Lana's POV

"Harry, stop!"

He laughs as I run out of the bathroom. He's been tickling me ever since we got out of the shower. I grip my towel tighter when he wraps his arms around me, lifting me off the ground. I squeal as he throws me onto the bed. He's still in his towel, and I can see that it's about to fall off. He fixes it a little before leaning over me, hands and knees on either side of me. He runs his fingers along the edge of my towel.

"I should probably get dressed," I say as water from his curls falls onto my face. "Harry! You're dripping on me."

He leans down and shakes his hair, getting more water on my face. I laugh and put my hands on either side of his face, forcing him to stop. He smiles down at me before kissing me. I laugh as he removes his lips from my mouth and kisses various spots on my face, sucking up the water.

"Harry," I giggle.

"What?" He lifts his face and looks down at me again, smirking.

"May I please get dressed?" I ask, keeping my hands on his face.

"I don't think I like that idea."

"Oh really? That's shocking."

He chuckles and lowers his body onto mine. My heart rate quickens. "I told you, I like the towel look."

I laugh and attempt to push some of his curls back. "Well, eventually I do need to get dressed."

"I disagree." I raise an eyebrow. "Well, you wouldn't need clothes if we just stayed in here all day." I laugh at his suggestion. "What! I'm serious!"

"I know, that's why I'm laughing."

"Admit it, it's a fabulous idea."

"Harry, we can't just stay in bed all day."

"We don't have to be in bed. There's your bath tub, the shower, your closet, the floor-"

I cover his mouth, cutting him off. "So, instead of going outside, you want to stay in here and basically have sex in every part of my room?" I uncover his mouth.

"Well, I mean, we've already done it on the bed and in the shower. I feel like the other areas are just going to get jealous."

"Do you?"

"Yea, and I don't want to make them feel bad. That would just be mean."

I laugh again reach behind him to pull his towel off. He's surprised, but he keeps his eyes on mine.

"Is that a yes?"

I pull his face down to mine. That's all the answer he needs. He separates himself from me a little to pull my towel off.

This is going to be a good day.

- - - - - - - - - -

I wake up and look around. Harry is laying on his back beside me, asleep. I look over at the clock. 4:00 pm. I turn onto my side and watch Harry sleep. I laugh softly when I see how messy his curls are. I guess sex will do that. I prop myself up on my elbow and look down at him. Despite his suggestion, we really didn't leave the bed. The last time I checked the clock it was around 2:30. We must have fallen asleep after that.

I watch him for a few more minutes before crawling on top of him and gently kissing him all over his face. He opens his eyes as I make my way to his neck.

"Why hello," he says softly, putting his hands on my back. I continue sucking on his neck. "Just for future reference, I approve of being woken up this way."

I pull my face back to look at him. He's smirking. "You look tired," I say, running my fingers gently along his bruise.

"Can you blame me?"

I giggle and lay my head down on his chest. He sighs and kisses my hair, rubbing my back. We lay like that for a few minutes before I roll off of him, pulling the sheets around me and taking them with me to my closet.

"Hey! What are you doing!" I laugh and look back at him. He's totally naked, now without blankets. After a second he gets up and walks over to me, taking the sheet and wrapping it around himself before enclosing me in it as well. "What are you doing?"

"I don't know about you, but I need to eat. And I'm not walking around naked, so I'm putting some clothes on."

"Fine. Only because I'm hungry, too." He kisses me quickly before releasing me into the closet. I reach for his boxers and throw them at him. He slides them on as I put on some panties and pyjama shorts, followed by a loose fitting tank top. No point in putting a bra on. I take Harry's hand and lead him down to the kitchen. "Can we not have cereal?"

I laugh and open the fridge. He wraps his arms around my waits from behind me. "I'm serious! After a day like this a guy needs something with substance." I reach for the eggs and he takes them from me, walking to the stove. I take out a red pepper, red onion, and tomatoes.

"How about omelettes?" I take out a bowl and a cutting board.

"That sounds great." He steps behind me and kisses my cheek, then takes a knife out and starts cutting up the pepper. I stop him.

"Harry, I think you should cut the onion."

"I hate doing that. It hurts my eyes."

"Mine too! Pleeeease?" I beg. I duck under his arm and wrap my arms around him, giving him my best puppy eyes. He looks down at me and shakes his head.

"Don't do the eyes, babe. Seriously!" I continue and he sighs and puts the knife down. "Fine. You owe me." I kiss him on the cheek and hand him another knife. He takes out a second cutting board and starts cutting the onion. I cut half the pepper and dumb the pieces into the bowl. When I look at Harry his eyes are watering and he keeps blinking.

I laugh when I see the small amount he's been able to cut. I put my hand on his and he stops chopping. "That's enough," I say, laughing. He sighs and puts the knife down, rubbing his eyes. I reach up and remove his hands from his eyes. They're red and teary. "Don't rub them, it won't help." A tear falls and I wipe it away, trying not to laugh. "Aww, babe! Don't cry!"

"Don't make fun!"

"You look cute when you cry," I tease.

He rolls his eyes and reaches for a tomato. "Watch how skilled I am." I laugh and step back as he places the tomato on the cutting board. He looks at me and smirks before beginning to cut of the tomato. He attempts to act like a chef by chopping as fast as possible, but he just demolishes the tomato, making it into mush.

"Harry! What are you doing?" I laugh as a few pieces fly onto the floor. "Okay, chef, that's enough." I put my hand on his so he stops and take the pieces and dump them into the bowl.

"Chef Harry. Has a ring to it, don't you think?" he jokes, cracking an egg and dumping it into the bowl.

"Oh, for sure. But, your so-called skills aren't exactly up to par." He cracks three more eggs and takes out a whisk.

"Well, obviously I have some practicing to do."

"You sure do, you're practically destroying that," I say, taking the bowl out of his hands. I take the whisk and finish mixing. "Can you pass me a pan? They're in that drawer, there." He turns and takes a pan out and sets it on a burner, then leans against the island counter behind me. When it's hot I dump half of the contents of the bowl onto the pan.

"Do you want toast with it?" I ask, going to the fridge.

"No, that sounds like a lot of work." I laugh and he pulls me against him. "You're sexy when you cook."

I wrap my arms around his neck. "You think so?"

"Oh, yeah. I'm quite enjoying it." I pull away and turn to check the eggs. I jump when he squeezes my butt. He leans his chin on my shoulder. "I'm starving. Is it almost ready?"

I flip it over. "Almost." I step away from him and take out two plates, forks and cups. "Do you want juice?" He nods and sits down on one of the island chairs. I set it on the island and take one of the plates, folding the omelette in half and setting it on the plate. I put it in front of Harry.

"Very impressive. Maybe you should be the chef." I laugh and make my own while we joke about the restaurant I could open. I sit down when my eggs are ready and start eating. Harry pours me some juice. "Thanks."

"Where's your dad? Did he come home last night?"

"Yea. I talked to him a little bit before he left for work this morning. He's a little mad, but don't worry he doesn't hate you. He knows most of those kids are brats, and he said you were probably provoked. But, that doesn't mean he thinks its okay that you hit Aaron."

"He's not mad at me?" I hear the surprise in his voice.

"Not really. Trust me, I'm as shocked as you are."

"Well, that's good." He takes the last bite of his food and sets his fork down, then carries his plate to the sink. He walks back over to me and wraps his arms around my neck. "I missed you last night." I feel his warm breath against my ear, making me shudder.

"I think today might have made up for that." He chuckles and kisses me before sitting back down. "I'm full, do you want the rest of this?"

"You maybe finished half of that, how can you be full?"

"Just because you never get full doesn't mean I have the same problem." He laughs and slides my plate in front of him. He finishes my food and puts that plate in the sink as well. We clean up the rest of the mess. I walk into the kitchen and flop down on the couch, laying on my back.

"I'm exhausted," I say, shutting my eyes.

"Me too," Harry says. I open my eyes when I feel him sit on me. I laugh as he lays down on his back, directly on top of me. I put my arms around him, interlocking my fingers on his stomach. "Just to warn you, I'll probably fall asleep like this."

"Oh, I don't think so."

"You're too weak to get me off of you."

"Oh yea?" It's a struggle, but I manage to lift myself enough to flip him off of me so he flops onto the ground beside the couch. I laugh and turn onto my side to look down at him. He runs one hand through his hair while the other one rests on his stomach. He closes his eyes and I poke his cheek. "What are you doing?"

"Shush. Let me sleep."

I giggle and poke him again. He opens one of his eyes, trying not to smile. He suddenly reaches up and grabs my arm. I squeal as he pulls me down on top of him, locking his arms behind my back. He shuts his eyes again.

"Harry." I poke his cheek. "Harry." He doesn't respond. I pull my body up slightly and press my lips against his. He smiles and kisses me back. I pull back after a few seconds and he opens his eyes. "Ha! I knew that would work." He rolls his eyes. I get up off of him as Brooke walks in the door.

"Brooke!"

"Hey, Lan. I think I left something at Harry's house last weekend, but no one is there. Is he here?" Harry suddenly sits up and waves at Brooke, then stands. "Why hello, Harry."

"Hi, Brooke. What did you leave at my place?"

"Some of my make up. I think it's in your bathroom."

"Oh, yea, I just assumed that was Lana's. I was the last one to leave the house, so it should be open. Go ahead and go right in." He slings an arm around my shoulder.

"Thanks. Nice outfit, by the way. You do realize it's like almost 5, right? Why aren't you-" she stops and her eyes go wide. My face goes red and I hear Harry chuckle beside me. "Oh my gosh, I am so sorry. Ew. Okay, thanks Harry. Have fun you two." She walks out quickly and I turn and bury my face in Harry''s chest.

"We seriously have the worst luck ever."

He laughs and sits on the couch, pulling me onto his lap. "That's a fair statement."

"Your hair is an absolute mess," I say, trying to tame his curls.

"I know. Sex hair is a bitch when you've got curls like these." I laugh and lay down on the couch, pulling him on top of me. He kisses me for a few minutes before I attach my lips to his neck.

"Lana, if it actually is almost 5, your dad might be home soon." I groan and pull back, laying my head down. He chuckles and stands up. I follow as he heads for the stairs, jumping onto his back and wrapping my arms and legs around him. "What do you think you're doing?

"I'm just so tired. I don't think I can make it up on my own."

"So I should carry you? I'm tired too! Maybe you should carry me."

"No, it was your idea to...be that active all day. You're the one doing the carrying." He laughs and starts walking up the stairs, not appearing to struggle at all. He walks into my room and dumps me on the bed before spinning around and crawling on top of me. I lay my arms above my head. "Can I help you?"

"I think so," he says, leaning down to kiss me. After a few minutes I hear a car pull up outside.

"Shit!" I yell, pushing Harry off of me and scurrying around the room to pick up his clothes. He gets dressed quickly and I put a sweater on. We run downstairs and sit on the couch just as my dad is coming in the door.

"I'm home!" he calls, setting his briefcase on the floor.

"Hey, Dad." He jumps. "Sorry!"

He shakes his head and chuckles as he removes his coat. "You scared me. Hello, Harry."

"Hi sir. I just wanted to apologize for last night. I acted like a crazy person. I'm sorry."

"It's fine. I'm sure Aaron deserved it anyway. Let's not have a repeat, okay?" Harry nods and my dad goes into the fridge to take out a beer. "What have you been up to today?" he asks me.

I look at Harry. He winks at me and I smile at him. "We just did some homework and watched a movie."

"Lazy Sundays are great. Can't remember the last time I had one. I'm going to go up and take a shower." He heads up the stairs and Harry starts laughing when he's out of hearing range. I roll my eyes and laugh as well.

"I should probably go. I actually do have homework to do and we have that lab due on wednesday." He gets up and walks to the door. I follow.

"Are you sure?" I ask, putting my arms around him after he puts his shoes on. He sighs and cups my face in his hands. "You know I'd rather stay, but I shouldn't. I'll see you at school tomorrow." He kisses me and walks out the door. I watch him walk across the street and he turns and waves before going into his house. I shut my door and lay on the couch. I really am exhausted.

I'm about to fall asleep when the phone rings, making me jump. I groan and stand up, walking to the kitchen to get the phone off the counter. I lean against it and hit the answer button without checking the name on the screen.

"Hello?"

"Langley?" My stomach jumps into my chest when I hear the voice. I almost drop the phone.

"Mom?"

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sorry if there's a lot of mistakes...its late and im so tired lol
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