Lana's POV

After Harry leaves I lock the door and go to the back of the house to make sure my dad has already gone upstairs. He hasn't. He's still in his office.

"Dad? Oh, I thought you went to bed already."

"No, I'm just heading up now." "Thank goodness. "Did your friends leave?"

"Yea. I'm going to bed. Goodnight, Dad," I say, walking out of his office. I look at the back door to find that it's already open, so I go upstairs to my bedroom. I go into my closet and find Harry's boxers still on the floor; I've slept in them every night. Maybe that's weird...but I don't really care. I like having a piece of him here with me. When I've brushed my teeth I crawl under the covers, waiting for my dad to come upstairs. I take out my phone to text Harry.

L: My dad is still in his office :(

H: I can be sneaky.

L: Lol you would have to walk right past the door of his office to get to the stairs

H: Ninja, remember? ;)

I laugh quietly at this text. L: Yea, that isn't comforting. You're just going to have to wait.

I set my phone down and close my eyes. After a minute it suddenly starts vibrating like crazy. Harry is calling me.

"Yes, Harry?"

"How did you know it was me?"

"This crazy thing called caller ID."

"Oh, right." I laugh as he continues. "Can I come over now?" He's practically whining into the phone.

"You sound like a five year old right now."

"That doesn't answer my question."

"Don't you think if my dad had gone to bed I would have texted you?"

"Well I would think so, but you never know. You have a habit of randomly falling asleep. This would be a very inopportune time for that to happen."

"I'm not going to fall asleep. Even if I did, that's what I invited you over here to do. Sleep."

I can hear the smile in his voice when he responds. "We'll see." He hangs up, leaving me laughing and shaking my head. Time passes unbelievably slow, and after 25 minutes my dad finally goes to his room and shuts the door. I smile and look out my room to make sure, and I can see the light is off in his room. I run back to the bed and text Harry.

L: My dad finally went to bed. just need to wait a bit for him to fall asleep.

H: Ok. either way im coming over in ten minutes.

L: No! you need to wait until my dad is asleep!

He doesn't text me back and I start to get nervous. after a few minutes he finally responds.

H: Ready or not, here I come.

My boyfriend is such a loser. I laugh when I read his text, but I start to get really nervous that my dad will hear him. I pace around the room, waiting for him to come up. after five minutes I haven't heard anything, so I lay on my bed and start to text him when he suddenly lays on top of me.

"Hello," he whispers into my ear. I have to cover my mouth so I don't react to his surprise.

"You scared the shit out of me!"

He chuckles and rolls off of me. "You always seem surprised by my skills. How many times do I have to remind you how sneaky I can be?"

"You suck." He laughs and stands up. I turn my bedside lamp on to see what he's doing. He removes his shirt and throws it on the ground, then moves his hands to his pants. "What are you doing?" I ask, crawling on the bed and putting my hands on his to stop him.

"What?"

"Why are you undressing?"

He smirks. "Is that a problem?"

"Yes."

"Why's that?"

"Because," I say slowly, wrapping my arms around his neck, "I'm going to have a hard time with the whole just sleeping thing then."

He chuckles. "Well, you should be happy then. I usually sleep naked. You're getting off easy." I roll my eyes and lay back down on the bed. "Besides, if you get to sleep in my boxers I should too. It's only fair."

He removes his pants and crawls onto the bed next to me. "I guess you're right," I say, staring at his stomach. How could someone be so perfect? It seriously isn't fair...

He lifts up the covers and pulls them back over top of both of us while I move closer to him. He wraps his arms around me while I trace his butterfly.

"You're the only person that's ever done that," he says quietly, breaking the silence.

"What?"

"Touch my tattoos. I've never let anyone else."

I stop and look up at him. "Really? Why?"

He shrugs and tucks some hair behind my ear. "They're personal."

I smile and lay back down to resume my tracing. He plays with my hair for a while

"Did it hurt?"

"No I can barely feel that."

I laugh and sit up again. "No, weirdo, I was talking about your tattoos. Did they hurt?"

He smirks. "Not really."

"Really? I would think this one would be horrible."

He shakes his head slowly. "Nope." He looks like he's trying not to laugh. I narrow my eyes at him. He finally laughs. "I'm serious! Mine were licked on by kittens." I smack his chest and lean against the pillows next to him. "They're tattoos, babe. Of course they hurt."

"How am I supposed to know that."

"I don't know...common sense?" I hit him again and lay down more on the bed. He leans on his elbow beside me.

"You're mean," I say, folding my arms. He chuckles at my pouting. "I've never had one! How should I know!"

"Maybe you should get one."

"Never."

"Why not?" He pokes my sides, making me squirm. "Come on, everyone's doing it!"

"Stop!" I giggle and squirm. He continues.

"Just do it!"

I start laughing louder while he keeps poking and tickling me. "My dad's going to hear us! Stop!"

"Fine, fine," he whispers, quickly rolling on top of me. "I'll be quiet, then." He leans down to kiss me slowly, but passionately. After a few minutes his lips move to my neck.

"I don't think this is the best way to do that," I say breathlessly.

"I think it's a fantastic way," he says huskily.

"No not for that," I say, pushing him back. "I mean for being quiet. I told you, we're just sleeping."

He stares down at me for a minute before sighing and rolling off of me. "So you were actually serious about that?"

I laugh and snuggle up next to him. "I was. Is that a problem?"

"Yes." He kisses the top of my head and pulls me tight against him. "But I'll behave."

- - - - - - - - - - - -

I wake up and roll over, trying to find Harry. I open my eyes to see an empty bed. I feel myself pouting and I reach for my phone. No texts. Weird. I lay back down and see something red out of the corner of my eye.

I smile like a little girl when I see a rose laying on my pillow. There's a note underneath it.

Sorry to just take off. You looked so peaceful, I couldn't wake you. I didn't want your dad to catch me, so I snuck out. I'll be back to make you breakfast.
I love you.

I giggle after reading it and hold the rose against my chest. This doesn't happen in real life. Does it? This is way too perfect. It's hard to even believe that we were fighting yesterday.

I have to admit, I am curious about what Harry did last night. But, I don't want to fight with him anymore. Plus he seems perfectly fine, so what's the point? He'll probably tell me eventually anyway. I get up and take a quick shower. I put Harry's boxers and my tshirt back on and go out of my room. When I go to the stairs I can smell bacon. I smile and practically run down them and when I turn the corner I see Harry standing there.

"Why, good morning," I say, walking up behind him and wrapping my arms around him.

"Hello, beautiful. Hungry?"

"Yes. Thank you." I walk to the fridge and take out the orange juice. "And thank you for the little gift you left behind this morning. It was adorable."

"I know," he says, flashing his dimples at me. I laugh and shake my head. "What should we make? Pancakes? Waffles?"

"I was thinking french toast."

"How often do you eat that? You have got to be sick of it by now."

"Not possible." I start making them when my dad comes downstairs.

"Good morning, sweetie. Oh, Harry, hi. When did you get here?"

"Not too long ago," he looks at me and winks.

"Well, thanks for the bacon. Do you two have plans for today?"

I lean against the counter and look at Harry. He looks at me and shrugs. "Apparently not," I say to my father. "Why?"

"Just wondering. I have to go to the office for a while."

"That's fine. Will you be home for dinner tonight?"

"I'm not sure. I actually may have to go out of town for the night."

"What? Why?"

"They might need my help in London until Monday or Tuesday."

I can see Harry smiling out of the corner of my eye. "Oh. Okay."

"You should see if you can stay with Eleanor or Brooke."

"Dad, I'm old enough to stay here by myself."

He looks at Harry's back and then to me. I raise my eyebrows at him. He stares at me for a minute before sighing and looking away. "Alright," he says finally. Apparently the silent conversation we just had was convincing enough. I'll take it. "I'll call you if I end up going."

"Okay. Be safe," I say, hugging him.

"I will. You too." He says bye to Harry before going out the door.

I walk back as Harry is flipping some french toast. "Hey! That's my job," I say, taking the spatula out of his hand.

"You're slacking, babe. I don't want the house to burn down."

"What do you want to do today?"

"I don't know. Maybe some Christmas shopping?"

I'm about to tell him it's way too soon for Christmas shopping, but its already a week into December. "Alright, I'm good with that."

We eat breakfast and Harry decides to go back home to get ready. We decide to meet back at my house when we're good to go. I get dressed and do my hair. Harry comes back over as I'm finishing up.

"Woah." He walks up behind me and looks at me in the mirror. "Who are we trying to impress?"

"You're one to talk," I say, turning around and fiddling with the collar of his shirt. "Every girl is going to be drooling."

He leans down to kiss me, effectively ending that conversation. He pulls back after a few minutes, leaving both of us breathless.

"I'm going to get some shoes and a jacket. Then we can go."

He smirks down at me. "Or we could just stay here..."

I laugh and walk past him. "Not today, Stlyes."

Notes

sorry i wanted to do more today but i got busy :(
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