El drove back to my place with me. Brooke went to her house to grab some stuff and met us about a half hour later. Her family had moved to another area of the neighbourhood, so we were no longer next door neighbours. She took the opportunity of all of us trying on different outfits to bring up what she overheard at lunch.

"Soooo Lan, what did Harry mean when he said you didn't mention your incredible friends yesterday?" she asked, emphasizing the incredible.

I pulled a tank top over my head to examine how it looked on me. "Oh, right. Well, his family moved in across the street and they came over for dinner last night."

Brooke didn't say anything. I could see El in the mirror making kissy faces and I spun around and smacked her playfully on the arm.

"Ow!"

"You deserved it. And no, Brooke, before you go all crazy on me we didn't kiss."

"Liar!" El said to me, then turning to Brooke. "He kissed her on the cheek."

They both started squealing and jumping on my bed, both in just their underwear and tank tops. I rolled my eyes. It really wasn't a big deal. Was it? They finally stopped freaking out and sat back on the bed, laughing.

"Lana, you realize this means he likes you. He freaking kissed you on the cheek! Boys don't do that shit anymore. It's so adorable I can't even like imagine it. I am so jealous right now!" She said, rolling onto her back so she was half hanging off the bed.

"Yea, plus he was so psyched with you asked him to go to the party," Eleanor added.

"I didn't. You did." I corrected.

"Whatever," She said, waving a hand to dismiss my attention to detail. "Either way he's definitely coming tonight. Plus he was totally flirting at lunch. I mean hard core flirting." Brooke started nodding and laughing, agreeing with El. "Right? Brooke agrees. And you could not stop giggling. And he totally winked at you."

They were getting so excited, and to be frank it was getting me nervous about the party. Did he like me? Did I like him? I didn't even know him. We'd never really had a real conversation.

"Guys, don't over do this, okay? You're making me nervous!" I said, ripping through my closet, trying to find something to wear. At that they both stopped laughing. They ran over to me and El spun me around to face them.

"What?"

Brooke looked right into my eyes. "Did you say nervous?" I just stared at them, not saying anything. "Langley Anne Forester, does this boy actually make you nervous?" She said, kind of yelling now. When I didn't say anything, the girls just looked at each other. It got kind of creepy.

"What? What is the big deal? Stop looking at me like that!"

Brooke kept staring, a smile creeping onto her face. But it was Eleanor who spoke first.

"Sweetie, you realize that you never EVER get nervous around boys. Like never. I have never seen you blush around one, or giggle like you did today. Not even with Josh. And I could see it when we saw him in the hall. You don't know how to act around him. You totally freak out don't you?"

Shit. They were my best friends, so of course they know I don't get nervous around guys. I'm not overly confident or anything, I just never got nervous to talk to guys. Now all of the sudden I don't know how to act around Harry. It's unsettling, but in a good way.

They both stared at me, waiting for me to respond. They knew they were right as much as I did. I just turned around and yelled, "Fine, yes, okay? Now please help me find something to wear before I literally burn this closet to the ground in frustration." El and Brooke started squealing again and helped me pick out an outfit. I must have tried on 20 different things, trying to find the exact right look. It was warm tonight, for once, and I didn't want it to look like I was trying too hard. So I put on some shorts and a crop top, and brought a gray cardigan along, just in case it was cold http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=98303350.
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We finished our hair and makeup, and when we decided we all looked hot, we headed out. Neither of my parents had come home, so we decided to each do a few shots before we left. Personally, I needed them. I had gotten really nervous about seeing Harry, all thanks to my so called best friends. We each did three shots, and I took one last swig from the bottle before putting it away. I could feel the alcohol getting into my system, allowing me to loosen up.

"Okaaaaaaaaay LanLan, go get your boyfriend!" El shouted. We all giggled and I loudly shushed her. El and I were both pretty big lightweights, so both of us were already tipsy. Brooke just laughed at us, not really effected yet. I giggled and half ran up to Harry's doorstep, tripping a little on the way. I knocked loudly a few times before turning around to see El and Brooke making faces at me. I stuck my tongue out at them as Harry opened the door, scaring the absolute shit out of me.

"AHH! Oh shit, Harry it's just you!" I said, leaning against the wall, breathless from laughter. Apparently the wall was a little farther away than I thought, and I started to fall over. I squealed a little as Harry wrapped his hands around my waist, keeping me upright. I giggled some more, looking into his gorgeous green eyes.

"Are you always this clumsy, Forester?" He asks, winking at me, stifling a laugh.

I straighten up, with his help, and just laugh. "Are you ready to go?" I ask, pointing to the girls, still standing in the street waiting. He waves to them. "Yea I just have to grab a beanie and my bag. Want to come inside?" He says, gesturing towards the door. I nod and walk inside, secretly eager to see his house. I didn't wait for him, I just walked in and started walking around, wandering in through the dining room, into the living room, and back through towards the kitchen. I gasp when I walk in; it's the most beautiful kitchen I've even see.

Harry walks up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. "Do you like it?" he asks. I just nod, very aware of his arms on my waist. He intertwines my fingers in his and pulls me up the stairs. I completely forgot about my friends waiting outside. All I can think about is how fast my heart is pounding and how good it feels to have my hand in his. He leads me down the hallway to what I assume is his bedroom.

"My stuff is in here," he says, opening the door. I walk in and look around. I am surprised to see several guitars hanging on the wall and on stands on floor. He has pictures of bands and of what I assume are his friends and families all over the walls. I also notice that it is exceptionally neat. He just watches me as I walk around, touching various things, including the guitars, as I make my way around the room in a circle. When I get back to him he just stares at me, smirking.

"You're cute when you do that," I say.

"Do what?"

"Smirk like that. You look so devious but innocent at the same time."

He chuckles as he turns to look for his things. "I don't smirk. And no man likes being called cute, Langley." He turns around, placing the beanie on his head.

"Man, huh? Could have fooled me," I tease, inching closer to him, suddenly not nervous anymore. "And how many times do I have to tell you to call me Lana?" I say, as I stop and look up at him.

He just smirks that adorable smirk of his again, and I cant help but lean in a little. Only to tease though; as he leans in as well I turn and run out of the room.

"Ooooh, you are so dead!"

I squeal and laugh as I make my way down the stairs. I could hear him catching up and as I turn into the living room he picks me up and throws me on the couch, straddling my legs and pinning my arms down. I was still laughing as he looked into my eyes, smiling deviously.

"You need to apology, miss Forester."

I giggled again. "For what?" I ask innocently.

"For being a tease. And for saying I'm not a man. I didn't like that very much."

"Yea...I don't think so. I was just being honest," I say, shrugging my shoulders.

"Oh really?" He says, sitting down on my legs and letting go of my arms. "I think you'll want to apologize, Lana."

I shake my head, being stubborn, trying to stifle a giggle. He makes a soft tisk, tisk sound and I suddenly realize what he's about to do. He suddenly has his hands on my waist and starts tickling me like a mad man. I start screaming and laughing, trying to wriggle free, but his position on my legs keeps my from going anywhere.

"Har- HARRY" I say between fits of laughter, "Stop! Stop it!"

"Not until you say sorry!" He says, smiling and continuing to tickle.

"Okay, OKAY!" I'm so-"

At that moment El and Brooke barge into the house. They look around until they spot us on the couch. Harry doesn't move from on top of me, and I just smile at them. They both look extremely amused. I hope and pray they don't say anything embarrassing.

El starts giggling and Brooke crosses her arms and smirks at me. "If you two are quite finished in here, we have a party to go to."

Harry looks down at me, winks, and gets up, pulling me up with him. He starts walking towards the girls. "I'm just going to grab a bottle or two of rum. Do you ladies have a preference?"

We all look at each other and shrug. As he walks back out of the kitchen, he swings a bag over his shoulder. I get nervous about this. "Harry, won't your parents mind? Won't they notice that much alcohol missing?" I ask, suddenly feeling like a goody goody.

He walks over to me, grabs my hand and starts to lead me to the door. "Don't worry, love. They won't mind. Besides, I'll replace it. Ready to go?" I nod, and he turns toward the other girls. They both smile and look at my hand in his. I feel my face flush, and pull my hand away. Eleanor and Brooke walk out as Harry looks at his now empty hand, and then to me. He looks...hurt? Only for a second before he smiles at me. I smile back and run out the door, catching up with Eleanor and Brooke. Harry locks his front door and jogs to catch up. We all link arms and walk down the street to Josh's house.

El and I are giggling like little kids, at everything and anything. Every time Harry looks at me, he looks so amused.

"Brooke, how much did your little lightweight friends drink already?" He asks. As if on cue. I stumble over my own feet, causing him to catch me and help me get my balance back. He shakes his head and chuckles at me.

"We each did three shots. And then little miss giggles over here took another swig when she thought I wasn't looking," Brooke said, nudging me in the ribs.

"OW! Hey, haha, I only did that because we were going-" I stop before I finish the sentence and look over at Harry, who looks intrigued. I look away quickly and Brooke starts laughing.

" I'm sorry, Langley I didn't quite catch that? Where were you going?" He asks, when he clearly knows the answer.

I giggle and break away from them, running ahead with my arms out, trying not to fall in my heels. Harry runs to catch up with me, grabbing my hand and slowing me to a walk.

"Is running such a good idea? We both know how clumsy you are, love." He says, referring to all of my previous stumbles. I roll my eyes, but keep my hand in his and we walk together. I hear the loud pump of the base. I look forward and see Josh's house come into sight. There were already a lot of people there. Brooke and El catch up to us and we walk up to the house together. For some reason, I didn't have a good feeling about this.

I was suddenly very, very nervous.

Notes

I hope this isnt moving too slow! I just dont like it in other stories when they just meet and theyre suddenly in love...so yea. hope you like it!

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