*Friday, December 20 (last day of school before winter break)

Lana's POV

"No, the 22nd isn't going to work."

"Why not?"

Brooke, Eleanor and I are trying to pick a day for the six of us to get together for Christmas and exchange gifts. We'd been through a lot of dates and now Christmas is just five days away. Clearly we are running out of options.

"I have my dad's office party."

"Oh, did you get a new dress? It's always a formal party isn't it?" El asks, totally forgetting the goal of our conversation.

"Yea, it's red. Harry actually picked it out for me."

"That's adorable. Is he going with you?"

I sigh and shut my locker. "That was the plan, but his sister is coming to Holmes Chapel that day."

"So he said he wouldn't go?"

"No, he doesn't know they're happening on the same day."

Brooke and El exchange confused glances. "Why not?" Brooke asks, swinging her bag over her shoulder.

"I just didn't tell him. I know he's going to insist on coming with me, but he hasn't seen his sister since they moved here. I feel bad asking him to come with."

"That's his choice, isn't it?" Eleanor asks, falling into step beside me while we head for the doors. It's finally time for Christmas break, and I could not be more ecstatic to have time off of school.

"What do you think his sister will think? It's her first day with her brother in like more than three months and his girlfriend is forcing him to go to some boring office party with her instead of being at home with his family."

They both laugh at my dramatic explanation and we stand by the doors to wait for the boys. We decided to celebrate Christmas break together today and go skating then out for dinner with all of us. Brooke and Niall are basically together at this point, but they haven't made anything official.

"Unless she's a psycho bitch I really don't think that's going to be a problem," Brooke says, still laughing.

"I'm already stealing him away for Christmas Eve. Is Louis spending Christmas with your family El?"

"He's going to come over for dinner. His family does a dinner on Christmas Eve and presents in the morning, then some sort of brunch thing. So Im going there Christmas Eve and he's coming over for dinner Christmas day when he's done with his family."

"You two just have the easiest relationship ever don't you?"

"Pretty much."

"And I know you aren't 'officially dating'," I say, using air quotes, "but you basically are, so Niall he doing anything with your family?"

"Hell no, you think my dad would go for that?"

"That's true." Brooke's father is very protective when it comes to boys.

"What's true?" I hear a very familiar voice behind me. I turn to see Harry walking towards us with Louis and Niall. He stops beside me and kisses my cheek. "Have I told you how amazing you look today?"

"You're not looking so bad yourself, Styles." He smiles and kisses my cheek again.

"Oh save it for later, you two," Louis says, swinging his arm around Eleanor. Harry chuckles against my skin and pulls away from me. I put my hand in his while we all walk out of the school and to our separate vehicles. We drive in succession to the ice rink.

"How was your day?" Harry asks as we pull out of the parking lot.

"It was fine. We probably could have just skipped today. None of my teachers did anything important."

"Very true."

"How was yours?"

"It was terrible. Except lunch. And the classes I had with you," he says, smiling at the road.

"Aww, Harry. Corny as ever."

"You love it."

I lean over the console and kiss him on the cheek. "I do."

He looks at me quickly, flashing his dimples. I fiddle with the radio until I find a station I like. Harry starts singing when the song "Do They Know It's Christmas Time" comes on and I close my eyes to absorb the sound of his voice. He didn't sing in front of me very often, so when he does I just love it. He stops and I feel his finger brush across my cheek.

"Are you tired, love?"

I open my eyes and turn to look at him. "Not at all. I was just enjoying the show."

"Show?"

"I've changed my mind," I say, taking his hand in mine and resting them on my lap. "I don't want a present for Christmas."

He smirks. "And why not?"

"I want you to sing to me. For like a whole day." He laughs and shakes his head. "Okay, maybe not a whole day, but at least two songs."

"Well I already bought your present, so you're just going to have to deal with it."

"You can return it."

"No I can't."

"I can guarantee that you can."

"Oh, sorry. By can't I meant won't."

"Are you ever going to sing for me?"

"I was just singing, babe. You just need to pay attention."

I roll my eyes and lean my head back against the seat. He looks at me and laughs again. "You think you're so clever, Styles."

"It's a gift." We pull into the parking lot at the ice rink and get out of the car. Harry opens the back of his car to take out a bag with our skates in it. Surprisingly enough all six of us have our own. I start getting a little nervous; I haven't been skating in years and I really don't want to fall on my ass. The rink is outside so we walk to a bench and start putting our skates on. I like my skates tight, otherwise I feel like they're going to fall off and my ankles get all wobbly. I'm clearly struggling because Harry keeps chuckling to himself.

"Is something funny?" I ask him as he finishes tying up his skates.

"Do you need help?"

Yes. "No, I'm not a child." He laughs and kneels in front of me. "Harry, I'm serious. I can do this myself."

"Of course you can, but I'm going to do it for you today." I give up and lean against the wall behind me while he starts to tie them.

"I like them really tight." I say quietly. He looks up at me and smirks while he tugs the laces tighter. When he's done he takes my hands and helps me up. "Are you good at skating?"

"Of course," he says coolly. I roll my eyes.

"Don't let go of my hand, okay? I haven't done this in a while. I don't want to fall over." He bends down and pulls a black scarf out of the bag, which he wraps around my neck. "Isn't this yours?"

"No, I brought it for you." He leans down to kiss me and I can't help but giggle. I don't think a more perfect boy exists. We all walk to the rink and step on it. Eleanor slips a little, but Louis catches her effortlessly. He face goes a little red and I smile at her. Brooke has no problem, of course. Harry steps on before me and I tighten my grip on his hand while I follow him. I don't slip, thankfully, but I'm moving painfully slow. Harry takes my other hand and skates backwards in front of me. I watch my feet while he pulls me around and he lets go of one of my hands and stakes beside me once we've gone in a circle twice. El and Louis are in front of us and Brooke and Niall are nowhere to be found. Eventually they find us and we all skate together.

"Niall, quit it!" Harry yells, swatting his arm. Niall has been pulling on Harry's shirt the whole time, trying to make him fall. Harry hasn't let go of my hand yet, but Niall smacks him in the back of the head and takes off. Harry lets go of me and speeds after him. Brooke slides up beside me and we laugh at they're chase.

We skate for a while and then decide to get some hot chocolate at the stand near the bench where our stuff is. Harry takes off his skates first and says he'll get it for everyone. I attempt to remove my own skates, but Harry tied them extremely tight and my fingers are numb, so untying them proves difficult. He comes back over with everyone's drinks and passes them out before setting his own down and handing me a cup. He kneels in front of me again and unties my skates for me while I warm my hands. When he's done he puts my boots back on my feet as well.

"Thanks, babe."

"No problem," he says, standing and leaning forwards. He kisses me softly and puts our skates in the back of the car. We sit at the back of Brooke's car, just like at school, while we drink our hot chocolate and try to warm up a little. I stand between Harry's legs and lean back against him. His hand rests on the side of my leg. After a while we decide to leave for dinner.

We go to The Old Red Lion and we're seated near the back, which I don't mind since it's more private. We laugh the whole time; I realize how lucky I am to have such amazing friends. Harry sits to my right, keeping his left hand on my leg almost the whole night.

"I think we should just get together on the 23rd. That works for everyone doesn't it?" Brooke is in major planning mode and apparently leaving this to the last minute isn't very okay with her. Everyone nods and she claps her hands. "Then it's settled! Whose house should we do it at?"

"We can go to mine," I say, as the waitress takes my plate away. She takes extra care in taking Harry's things from in front of him. She has been flirting shamelessly the whole night.

"Is there anything else I can get you?" she asks, directing the question to Harry. Isn't she serving all of us?

"No, we're fine," I say sharply, glaring at her. She doesn't even look at me, just gives Harry one last glance before walking back to the kitchen.

"Easy, Lana. Play nice," Louis says, talking to me like I'm a little kid. I stick my tongue out at him and everyone laughs.

"What! You guys, she is not even trying to hide it."

"Hide what?" Harry asks. I look at him and his eyebrows are scrunched together. "What are you talking about?"

He really does look confused. "Are you serious?" He stares at me blankly. "Harry, the waitress has been flirting with you this entire time."

"No she hasn't."

"Yes she has, mate," Niall says, clamping a hand on Harry's shoulder. "She wants you." Harry punches Niall lightly in the ribs and looks back at me.

"I really didn't notice, Lana."

"Sure you didn't. It's fine, I could take her." Everyone bursts out laughing. "What! I'm serious! I'm tough, you guys." Harry rubs my leg.

"Whatever you say, love. Do you want desert?"

"No, I'm stuffed." Harry nods and gets up from the table. I watch in confusion as he goes to the front desk where our waitress is standing. What is he doing? She clearly flirts the entire time, but I don't even think he looks at her once. He comes back and sits down.

"Alright, let's get out of here," Brooke says, taking her coat from the back of her chair and standing up. I do the same.

"We have to pay first, crazy girl," Niall says, looking around for the waitress.

"Don't worry about it," Harry says, holding my coat up for me. I slide my arms into the sleeves and turn to face him. He puts his coat on as well.

"Did you just pay for everyone?" I ask while I do up my coat.

"Harry, you shouldn't have done that!" Louis says, taking out his wallet. "How much?"

"Seriously, mate, don't worry about it. Think of it as my Christmas present."

"Fine. Thanks, Harry," he says, putting his coat on. "Wait, you did get me present, though, right?" We all laugh and walk out of the restaurant, heading to our separate vehicles after we all say goodnight.

"I'm so full," I groan, as Harry drives home. He chuckles. "It was really nice of you to pay for everyone, Harry." He smiles and we drive home in silence. He pulls into his driveway; Anne and Robin must be gone still. Their car is gone. We walk inside and I flop onto the couch.

"I think you're going to have to roll me back to my house."

He laughs and lifts up my legs so he can sit down. "Then you should probably just sleep here."

"Your mother is not going to go for that, Harry."

"You might be surprised." I narrow my eyes at him.

"What does that mean?" He shrugs and slouches down into the couch more. My eyes go wide suddenly. "Harry, please tell me you didn't tell your mother we had sex."

"I didn't, I promise," he says, putting his hands up.

"Okay, good."

"But she may have figured it out."

I sit up and smack his arm. "What! How did she do that?"

"Why do you always hit me!"

"Because you deserve it. Now please explain to me how your mother knows about our activities."

He laughs at my choice of words. "We haven't exactly been subtle, Lana. I didn't really try to hide it from her."

"Well maybe you should have!"

"Why? What's the big deal?" I groan and lay back down on my back and cover my face with my hands. "Babe, don't worry about it. She's not stupid, she knows it was going to happen sooner or later."

"How? Maybe I was one of those save it for marriage people."

"Maybe. But she knows I'm not, and I can be very persuasive."

"That just sounds really creepy."

He laughs and squeezes between me and and back of the couch, laying on his side. "She won't go all warden on me. She'll probably even let me sleep at your house as long as I tell her where I am."

"That's not awkward at all."

"You're right, it isn't." He lays his head on the pillow beside mine and wraps his right arm tightly around my waist. He rubs his nose gently against my cheek. "Don't worry about it. She won't say anything to you. Most likely." He chuckles against my skin. "Did you have fin tonight?"

I turn on my side and shuffle down on the couch so I can nuzzle my nose against his neck. "It was great. Perfect start to the holidays."

"I couldn't agree more."

Harry's POV

"Aren't they adorable?"

"They really are. Who would have thought little Harry would actually get himself a girlfriend."

Gemma? My eyes flutter open slowly and adjust to the light my mother must have just turned on.

"She's pretty, too."

I make out two shapes standing over me.

"Was I asleep?" I ask groggily.

"Good job, Harry." I knew that sarcasm anywhere.

"Shush, Gem. Your annoying voice is sure to wake Lana."

I feel her punch my arm and I smile and look up, my eyes finally letting me see her face. I don't move too much, since both my arms are currently wrapped around Lana and she's still sleeping.

"Nice to see you too, little brother."

"I thought you were coming on Sunday."

"Robin and I drove to get her as a surprise," my mum whispers.

"You drove all the way to Bradford? What time is it?"

"Almost midnight. You should get her to bed. She can just stay here tonight."

"Gem will be in the spare room."

"She can sleep in yours."

"I really don't want to sleep on this couch, mum."

"Goodness gracious, Harry, you are so thick sometimes. You can both sleep in your room." She raises her voice louder than a whisper this time and I feel Lana stir in my arms.

"Look at you being all domestic, Harry," Gemma teases. "It's adorable." I laugh and shake my head.

"Goodnight, Gemma. Mum." They both head upstairs and I slowly try and get off the couch so I don't wake Lana. My attempt fails and she opens her eyes while I'm hovering over her.

"Where are you going?" she asks quietly. I climb over her and stand up.

"We're going upstairs." I lean down and pick her up gently and she wraps her arms around my neck.

"I can go home," she says, closing her eyes. I chuckle and walk up the stairs.

"Do you want something to sleep in?" I ask, as I set her down on my bed. She mumbles something I can't quite hear, so I just get a pair of my boxers and a tshirt for her. I walk over to the bed beside her and unzip her jeans before sliding them off and replacing them with my boxers. "Lana," I whisper. "Come on, sit up. I just want to change your shirt." She groans and sits up slowly and takes her shirt off. I slide mine over her head and laugh as she struggles to get her arms through the sleeves. She lays back down and I pull the covers from under her body and put them over her. I take my shirt and jeans off and slide under the covers beside her. She's facing away from me, so I put my arm around her and pull her against my chest. This could be awkward in the morning...Lana probably won't be very happy about this when she wakes up. Oh well.

- - - - - - -

I wake up and turn over, reaching out to find Lana and pull her close to me. When my hand doesn't find her, I open my eyes. The bed is empty. Where is she? I sit up and I'm about to get up when my bathroom door swings open. Lana walks out and puts her hands on her hips when she looks at me.

"Harry Styles, what were you thinking?"

"Come back here," I say, patting the bed beside me. She shifts her weight and stays where she is. "What?"

"Why did you let me sleep here! It's saturday, your parents are probably both home. This is weird."

"It isn't weird. We didn't even do anything last night."

"They don't know that!"

"Babe, trust me, if we did something they would have heard it." Her face goes a little read and I laugh. "You're kind of loud in bed, did you know that?"

She runs and jumps over me, landing face down on the bed beside me. I laugh and lay down.

"Let's get some breakfast," I say, rubbing her back. She turns her face towards me.

"Are you sure the won't care?"

"I promise. They won't make any comments."

"Okay." We get up and she takes one of my sweaters off the hook while I put some track pants on. As we walk downstairs I remember Gemma came home last night. While I could almost guarantee my mum and Robin wouldn't say anything, the same couldn't be said for my sister.

I lead her down the stairs and turn when I'm a few steps from the bottom. "Just so you know, my sister came home last night." Her eyes go wide and I dash into the kitchen before she can say anything.

This should be fun

Notes

this chapter just took forever to write it feels like.
so im trying to keep up with all the details of the story (timeline, what clothes theyve already worn and stuff like that) but i might mess up on some of it :P ill do my best.

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