Lana's POV

I wake up and get ready for school. I get dressed quickly, just wanting to be comfortable. I don't want to be, but I'm still upset about my mother. Don't get me wrong, Harry made me feel one hundred times better, but I feel like it's going to take forever before I can get past this.

I walk outside and go to Harry's house. As I'm walking up to his door, Robin exits the house.

"Good morning, Robin," I smile as he turns to face me. He returns it.

"Hello, Lana. Harry's inside." I thank him and go in without knocking. I go up to his bedroom and knock once, but he doesn't open the door. I open the door slowly and see the bathroom door slightly open, sounds of the shower coming through it. I walk in and sit on the bed and take out my phone to check the time. 7:45? Whoops. Looks like I was a little eager this morning. I hear the shower turn off and go into Harry's closet. I shut the door, knowing he's going to come in here for clothes. I hear him walking around. Suddenly the door opens. I scream, scared for some reason. He jumps back and bends over, putting his hands on his knees. I laugh.

"You scared the hell out of me!" he shouts, standing and putting his hands on his hips.

"Whoops," I say innocently, taking the sight of him in. He's got a towel wrapped around his waist with his curls hanging lower than usual. He smirks and raises his eyebrows at me. He knows I'm staring. "Yes, I'm gawking. Get over it." I walk past him and sit on his bed while he takes out his clothes.

"At least you're honest. How are you doing?"

"I don't know. I feel better when I'm with you, though." He walks over and sets his clothes on the bed, then kisses me on the lips.

"I'm glad." He slides his boxers on under his towel, then puts his jeans on. He lifts his towel to his head to dry his hair more before putting his shirt on. "Can we study together after school?"

"Sure."

"Let's have some breakfast." He leads me down the stairs by my hand and into the kitchen.

We eat and head to school. Everyone's at Brooke's car, but I don't feel like talking to anyone today. Harry senses my hesitation and leads me straight to the building.

"Harry," I say suddenly, stopping and pulling him to a stop with me. He turns and I can see the worry on his face.

"What? What's wrong?"

"I can't..." I feel myself starting to cry. I don't know why, but my mother leaving has suddenly just hit me. I reacted initially, but I didn't really think about it after that. Now I just feel...broken.

"Shh, it's okay." He pulls me into a hug. "Do you want to go home?" I nod against his chest and he brings me back to the car. Brooke and El walk up as he's opening the passenger side.

"Lana? What's wrong? Where are you going?"

"I'm fine, El. I just can't be here right now," I lie. I don't want to explain this all to them right now. I need to get out of here.

"Lana, you don't look fine."

Harry touches my arm. I smile weakly at my friends and get into the car. Harry shuts the door behind me. I can hear them arguing with him, but eventually they leave and he gets in.

"What did you tell them?"

"I just said that you're upset and that you'll talk to them about it later. Where do you want to go? Home?"

I nod and he starts driving away. The ride is silent. I don't know why this is hitting me so hard all of the sudden. My mom left more than a month ago. Why am I just getting upset about it now? We pull into Harry's driveway and I walk up to his front door, leaning against the wall. I look to see him still standing beside the car.

"What are you doing?" he asks, coming over to me. Oh, right. I said I wanted to go home. He probably assumed that mean my house.

"I'd rather be here."

He smiles a little and unlocks the front door. "You have no idea how happy it makes me to hear you say that." He takes my hand and leads me inside, going straight up to his bedroom. He closes the door and I crawl onto his bed, laying down on my back and staring up at the ceiling. He lays on his side next to me with he head propped up on he hand. I can feel him watching me, waiting for me to say something. The problem is, I don't know what to say. I don't know how I feel.

After a while he starts playing with my hair. He's probably bored out his mind right now. I suddenly feel guilty about making him skip with me.

"You didn't have to come back with me," I whisper, finally meeting his eyes.

"Yes, I did. I drove you to school. Plus, I would have just been worrying about you all day anyway." He leans down and kisses my forehead. I turn onto my side and he lays his head down on the pillow. "Do you want to talk about it?"

I sigh. "I don't know what to say. I don't know how I feel. It's like I'm...fragile. I suddenly feel like I could just fall apart at any moment."

"Because of your mum?"

"Yeah. I don't think I really processed what happened. Then I heard her voice..."

"Are you sure you don't want to talk to her?"

"Not really. I probably should eventually, but I'm just so angry."

He wraps an arm around my waist to pull me closer to him. "You have every right to be."

I look down at his chest. "I feel like if I let her explain herself, if I let her talk to me then..."

"What?" he asks, urging me to continue.

"Doesn't that make we pathetic? She left me without a word and then I just let her back into my life? What kind of weak, needy person does that. If she doesn't need me then I shouldn't need her."

"Babe, nothing about this makes you weak. If anything it makes you stronger. She's your mother and she left. That makes her pathetic, not you. At the same time, it makes perfect sense for you to still want her in your life."

"I don't know." He rubs my back soothingly while I think about what he said.

Harry's POV

"I don't know." Her voice breaks and I feel like punching something. How could someone do this? Lana doesn't deserve to feel this way. I rub circles against her back in an attempt to comfort her.

"If you shut her out completely, I think you'll regret it," I say softly. I take a deep breath and continue. "I know I did."

She looks up at me, confused. "What do you mean?"

"My father. When he left I told him I didn't want anything to do with him. After ignoring him for years he finally stopped trying to be a part of my life."

I can see that she's surprised to hear me talking about this. She asked me about it weeks ago, but I told her I don't talk about my father, not to anyone. I was harsh with her, but she never brought it up again. "Do you regret it?"

I think about this before nodding. "I think I do. Robin has been really good to me, but it's not the same. I wish now that I could have had some sort of relationship with my dad. I don't want you to look back on this years from now and wish you'd handled it differently."

She nods and looks down at my chest again. After a while I notice her breathing has slowed. I look down at her face to see that she's fallen asleep. I smile and take a blanket from the closet, spreading it over her and kissing her on the forehead before going downstairs. I feel kind of wierd. I never talk about my dad. Ever. Not with anyone, not even with my sister.

As I'm peeling a banana I feel my phone vibrate. I pull it out to see just what I want. Zayn Malik.

"Hello?"

"Harry, wasn't expecting you to answer."

"We need to talk."

"Alright. Let's talk."

"No, in person."

I hear him laugh a little at the suggestion. "Are you sure you want to do that?" The threat in his tone is obvious.

"Yea. I have one condition, though."

"What's that?"

"Just you and Liam. No bodyguards, no guns, nothing."

He stays silent for a while before answering. "Fine. Where?"

"Come to Holmes Chapel Friday night. I'll text you where."

He hangs up abruptly and I put my phone down on the counter as I lean against it. I pick it up again and call Niall. He doesn't answer the first time, so I call again. After four rings he finally picks up.

"Harry I'm in class."

"I know. You need to come over."

"Aren't you in class?"

"No I came home with Lana. Look, she's asleep right now, so just come here. I talked to Zayn."

"Alright, fine. I'll be there in ten minutes."

I go into the living room and sit on the couch to wait. As promised, Niall shows up ten minutes later. He walks in and comes into the living room, sitting on the love seat.

"What'd he say?"

"He's coming here with Liam on Friday. How do you want to do this?"

"I don't know, I was kind of hoping you would figure that out."

I throw a pillow at him. He laughs and swats it away. I really don't know how we're going to do this. "We're really going to have to appeal to the whole friends thing. We knew him before we all got in, so I guess that's how we play it. We're his friends and we need him to just let us move on."

"You really think he'll go for that?"

I stand up and throw my hands up in frustration. "I don't fucking know, Niall! I don't know what else to do. If you have any ideas please, let me know. I am open to suggestions." He looks at his hands and stays silent. I sit down again and run a hand through my hair.

"I'm sorry I brought you into this Harry. I wasn't even doing much with them towards the end, I thought Zayn would be happy to get rid of me."

"Maybe he is, but he probably doesn't like that it wasn't on his terms. You had to know this wasn't going to be as simple as moving."

"It was for you!"

I sigh. "I got arrested, mate. I was going against Zayn almost constantly before I left. It was the best thing for everyone that I just took off. You just fucking left without any reason to besides the fact that you wanted out."

"I really didn't think it was going to be a big deal," he says, leaning against the back of the couch.

"You're an idiot," I say, smiling at him. Niall was always the most naive.

We talk and joke around for a while before going into the kitchen to make some lunch. We start making grilled cheese. Niall loves his food, so he knows how to make his favourites.

"Don't burn it!" I yell. He laughs and tells me to relax. "Fine. I'm going to go check on Lan for a sec." I go up the stairs and open the door quietly. She's still in the exact same position I left her in, so I shut the door again before going back downstairs.

"So, what's the deal with you and Brooke these days?" I ask, sitting at the breakfast bar.

He shrugs and flips the sandwich onto a plate for me. "She's a cool girl. We're just going to see what happens. She told me about the start of you and Lana. I have to say, I'm not into the drama like you are, Haz."

I just laugh and eat my food. I can't really deny that our relationship has...had its moments in that regard. We keep talking and eating. After about an hour Lana walks quietly into the kitchen.

"Hey baby," I say, smiling at her. "Sleep well?"

"Yea, I didn't realize I was so tired. Hey Niall. What are you doing here?" I wrap an arm around her as she leans into me.

"Well hello to you too," he says sarcastically. She laughs and rolls her eyes. He gets up and starts putting stuff away. "I'm gonna go back to school. I have a test last period. I'll see you guys tomorrow." We say goodbye and he leaves. I turn to Lana.

"How are you feeling?"

"I'm okay," she says, pulling away from me and filling the kettle. "I had a really weird dream."

"Oh yeah?" I smile as she explains it to me.

"Yea. You were covered head to toe in tattoos. When I say covered I mean like your face, neck, arms, legs, everywhere. It was horrible. You kept telling me that you wanted more, but I had to keep telling you there was nowhere left on your skin to put them. So then you strapped me down in a chair and you were like 'I want one of your face. If I can't put it on me, I'll put it on you since you're mine anyway.' Then you tattooed a picture of my own face on my arm and it was so ugly! I was so mad at you."

I laugh and stand up while she turns to make her tea. "You are so weird." I wrap my arms around her from behind while she shovels sugar into her mug. I release her and turn around, seeing the banana never got around to eating. I peel it open the rest of the way and take a small bite. Lana walks past me and into the living room.

As she sits down I make my way over. "Lana." She says yea, but doesn't look at me. "Lan. Babe. Lana. Lan. Lan."

"What, Harry!" She shouts, turning to look at me.

"Does this turn you on?" I ask, taking large continuous bites of the banana (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v3PTs2sQdAk 5 seconds in).

She starts laughing and shakes her head while I attempt to chew the large amount of fruit in my mouth. I smile at her laughter, which makes eating a lot harder.

"Ew, Harry! A piece just fell out of your mouth!" I look down, pick it up and shrug before stuffing it back into my mouth. "You're so gross," she says, turning back to her cup. I sit down beside her, mouth still pretty full.

"Fibe secon rue!" I slur. She laughs again while I swallow the last of it. "Five second rule," I repeat. "Your idea, remember?"

"I guess it was." She leans into me and sips her tea. "Why was Niall here?"

I stiffen a litte, but relax quickly, hoping she didn't notice. "He was complaining about the caf food, so I told him to come eat here."

"Really? Niall never complains about the lunch food."

Shit. "I guess he's getting sick of it."

She nods and takes another sip. I really don't want to lie to her, but she can't know about Zayn. She'll just worry, and she has enough to deal with already.

Notes

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v3PTs2sQdAk
the banana thing is this video 5 seconds in. lol harry.

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