it back on the hook. The boxers I put on earlier are still on the bed, so I make my way to the bathroom to change. Harry puts his arms around me from behind and puts his mouth next to my ear. "I love the way you look in those."

I smile and try to pull away, but he doesn't let me. "You're forgetting something, though." He releases me and goes into his dresser. I watch as he pulls one of his shirts out and hands it to me. I take it slowly. "What?" he asks, noting my confusion. He smiles and chuckles. "You don't know what these are?"

"What are you talking about?" I ask, looking at them.

"Those are the same clothes you wore when you slept here for the first time. I thought that's why you put those on earlier," he explains, pointing to the boxers.

"Nope," I say, laughing. "I just took some out. It's cute that you remember, though."

He rolls his eyes and sits on the edge of the bed. "I thought we were past the cute thing."

I shake my head and back into the bathroom. "Never." I shut the door and get changed out of my costume and into Harry's clothes. I decide against keeping my bra on. I hate sleeping in them. I go back about and dump my clothes on the floor. Harry is already under the covers, his upper half not covered. He pulls the covers back for me and I snuggle up next to him, putting my arm on his chest. He wraps an arm around me while he reaches over and turns off the lights.

We lay in silence for a while. I trace the outline of his butterfly tattoo for a while while he plays with my hair. After a while he breaks the silence.

"Lana?" I wait for him to continue. "I won't let anything happen to you." I look up at him. He looks a little scared and sad. I reach up and put my palm against his cheek.

"I know, Harry. Don't worry about me, okay?" He closes his eyes and sighs. I lean my head back down and continue tracing the lines of the tattoo. I hear Harry's breathing slow, and I look up to see he's fallen asleep. I reach down and pull the covers up, snuggling in against him. I lean up and kiss him on the cheek softly.

Notes

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