Harry's POV

"What are you doing?"

"What?"

"That is the most disgusting sandwich I've ever seen. I'm making my own." I go into the fridge and take out things that normal people would put on a sandwich while Louis finishes his....creation and takes a bite. Something drips from it. So gross.

"What did you get Eleanor?"

"A necklace. What'd you get Lan?"

"A charm bracelet." I had gotten it specially made; there were different charms on it that all represented different things that had happened to us. I got a pair of skates when we planned our outing yesterday, there's a dvd disc (which she'll probably assume is Love Actually), boxer shorts, a bunch of grapes, and a martini glass. I plan on continuing to give her charms for birthdays, anniversaries, etc.

"That's nice."

I nod and make my food. We watch a football game. At around 8:00 theres a nock on the door. Louis goes to answer it and I start walking to the kitchen with our plates as he does.

"Hey, Lou," I stop and look at the door. Josh. He glares at me.

"What's up, Josh?"

"You too?" Is he drunk?

"Have you been drinking, mate?" Lou asks, stepping onto the porch. I stand in the doorway behind him.

"Not really." Yes. "What is it with this kid?"

"Do you have a problem?" I ask calmly.

"Yes, I do. You come here and think you can just take whatever you want! You stole my whole life! My friend, my girlfriend, all of it!"

"I didn't steal anything from you."

"Fuck you," he spits, pointing a finger at me.

"Josh, go home. Sober up," Lou says. "I'll call you a cab."

"What is so fucking great about this guy, Louis? Why do you all love him so much?"

"He's not an ass, Josh. You kind of turned into a dick. And I really lost a lot of respect for you after I found out about all the shit you did behind Lana's back. I have no interest in being friends with someone like that."

"Lana deserves better than him." He yells, yanking his arm from Louis' grasp.

"No, she deserved better than you!"

"I love her. He just wants to get in her pants." My hands ball into fists. Who does this kid think he is?

"And you got in everyone else's." I shout back. He turns and charges at me, but Louis holds him back.

"I'll get her back, Styles. She's mine."

"I think it's time for you to leave." I walk out and look to my right. What the hell?

"Liam?"

He nods at me and turns back to Josh. Niall is beside him. "You heard me," he says to Josh. "Leave."

Josh looks at both of them and back to me. To my surprise he turns and stumbles down the street away from Louis' house. I turn back to Niall and Liam.

"What is happening right now?" I ask Niall.

"Liam just came to tell me Zayn needs to see me. I was on my way here when he called me, so I asked him to meet me so we could talk."

"What does Zayn want?"

"Don't worry about it, Haz," Liam says. I narrow my eyes at him.

"You don't tell me what to do, Liam. Never have, never will. Now what does Zayn want."

They look at each other and Niall walks over to me. "Don't freak out, okay? I already told him I won't do it."

"Do what? What are you talking about?"

He sighs and turns to look at Liam, who shakes his head. He looks back at me and then at the ground. "Zayn wants information."

"About what?" He doesn't answer or look at me. "Damn it, Niall, just tell me."

He looks back at me after a minute. "Lana."

I look back and forth between Niall and Liam. I storm up to Liam. "What the fuck is he talking about? What does Zayn want to know about Lana?"

"He didn't say."

"Don't fucking lie to me Liam."

"I'm not."

I stare at him for a minute before pacing in front of him. What would Zayn want with Lana? I thought he was done with me. That's what he said. I guess I was stupid to believe he would let me off the hook that easy.

"Relax, Harry. He probably isn't going to do anything. He probably just wants to have some information so that if he needs to get you to do something for him he has some leverage."

"That's supposed to make me feel better?" I spit at Niall. He shrugs. I look at Liam. "What is he going to do if Niall doesn't get him what he wants?"

"Probably make him come back to Bradford."

"You need to convince him that this is a bad idea. Tell him he can't hurt her," I plead. I can't let Lana be dragged into this. This isn't her problem.

"I tried, Harry."

"Try harder!"

"You know as well as I do how stubborn Zayn is. He made up his mind. If he doesn't get the information from Niall he'll get it another way."

"Harry, what will he do to Lana?" Louis asks. I look back at him. I can see he's worried.

"I don't know." It could be really bad, but I don't tell him that.

"What does he all want to know?" I ask Liam.

"Her phone number, address, school, stuff like that."

"He doesn't need Niall to get that kind of stuff."

"No, but he does need to show that he has control," Liam explains, telling me what I already know. "Look, Harry, I might be able to buy you some time to figure this out, but I can't promise anything. He's not very eager for this right now, but eventually he'll find some dirty work for you to do and use her to force you to do it."

"You can't let that happen."

"I can't control him, you know that."

"This is seriously fucked up," Louis says. I bury my face in my hands. What am I supposed to do?

"Give me your phone." I hold my hand out to Liam and put my number in it. "This is my new cell number. You need to text me whenever something about this comes up. I need to know as much as possible about whatever he's planning."

"I'll do my best," Liam says, taking his phone back. I nod and he turns and goes back to his car. I follow Niall and Louis inside.

"What are you going to do?" Louis asks while I pace behind the couch in the living room.

"I don't know. You guys can't say anything to Lana about this."

They look at each other. "You aren't going to tell her?" Niall asks.

"Of course not. I don't want to scare her."

"She needs to know, Harry."

"Why? She'll just freak out. I can protect her from Zayn. I don't want her to be afraid to be alone in her own house." I remember that she probably is right now, and I take out my phone and dial her number.

"What happens if she finds out you hid this from her?"

"She won't, because you guys aren't going to say anything." Lana picks up. "Babe? Where are you?"

"Hey, Harry. I'm at home, why?"

"Is your dad there?"

"No, he just called and said he'd be home around eleven. What's going on?"

"Nothing. I'm coming over."

"Aren't you with Louis?"

"I'm just about to leave."

She sighs into the phone. "You don't need to come here, Harry. I'm fine by myself. I'm used to it."

"I'll be there in fifteen minutes." I hang up before she can protest again.

"What are you going to do, Harry? Just guard her like she's a child until this blows over? She's not stupid, she'll figure out somethings going on with you," Lou says as I put my coat on.

"I don't know yet. I need to figure this out. Niall, call me if anyone from home talks to you again." He nods and I say bye to both of them and get in my car. I speed to Lana's house and sigh in relief when I finally pull into the driveway. I run up to the front door and turn the knob, but it's locked.

I pound on the door. "Lana! It's me! Let me in." After a while she finally opens the door.

"You're going to wake the whole neighbourhood. Woah!" I hug her tightly. I could not let anything happen to her. I love her way too much to lose her. "Are you okay?" She asks, clearly confused.

"Fine." I pull back and turn to shut the door. She eyes me curiously.

"What's going on, Harry? You look nervous."

"Nothing, I'm fine. Do you need help wrapping gifts?"

She stares at me for a minute before answering. "No, I finished already. How was Louis'?

"Fine." Shitty.

"That's three 'fines' in a row. What's the matter?"

I sigh and wrap my arms around her, resting my chin on the top of her head. "Nothing, really. I just need to relax."

"I know just the way to do that," she says, pulling back and leading me up the stairs by my hand.

"Where are we going?"

She smiles at me and leads me into the bathroom. Shower sex? Yea, that'll do it. To my surprise she walks to her giant soaker tub and turns the water on, then takes out some bottles and dumps some stuff into it. Then she takes out a few candles and lights them, setting them on the edge of the bath. She turns and wraps her arms around my torso.

"So, not shower sex?" She laughs and shakes her head.

"We are going to take a bath."

"What about your dad?"

"He's not going to be home for at least two hours, if he comes back at all. We have time." I smile and lean down to kiss her.

- - - - - - -

"Do you like kids?"

I take the luffa from Lana's hand and soak it before running it along her arm. She's laying between my legs with her back against my chest. The water is running again, since it started getting cold. I don't even know how long we've been sitting in this bathtub.

"I do. Why?"

"Just wondering." I smile and lean down so my face is next to hers. She turns to look at me. "What?"

"What are you thinking about?"

She shrugs and I wait for her to explain the question. "I was just thinking about stuff."

"What kind of stuff? Future stuff?" She nods. "Yeah, I think about that, too."

"You do?"

"Of course."

"Do you want to have kids some day?"

I nod and kiss her neck. "I'd like to."

"Me too."

We lay there in silence for a while. Baths weren't really my thing, but I could definitely get used to this. She turns and lays on her stomach so she's facing me. My heart rate starts to speed up.

"I love you," she says, running the back of her fingers along the bottom of my jaw. I smile and put my hand son her back, pulling her up so I can kiss her.

"I love you, too." I kiss her again and I feel her hands travel down my body. I moan as her hands find what I'm hoping they will, and suddenly I hear the front door open and close.

"Shit!" She yells, pushing away from me and jumping out of the tub. I follow and get dressed quickly. She runs to her closet and puts on some track pants and a sweater. I walk out into her room and open the door, then lay down on her bed with my phone. Her dad comes up the stairs.

"Oh, hey Harry. Where's Lana?"

I point to the closet and Lana comes out. "Hey, dad."

"Did you guys eat dinner?"

"Yea, we did. Do you want me to make you something?"

"No, I can manage. How was your day?"

"Good, I hung out with Harry's mom and sister."

"You have a sister?" he asks me. I nod.

"Gemma. She's three years older than me. She still lives in Bradford, it's her first time visiting."

"Oh, okay. Nice. I'll be downstairs if you need me." He goes back down and I start laughing. Lana groans and lays beside me.

'Worst. Luck. Ever."

Notes

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