*Thursday

Lana's POV

"Harry, I'm not kidding." I stand with my hands on my hips, looking down at him. He's got a devious smirk on his face.

"Are you sure?" he asks, adjusting his beanie. "You don't look that serious, love."

"Give it to me," I say sternly, holding out my hand. He shakes his head and smiles up at me innocently. "Fine."

I sit on the opposite end of the couch and fold my arms over my chest. I can feel him watching me, but I refuse to look at him. I just sit there and pout.

"Why are you all the way over there?" he asks.

"I'm mad at you."

"Why?" I ignore him and try not to smile as he scoots across the couch and plants himself on my lap. "Is this what you want?" He holds up my phone and I quickly try and snatch it out of his hand. He laughs and tugs it back so I can't reach it. "Tell me you're not at me."

"I'm not mad at you. Now give it back!"

He shakes his head. "Now kiss me." I roll my eyes and he leans down to kiss me. When he pulls back I hold out my hand. He puts my phone in it but doesn't release it. "Tell me you love me."

"You're quite the needy little bugger aren't you?"

"Tell me!"

I roll my eyes again. "I love you. Now let go." He finally gives me my phone and gets up off my lap, laying on his back and laying his head on my legs.

"You know, if you roll your eyes too much they're gonna get stuck up there."

"I don't think that's how it works."

"It's true. I have a cousin that went blind from rolling his eyes," he says, trying not to smile but failing miserably.

"That's really too bad. I think I'll take my chances, though."

He laughs and shrugs. "They're your eyes. Just saying though, if you go blind you can't look at me anymore. That would just be a shame, don't you think?"

I smile and lean down close to his face. "You over-estimate yourself, Styles." I lift his head and drop it back on the couch when I get up. He laughs and follows me into the kitchen. "What should we make for dinner?"

He grabs my sweater in both of his hands and pulls me close to him. "I'm not very hungry for food," he says huskily, kissing my neck.

"Harry my Dad is upstairs. And I'm not feeling very attractive right now." He continues what he's doing, so I push him back. "I'm serious."

"Why are you so serious today?" he teases, rubbing his nose against mine. I wrap my arms around his waist and lean against his chest. I feel him sigh into my hair. I feel bad for him; after the weekend we had he's probably going crazy. I haven't been in the mood for anything but sleeping and school, and only school because I have to. Even our kissing has been less frequent. I feel myself thinking about my mom constantly...even Harry couldn't take my mind off it.

"Okay, let me make some dinner," I say, pulling away from him. "How about pasta?"

"Sounds good to me. Need help?" I pull an onion out of the pantry and hold it up. "No. No way. Not again."

"Pleeeeeeease Harry?" He sighs and takes it out of my hands. I take a pepper out of the fridge and cut it alongside him, but not too close so the onion doesn't make me cry. I look up a few times to see him blinking furiously. I smile at his efforts and dump my pieces into the sauce before stopping him from chopping any more.

"That should be enough. Thanks," I say, kissing his cheek. He blinks a bunch more times and I put the sauce on the stove top. I turn around and wipe away a few tears from his face, laughing softly.

"You really owe me now," he says, eyes still a little red. We continue to cook and my dad comes down just as it's ready.

"Smells good, thanks guys. I have some work to do." He takes his heaping plateful back into his office while Harry and I sit on the couch. I put my glass of milk on the coffee table and sit back, putting my feet up. Harry does the same next to me.

"Do you think the people could understand that bird?"

I choke on my food a little. "What in the world are you talking about?"

"The Little Mermaid. You know how she talks to that bird?"

"The seagull. Scuttle," I clarify slowly.

"Right, him. Do you think the actual people could talk to him too? Like if they wanted to."

"I don't know. I think it's special privileges for the mermaids."

"Yea, but when she turns into a person she can still talk to them. I mean the sea creatures I understand because she's one too, but the bird is a mystery," he says, taking a huge bite of pasta.

"Maybe because her half-fish self never can actually be taken away. So she's always an animal."

"Don't you think people would notice? Like the queen is just having a conversation with a bird and she can magically understand what he's saying. Plus people are technically animals too."

"That's the beauty of Disney, babe. Always pushing the limits and twisting reality," I say, putting my plate on the coffee table.

"What in the world are you two talking about?" My dad says, going into the fridge for a beer. "Should I be concerned here?"

"Don't worry, Dad, we have these weird little discussions all the time."

"Is that supposed to make me feel better?" We laugh while he goes back to his office.

"I actually think we might have mental issues," I say, looking sideways at Harry. He smiles and eats the last of his food. "I'm serious. I think if we recorded our conversations and could listen to them we'd actually be committed to some sort of institution."

"I don't think they have those places anymore," he says, putting his plate down and wrapping an arm around me. "I think we're safe."

"Oh they have them. Governments these days do some crazy shit. There's got to be some secret insane asylum somewhere."

"Okay, I was wrong. Maybe you do need help," he says, looking at me with a dramatic worried look.

"I'm serious. Didn't you ever watch 24?"

"I have no idea what that is."

"That's a shame. Lucky for you I'm in the mood to laugh, not have a heart attack," I say, getting up and putting the first disc of season 7 of Friends in the DVD player. "Six seasons down, four to go." I plop down next to him and snuggle into his side, wrapping my arms around him. He kisses the top of my head.

After a few minutes my thoughts drift to my mother. I've been running the last seven years in Holmes Chapel through my mind, playing back every moment with my mom. There must be something I did to make her hate me, make her not love me anymore to the point where she needed to leave.

"Lana."

Harry pulls me out of my thoughts. "What?"

"I asked if you wanted anthing. Some tea or something?"

"Oh, sorry. Umm, no I'm okay. Thank you."

"Is everything okay? What's on your mind?"

I look up at him as he tucks some hair behind my ear. There's so much love and tenderness in his eyes, it makes my heart want to burst. "I'm sorry." My voice is a whisper. I don't know if he even heard me. I see surprise creep onto his face.

"What? What are you apologizing for?"

"I know I've just been miserable this week. I must be so horrible to be around. I've barely let you kiss me let alone do anything else and I-"

"Shh, stop," he says softly, putting his palm against my cheek. I close my eyes and lean against it. "You have nothing to apologize for. I love you. I want to be here for you. Don't get me wrong, you know I love kissing you and all of that good stuff," he says, smirking at me, "but, I love this too. Just being with you. That's enough for me."

"Are you sure? I'm not being needy and annoying?"

"Never. Not in a million years. You're going through a lot. I know that. You need to work through it. I just want to be there for you."

I sigh as he kisses my forehead. "You're too good to me. I don't deserve it."

"Yes. You do." He kisses me on the lips softly. He pulls away after a few seconds, but I reach up and pull his face back down to mine. He's surprised but he kisses me back. He seems hesitant; I don't feel his hands sliding over my waist like they normally do. Suddenly craving my gorgeous boyfriend that treats me way better than I deserve, I show him what I want. I sit up more and toss one of my legs over him, pulling myself onto his lap. I put my hands behind his neck, bit I still don't feel his hands on me. I move my hands down his arms slowly until I get to his hands and place them on the top of my thighs. I know he realizes that it's okay when his tongue suddenly pushes into my mouth and his hands grip my legs tighter. I feel how much we've both missed this. I tangle my hands into his hair. He moans into my mouth and I suddenly remember where we are. I pull away and he looks disappointed. I smile down at him.

"Don't worry. I just don't think it's a good idea to do this on the couch. My dad probably heard that little sound you just made." His face goes slightly red and he smiles at me. "Come on," I say, standing and pulling him up with me. He chuckles as I lead him quietly up the stairs. Once we're at the top he scoops me up in his arms and carries me into my bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him. He lays me down on the bed and crawls on top of me. I pull his face down to mine and kiss him again while he wastes no time pulling my shirt up and exploring my skin. He doesn't try and take it farther than this, which makes me love him even more. I don't know how, but he always knows the right thing to do with me. Sometimes I think he knows me better than I know myself.

After a while I pull his face back. We're both breathing heavy. He leans his forehead against mine while we both calm down. "That was....unexpected," he says, smirking at me.

I giggle as he rolls off me and onto his back. My dad probably noticed by now that we're up here. That'll be kind of awkward. Oh well. I stand up and go into the bathroom. My hair is obviously a mess, so I straighten it up before going back out and crawling on top of Harry.

"We should go back down."

He smiles and nods, but pulls me down onto him. "I love you."

I smile down at him. "I love you, too."

We go back downstairs and resume our position on the couch. The disc of Friends had finished when we were upstairs so I put it back to the place we were at. My dad walks out and sits on the recliner.

"Do you have plans tomorrow, Lan?"

I look up at Harry, trying to remember if we made plans. I realize we didn't and look back at my Dad. "Nope. Why?"

"We've been invited to the Barlow's house tomorrow night for dinner. I'd like you to come with me."

Harry's POV

I feel Lana stiffen beside me at her father's words. "Who are the Barlow's?" I ask.

"Steven Barlow is the chairman of the board at the company I work for. You probably remember his son, Harry."

I feel my mouth drop open. I look down at Lana. She's still looking at her dad. After a minute she closes her eyes, then she looks at me. "Aaron? That's Aaron's family?"

She nods and pauses the TV. "I don't have to go. It's fine."

"Yes you do, Lan. I'm sorry, but it's not optional."

"Dad, you can't-"

"No, Lana. I don't know what kind of drama you have with Aaron, but you're going to have to grow up and put it behind you. You're going and that's final." He gets up and goes back to his office. We sit in silents for a few minutes. I stare down at Lana, but she doesn't look at me. How can I argue with her dad? I don't want her with him, but I have to meet Zayn tomorrow. How do I handle this.

"Lana."

"Come with me?" she asks, finally looking at me.

"I...I can't. I trust you. You should go with your dad."

She sits up and pulls back from me. "What are you talking about?"

"You know they'll never let me walk through the front door, Lan. I trust you."

"What are you talking about? You're making me go alone?"

"You'll have your dad. You'll be fine." I know I don't sound very convincing. I want to go so badly, but I need to help Niall sort things out with Zayn. She narrows her eyes at me.

"What are you keeping from me?"

Shit. "Nothing."

"Harry. What's going on."

Fuck. I can't lie to her. What do I tell her... "I just have to take care of something. Don't worry about it." I don't meet her eyes.

"Don't lie to me, Harry. What are you doing tomorrow night?"

"Lana, don't ask me that. Just trust me, alright? I can't tell you."

She stares at me, looking back and forth between my eyes. "You need to go," she says suddenly, standing up from the couch.

"What? Why?"

"Because you're lying to me!"

"I will tell you, okay, but not yet."

"What the hell does that mean?"

I sigh and get up. "It's for your own good, Lan. I'm fine. We're fine. I'll explain everything after tomorrow."

"That's not good enough, Harry. Now explain or leave." She folds her arms over her chest and waits. I sigh and stare at her, hoping she'll soften. She doesn't.

"Goodnight. I love you." I walk up to her and kiss her forehead quickly before walking out of the house.

Fuck.

Notes

hope you like it :)

comment!!! please!!! they make me so happy :)

vote subscribe comment

thanks for reading :Dxx