Lana's POV

"OW!"

"Oh, quit being such a baby."

"Eleanor, I have a sensitive head."

She laughs and continues working on my hair. I wanted an elegant fifties curl kind of look for the Christmas party tonight. We had already done my makeup; my eyes looked bold with a black liner and some fake lashes. I went a little outside my comfort zone with the lipstick. I didn't usually wear red. It's so obvious.

El and I spent the day chilling and looking at magazines while we gushed about our boyfriends. I cannot even express how excited I am that Louis and El are together. Finally. Only took them three years.

"El?"

"Yes my dear." I look at her in the mirror for a minute. She stops and looks at me. "What?"

"Have you...Did you and Louis?"

"What?" She looks genuinely confused. She's so funny.

"You know..." She scrunches her eyebrows and I roll me eyes. "Have you had sex with him?"

"Oh!" Her face goes red and she continues with my hair. "No, not yet."

"Really?" She nods but doesn't look at me. "Why not?" She shrugs. I pull away from her, standing up and leaning against the vanity with my arms crossed. "What's going on?"

"I'm nervous."

"That's okay. I thought a few weeks ago you said it would happen? When your parents were out of town that one time. Didn't he get like candles and rose petals and everything?"

"Yea. He went all out that night. It was amazing. But I just couldn't do it."

"What do you mean you couldn't?"

"No, I could I just freaked out, I guess. It's a big deal and I'm just scared it's not going to live up to my expecations. Or his."

I sigh and put my hands on her arms. "I'm not going to lie to you, El, it probably won't live up to your expectations. At least not your first time. It's awkward and uncomfortable."

"Gee, thanks Lan. That makes me feel so much better."

"But," I continue, "after that it only gets better. What are you so worried about? Louis loves you. He's not going to make it harder for you or make you feel bad or anything."

"It just feels like a lot of pressure."

"Yeah, me and Harry kind of built it up, too. But then it just happened without us planning or thinking about it and it was amazing. Maybe you should do the same. If it feels right, then just let it happen."

"Maybe."

"But obviously don't do anything you don't want to or aren't ready for."

She laughs and rolls her eyes. "I know, mother. Thanks, Lan."

"No problem. Now get back to work." I sit back down and she laughs and continues curling my hair.

"Is it weird?"

"What?"

"I've heard a lot of people say that about your first time..." she says, staring at my head. I laugh and shrug.

"It depends who you're with I guess. The guy needs to understand that it'll be uncomfortable for you. I had to keep reminding Josh of that, so yea, my first time was not the best."

"Do you wish you would have waited until Harry?"

I had thought about that many times. On one hand, it was nice knowing I had experience so I knew what I was doing. Because he obviously did. On the other, I can't help but wish he was my first time. I love him more than I ever thought was possible.

"Sometimes."

"I'm scared it's going to ruin our relationship."

"What? El, that boy loves you. As long as you're both ready, everything will be fine. He's liked you for years, he's not going to sleep with you and leave."

"I know, but what if I'm bad at it! Then he'll never want to do it again and we'll just drift apart and eventually he won't be able to control himself and he'll end up fucking some random slut!"

"Calm down!" I yell, laughing at her dramatics. "That will never happen. You won't be bad at it. It's not like Lou has much experience either."

"How do you know that?" She asks, raising her eyebrows at me. Oops. I probably wasn't supposed to say that.

"I don't. I'm just guessing."

"You're lying."

"El, I can't say anything about this! Louis asked me not to, I've already said too much."

She narrows her eyes at me and gives in. "Fine. You and Harry must just be at it all the time."

"What?"

"Do you notice how much he stares at you? Face, ass, boobs, legs, really anything he can see he stares at. But it's not in like a gawking kind of way. It's so like...tender. Sometimes I'll see him watching you and I feel like Im intruding on some intimate moment. I can only imagine what he's like when you guys are alone."

My thoughts go to this morning. And last night. "You know what's funny, his sister said the same thing to me. In not so many words."

"See? I can't believe you haven't noticed." I roll my eyes and she continues. "So how often do you do it?"

"Eleanor!"

"What! I'm just curious."

"This is weird." She smiles and waits for me to answer. "Not that often."

"Liar."

"I'm not lying!"

"Alright, fine. In the last week how many times?"

"That is such a weird question."

"Just answer it."

"Fine! Okay, in the last week?

"Including Sunday."

I start counting in my head. "I don't know...maybe like eight? Nine?"Her mouth drops open. "What!"

"You little slut," she teases.

"Hey, all those times were with the same person, so it doesn't count."

"How are you guys even home alone that much? Like how do you manage that."

"My dad is gone a lot, you know that. Two of those times weren't at either of our houses, though."

"Oh my goodness! Public places!"

My face goes red as I explain. "Once in his car."

"Ew, I'm never going in there again. What about the other time?"

"Don't get mad, okay?"

"Oh goodness. What did you do."

"Well," I say slowly, "when we were all at your house the other day..."

"What!!! Lana, please tell me you did not have sex in my bed." She holds her hand up and closes her eyes.

"No, of course not! I went to the bathroom and he followed me."

"So what, you just did it on the floor?"

"No...kind of up against the wall." She smacks the back of my head. "Ow!"

"I figured when you both disappeared you were making out somewhere, but I did not think you were just going around doing it anywhere you could be alone!"

"It wasn't my fault. I told Harry it wasn't a good idea, but he's pretty persuasive."

"Ew." I laugh and think about that time in the bathroom. I have to admit, it was pretty good. El narrows her eyes at me. "You're thinking about it now, aren't you?"

"Can we be done talking about this please?"

"I'm going to need to scrub that bathroom, now."

"Are you done with my hair?"

"Almost. What shoes are you wearing?"

"I'll show you when we're done here."

"So how many other times have you two disappeared from the group for some love making."

"You're a freak, you know that? That was the only time."

"I don't believe you."

"That's fine."

"Have you done it today?"

"Holy shit, Eleanor."

"So, that's a yes." She puts the curling iron down. "Alright, I'm done!"

"Finally. It's perfect!" I stand and put some hairspray in it and walk to the closet.

"Lana?" There's a knock on my door and I look out of the closet to see my father in the doorway.

"Hey, dad."

"Oh, good, you're almost ready. We have to leave in a half hour." El comes out of the bathroom and waves at him. "Hi, Eleanor. I'm going to get ready quick. Is Harry coming with us?"

"Yes he is."

"Did you tell him to wear a suit?"

"I did."

"Okay, good. Tell him to come over soon so we can go." He goes to his room to get ready and I get my dress and lay it on the bed. I take out a pair of black Louboutin heels; they're simple and perfect for the dress. Eleanor helps me get it on and zips it up for me. I slide the shoes on and look in the mirror.

"You look gorgeous!" She says, clapping. "I did well if I do say so myself."

"Thanks for helping me," I say, smiling at her. "Harry really did well with this dress, didn't he?"

"He's got good taste. I'm going to get going. Have fun tonight!" She hugs me carefully and I say bye as she walks out of the room. I text Harry and tell him to come over whenever he's ready. I go into the bathroom to touch up my makeup, and there's a knock on the door. I go down to answer it. Harry never knocks. I open it and see Him standing there with his mum and sister. Anne is fixing his tie while Gemma picks at his hair. I laugh quietly.

"Okay, that's enough," he says, stepping away from both of them. Apparently they didn't notice me open the door.

Anne looks at me and her eyes go wide. "Oh, my!" Harry's eyebrows pull together a little in confusion and he follows her gaze to me. His mouth drops open. My face goes a little red and i look at Gemma, who looks at me and smiles, then eyes Harry. She smacks the back of his head.

"Stop gawking, you weirdo." He smirks at her and walks over to me.

"You look..." he shakes his head. "I can't even describe it." He leans down and kisses me. I expect it to be quick, but he doesn't pull away. His tongue traces my bottom lip and I break the kiss. He smirks down at me and I roll my eyes. Anne and Gemma are both trying to hide their smiles.

"You both look absolutely incredible! Okay, stand together," she says, motioning with her hands. I look at Harry and he groans.

"Mum, please don't."

"What! You both look so good, I need to get a picture. I laugh and Harry puts his arm around me. I rest my hand on his stomach and smile at the camera.

"That dress is incredible, Lana," Gemma says.

"Thanks, I picked it out," Harry says proudly. She looks at me doubtfully.

"It's true, he did."

"I'm impressed, little brother. Okay, mum let's go. We've embarrassed him enough."

"Have fun tonight," Anne says, waving and walking across the street. I wave back and close the door. Harry pushes me back against it and kisses me hard. It's difficult, but I push him back.

"Calm yourself, Styles. You're going to ruin my hair and makeup." He takes a tiny step back. "You look very handsome, by the way."

"I know." I roll my eyes. "Seriously, though, you're...breathtaking."

"All in a days work," I say, smiling up at him.

"No, you're always beautiful." He kisses me again, this time softly. "Even in the morning when you're makeup is all over your face."

"Hey!" I smack his arm. I never really thought about that. Whenever Harry stays over I forget to wash my face..

"Ready to go?" my dad says, coming down the stairs. He stops when he sees us. "Wow. Lana, you look very pretty."

"Thanks dad," I say shyly. I'm not used to this side of him. We get into my dad's car and drive to the banquet hall. There's valet parking, so we get out at the front doors and walk inside. I'm grateful for this, because it's really cold outside. There's hors 'derves being passed around and I take one from every plate that passes. I forgot to eat dinner. Harry and I walk around and talk to different people before going to the dance floor. Ever since the first time he came with me people have been dancing a lot more at these events. He pulls me against him and puts his hands on my back while I rest my hands on the back of his neck.

"I think I like it better when you don't wear heels," he says quietly.

"Why's that?"

"I like it when I can rest my head on top of yours."

"Yea, I bet that mop of yours gets pretty heavy to carry around," I tease, playing with his curls.

"Very funny." He leans forward a little, putting his head next to mine. I can feel his breath against my neck; it sends shivers down my spine. His hands slowly make their way down my back over the smooth fabric of my dress. They land on the top of my butt and I reach behind me and move them up a little. He chuckles and pulls back to look at my face.

"Behave," I warn. He smirks and looks down at my body.

"You're making it difficult."

"I'm sorry, who picked this dress out again? So that would be your own fault."

"I guess I didn't think that one through." He kisses me softly and leans his forehead against mine. After a minute he stops our dancing and takes my hands from his neck. "Come with me." He leads me by the hand out of the hall and into the foyer, then down a hall and around a corner. He stops and pins me against the wall, leaning on his hands on either side of my face.

"I don't think we're allowed back here," I say quietly as he leans in closer to me, pressing his body into mine.

"Don't worry about it." He kisses me fiercely and pushes me harder against the wall while I tangle my fingers into his hair. After a few minutes he moves his lips down my jawline and to the right side of my neck where the hair is already pushed back to expose my skin. I bite my lip to keep myself from making any sounds. Suddenly I hear a familiar voice.

It can't be.

I push Harry back so I can try and listen to the yelling coming from the foyer. Harry stares at me, clearly confused. I push him back and walk as quickly as I can in manage in these heels, making my way back along the corridors. I stop short and feel my mouth fall open when I see a familiar face standing and screaming at the doorman.

"How the hell isn't my name on that list? I'm Stanley Forester's wife for goodness sake!" I hear Harry come up behind me as the woman takes note of my presence. She smiles at me.

"It's so good to see you, sweetheart."

"Holy fuck," I hear Harry whisper beside me. Apparently he's as shocked as I am.

"Mom?"

Notes

just so you know, he isn't wearing the corsage thing. I just like the suit.
also...i have a question for you guys. is this story too long?!?! i didn't really realize until i started this chapter...like wow. let me know if you think i should wrap it up somehow or if you want me to keep it going. please tell me what you think about this! i only want to keep writing if people will still read it, so please let me know:)