Harry's POV

As I get back to my house, I can't shake the feeling that Lana didn't tell me everything. She wouldn't lie to me, though. Right? No. Why would she?

Because I acted like a lunatic.

I honestly don't even know why I got so angry. That guy was just such an asshole! He was literally staring at Lana the entire time, then he would look at me and do this stupid little smirk. Who fucking does that? So yea, I assumed something happened with them. I really wasn't expecting that they slept together though...that surprised me. Lana isn't really that type of girl. I'm not judging her, of course. I love her. I was just surprised.

Her dad is going to be so pissed at me. Shit. That guy really wasn't worth it. It did feel really good to hit him though. I go upstairs to find my mum, but she's not here. Must have gone out with Robin. I change and decide to take a little trip back to the club.

I get in my car, hoping Lana doesn't see or hear me drive away. I go back to the club to see a bunch of the kids from before standing at the back of the parking lot. Probably smoking or something. I park my car and get out, making my way over to them with my hands in my pockets. As I'm getting closer they see me approaching.

"Who is that?" I hear one of the girls ask.

"No idea, but I have dibs," I hear another one say. Great.

"Shut up, Hilary." That was definitely Aaron's voice. He's standing the furthest away from me, and the boys blocking him from my sight suddenly move to the side when I walk up to them. Good, they should be scared.

"What do you think you're doing?" he asks. I can see his jaw is discoloured, starting to bruise where I hit him. I hold back a smile.

"You and I need to talk," I say simply. I keep my hands in my pockets, standing with my weight on my left foot. He seems a little tense. Good.

"I don't think we do. Now leave."

I chuckle and shake my head. "It wasn't a suggestion, mate." I wait, feeling everyone's eyes on me. I stare at Aaron while he looks to one of his friends then back at me.

"Fine." I turn and walk towards my car. I can hear his footsteps behind me. I turn back to him when we're far enough away that the others won't hear to see that he brought someone with him.

"Who's this? Your bodyguard?" I glare at the other kid. He seems young. He also looks scared.

"What do you want?" Aaron asks, folding his arms. I think it's his attempt at intimidating me. This is a snobby rich kid that doesn't look like he's ever lifted a weight in his life. Like hell he's going to scare me.

"I want you to leave Lana alone. For good."

He laughs. "Why would I do that? She came running to me after you friend-zoned her. Won't be long before she gets bored with you and comes back."

What? "What the fuck did you just say?" I ask. I feel my whole body tense. Did she lie to me again?

"Whoops. Looks like she didn't tell you about that, then. Just about the time at the charity event?"

I stay silent, glaring at him. What is he talking about? I thought they only hooked up once...

Suddenly I feel like hitting him again.

"You're lying," I say. He laughs again. What is so funny to this kid?

"No, apparently that would be Lana's job. Wonder why she didn't tell you...to me that only means one thing. She still wants me." He smiles darkly. I scoff at his words.

"In your fucking dreams." I take a few steps, closing the distance. He doesn't move back, but I can see the fear in his face. "Stay away. Got it?"

He doesn't respond, so I turn and walk towards my car. Suddenly I feel someone grab each of my arms. Aaron steps in front of me while three of his friends hold me in place.

"Get off me!" I yell, trying to get out of their grip.

"I don't appreciate people threatening me. You don't own Lana. You don't tell me what to do. Remember that." He steps forward and punches me hard in the stomach, knocking the wind out of me. He hits me once more in the stomach and then connects his fist to my face. That is going to leave a mark. His friends throw me on the ground and they all walk away. I lay there for a minute catching my breath. I want to attack them right now, but I can't take all of them alone.

This is when it's handy to be in a gang.

I get up and shoot them the middle finger before getting back in my car and speeding away, tires screeching. I get back to my house and slam the door of my car shut. I start walking to Lana's house to confront her, but I know I'm going to yell and say something dumb, so I just go back into my house and up to my bedroom.

I pace around, trying to calm myself. Lana wouldn't lie to me. Not twice. Would she? No. No? Fuck. That kid is probably just screwing with me, trying to piss me off.

Well it worked.

I change into some sweatpants and lay on my bed with a guitar.

The end of the night
We should say goodbye
But we carry on
While everyone's gone

Never felt like this before
Are we friends or are we more
As I'm walkin' t'wards the door
I'm not sure

I continue to sing the song I wrote after I went with her to that party for her dad's work. I strum mindlessly, paying more attention to the words.

But baby if you say you want me to say
I'll change my mind
'Cuz I don't wanna know I'm walkin away
If you'll be mine
Won't go, Won't go
So baby if you say you want me to stay
Stay for the night
I'll change my mind

"That's lovely, darling." I jump a little and look at my door to see my mother standing there watching me. I feel my face get a little red. I don't usually sing in front of people, especially not my own songs.

"Thanks." I say, putting the guitar on the bed beside me.

"Did you write it?" she asks, sitting on the edge of the bed. I nod, fidgeting and staring at my hands.

"Sort of."

"It's really good, love. I didn't know you wrote music." I shift awkwardly. I know she can tell I'm uncomfortable. "How was dinner at the club?"

"It was...interesting."

She sighs and sits more on my bed, facing me. "What happened?"

"There was this guy there and he has a history with Lana."

"And?"

"And I got pissed off," I say, not looking at her.

"Harry." She knows I'm leaving something out. I sigh and look up at her.

"I hit him. He deserved it, mum. You should have heard what he said!"

"I don't care, Harry. You can't just hit people. I thought we were past this."

"I know, mum. Lana already gave me that speech. I know it was dumb. I just lost it. I won't do it again, don't worry." I get up off the bed and put my guitar on its stand. I hear her sigh and stand as well.

"As long as you're alright. Is Lana okay?"

"Yea. She was pissed at me, but we talked about it."

"Good," she says, walking over to me. A small smile plays on her lips and I raise an eyebrow at her. "I umm...noticed you weren't here when I got home from work last night. Or when I left this morning." My eyes go slightly wider. I'd never even thought about sneaking back in so my mum wouldn't suspect anything. "It's safe for me to assume you never came home?"

"Mum, I can explain."

"No, that's fine. I can explain it fine myself." She sits on the edge of the bed, pulling me down with her. I don't meet her eyes. So awkward. "Harry, I'm no idiot. I know you aren't a virgin."

"Mum!" This is not a conversation I want to be having right now.

"Oh, grow up Harry. Just be safe, okay?" I put my hands in my face and she laughs and rubs my back. If I could crawl out of my skin and run away right now, that is exactly what I would do. She laughs again and walks out of my room. I lay on my back. That was probably the worst thing ever. My cheek is throbbing where Aaron hit me. My mum didn't notice, so it must not be bruised yet.

I get up and go to my bathroom to brush my teeth. When I'm done I pick my phone up off my desk to check it. Shit.

L: I'm sorry about tonight. I shouldn't have lied. I love you. Goodnight xx

Her text reminds me of what Aaron said. I suddenly get angry again. I need to know if she lied to me. I want to believe that she didn't. Not twice. But suddenly I'm not sure. I trust her. I always have. Why would she keep this from me?

I had to admit, it pissed me off to know that she might have had sex with him after I met her. I really don't have any right to be angry. We weren't together. I just didn't expect this. No, you know what? I do have a right to be angry. She shouldn't have done that. But, I was the one who said we should just be friends. Fuck.

I decide not to text her back. I'll just tell her I fell asleep. I get into my bed and lay awake for a while. I really wish Lana was here with me. I sleep better when she's next to me. My thoughts drift to last nigh; it was the best night of my life. First of all, it was the best sex I've ever had. And I've had my fair share. Second, it actually meant something to me. I love that girl more than I can explain and that made it even more incredible. If tonight hadn't gone so shitty then maybe we would be doing it again, but I fucked that up royally. Or Lana did. Either way, tonight did not go well.

I keep thinking about it. I can't decide if I'm mad or not. Eventually I fall asleep.

The next morning I feel groggy and unrested. I get up and take a shower. Afterwards I get dressed and decide to talk to Lana. This thing with Aaron is kind of driving me crazy. I just want to know what really happened.

I walk across the street. Her dad's car isn't in the driveway, which is a relief. I know he's pissed at me.

I knock on the door. Shit, I should have worn a sweater. It's freezing. She finally opens the door and I rush inside. She laughs and closes it behind me.

"Please come in," she says sarcastically. She turns and walks towards me, putting her arms around my neck. She leans up to kiss me but I stop her with a question.

"Did you tell me everything last night?"

She looks confused for a minute before stepping back and crossing her arms. I try not to smile when I notice she's wearing my boxers.

"Of course I did. Why?"

"Are you sure?" I ask again, praying she'll tell me the truth.

"What do you mean?" Yea, she's definitely keeping something from me. "Is that a bruise on your face?" She steps towards me and reaches up to touch my cheek. I wince a little at her touch. Yep, that's a bruise.

"I went back to the club last night."

"You what? Why would you do that?"

"I wanted to make sure that kid knows to stay away from you." She rolls her eyes and goes into the kitchen, pouring steaming water out of a kettle and into a mug. "It doesn't matter why I went."

"I think it does, Harry. Did Aaron hit you?"

"Yea, he did. He also said something interesting." I see her stiffen. She doesn't look at me.

"He was probably just trying to piss you off."

"It worked."

She turns to look at me finally, leaning against the counter. "What did he say?"

"He claims whatever you two did happened more than once." I watch her face carefully for a reaction. She stares at me. Her mouth drops open a little, but she quickly closes it. Neither of us speak for a few minutes.

I sigh and shake my head, rubbing the bridge of my nose with my thumb and index finger. She takes a step towards me. "Harry-"

"Why? Why would you lie about that?" She doesn't respond.

She stares at me for a few minutes. I wait, not moving. She looks like she's trying not to cry. Eventually she walks towards me, stopping about a foot away from me.

"I didn't tell you is because it didn't mean anything to me. It was a mistake."

"What was?" I ask. She looks between my eyes before looking down at my chest. I wait.

"I slept with him twice." She says quietly.

"When was the second time?"

"Harry, I don't-"

"Just tell me." She doesn't meet my gaze.

"The second time..." she trails off and I wait. I feel bad making her tell me, but I need to know that she'll tell me the truth. I can see it's embarrassing and painful for her. I almost tell her to stop when she speaks again. "It was after you told me you wanted to be friends. I was upset. It didn't mean anything to me."

I turn away and walk around. She watches me. "How did it happen? Where do you even see him apart from those work things? He doesn't go to our school."

"He goes to the prep school across town. I drove there after school one day after I saw you talking to that cheerleader." I remember the day. Lana had sat with Josh at lunch and it pissed me off, so I flirted with some random girl I found in the hallway. I didn't even realize Lana had actually seen me. "I thought you had moved on, so I wanted to prove that I could too. It was stupid, I know that."

"Damn it, Lana, why didn't you just tell me that last night?"

"Because I knew it would upset you! It doesn't matter, anyway. He doesn't mean anything to me."

"Yet you felt the need to lie about it."

She sighs and runs her hand through her hair. "Can we just forget about this? Look, I'm not proud of myself. I know sleeping with him was a huge mistake, trust me. I know it was wrong to lie to you about it, and I'm sorry. But can you blame me? I knew you would react like this!"

"Don't try and turn this around on me. The only reason I'm so pissed is because you lied to me about it."

"Please, Harry. Don't act like it doesn't bother you to know what I did. He pissed you off just by looking at me."

"You know what, yes. It does bother me. Of course it bothers me. I hate thinking about you being with another guy. It literally drives me insane. Even still, you should have told me the truth."

"I didn't want to hurt you."

I run my hands through my hair. I'm not even sure why I'm mad at this point. I'm just pissed. I don't even think I'm mad at her. "That didn't work out very well, did it?"

She looks away from me. Why am I such a dick? I shouldn't have said that. We both stay silent for a few minutes. She breaks it.

"What now?" I look at her. There's a tear rolling down her cheek. I feel my features soften as I walk to her, reaching up to wipe the drop from her face. Her eyes close at my touch. "Do you hate me?" she whispers. My heart breaks a little at the question. I wrap my arms around her, petting her hair.

"I could never hate you." She wraps her arms around me. I kiss the top of her head. "You shouldn't have lied to me."

"I know. I'm sorry. I was worried you would think less of me."

"Babe, I'm the one who said we should be friends. I have no right to be mad that you slept with someone else before we got together. You made a mistake. That's allowed. I just don't want you to lie to me."

"I'm sorry," she says again. "I'm so embarrassed."

"Don't be."

We stand like that for a while. I rub her back to comfort her. I feel bad that I got so angry. She's clearly ashamed of herself. "Please don't lie to me again." She pulls her head back, looking up at me.

"I won't, I promise. I love you."

I smile. "I love you, too." I lean down to kiss her. This is why I love her. We can fight. Oh yea, can we fight. We know how to work it out, though. We're not like those overdramatic couples that fight and break up only to get back together two days later. She wraps her arms around my neck. I push my tongue into her mouth, sliding my hands up under her tank top. She pulls back suddenly. I must look confused, because she laughs when she opens her eyes.

"I was about to take a shower," she says, moving her hands down my chest slowly.

"Really?" She nods. "Any chance you want some company?"

She smiles. "You read my mind." I pick her up bridal style and carry her up the stairs. I set her down when we get in her room and turn to lock the door behind me. When I turn around she kisses me hard, pushing me backwards against the door. I smile into the kiss, moving my hands to the bottom of her top. She pulls back for a minute so I can pull it over her head and quickly reattaches her lips to mine. She mimics my actions, pulling my shirt off as well. As we continue kissing she unzips the front of my jeans before pulling them down. I step out of them and push her backwards to the bed. We both fall onto it, crawling backwards. I move my mouth to her neck.

"I thought we were taking a shower," she says breathlessly. She moans when I move to one of her sweet spots.

"We can do that later," I say, rolling over and pulling her on top of me. She looks down at me, surprised.

"This is new," she says, smiling. I move my hands to the back of her bra. She laughs when she realizes why I did it. I unclip her braw and flip her back over, sitting up and sliding her bra off. I see her face go a little red and she looks away from me. I lay back down, pressing my body against hers.

"You have nothing to be embarrassed about, baby," I whisper. She looks back up at me. "You're perfect." She smiles as I lean down to kiss her again.

Man, I love this girl.

Notes

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