Harry's POV

"Harry."

"Go away, Gemma."

She shakes my shoulder and I groan. "Harry, you need to wake up."

"Why?" I open my eyes and turn my head to look at my sister. Lana is laying next to me with her back against my chest, my arm draped around her waist. She's still asleep.

"Just come on."

"What time is it?"

"Almost 8."

"What is with you girls and waking me up at such an ungodly hour. Let me sleep."

"No, Harry. Get up."

She walks out and I sigh. What is so important that she wakes me up on my first day of vacation. I kiss the back on Lana's head lightly and slowly crawl out of bed so I don't wake her up. I follow Gemma into the hallway and close the door quietly.

"What's going on?"

"You need to come downstairs."

"Gemma, stop being so cryptic and just tell me what this is about. I want to sleep."

"Lana's mother is at the door."

"What?" I push past her and run down the stairs.

"Mum is outside talking to her, but she's demanding to see Lana."

"For shit's sake." I swing the front door open and see my mum facing the street. Lana's mother is pacing in front of the porch.

"Who do you people think you are? She is my daughter. I have the right to see her."

"She's still in bed. Maybe if you call her later-"

"No! I want to see her. Right now."

I walk out and stand slightly in front of my mother. "Don't talk to my mother that way. This is her house, don't disrespect her."

"Dear lord, what do you want?" She asks, throwing her hands up. "I don't want to talk to you, I want to talk to Langley."

"You can't"

"Like hell I can't."

"She's asleep. Now you need to leave before I call the police."

She laughs and puts her hands on her hips. "I haven't done anything wrong."

"You're on private property, and you've been asked to leave. Now I suggest you do just that before you get arrested." I stare at her calmly and she shakes her head in frustration.

"When she wakes up, tell her I need to talk to her."

I don't respond. I just cross my arms and wait for her to leave. After a minute she turns and walks back to her house.

"I do not remember her being that unpleasant," my mum says, putting a hand on my shoulder.

"Apparently it was an act." I run my hands through my hair. How am I going to handle this? First there's this thing with Zayn, now this?

"She'll be fine, Harry," my mum says, clearly seeing how worried I am. "We'll figure this out. God back to sleep, love, you have the day off."

"I know. That monster of a sister woke me up." She laughs and I smile at her before going back inside and upstairs. I shiver as I walk up to my room; I'm shirtless and its bloody freezing outside. I open and close the bedroom door quietly and crawl back under the covers, putting my arm around Lana gently and pulling her against my chest. I close my eyes and try to clear my mind so I can fall back asleep.

Yea, there's no way in hell that's happening.

Niall hasn't told me any more about Zayn. I don't know if that's a good thing or not. With my luck it probably isn't. He cannot hurt Lana. That can't happen. I don't care what I have to do, he won't use her to get to me. And what about her mother? How am I supposed to deal with that? I can't watch Lana get hurt again, not like before. It killed me. She doesn't deserve to be treated like that. But I can't keep her from her own mother, can I? That's not my place. Maybe I should talk to her dad.

Fuck.

"What?" Shit. Apparently I swore out loud. Lana turns onto her other side so she can face me. I brush the hair away from her eyes. "Is something wrong?"

I shake my head and give her a small smile. Probably not very convincing, but she drops it anyway. "Do you want to shower?"

"Harry we're not having sex right now."

"Why do you assume that's what I meant?"

"Isn't it?"

"No!"

"Oh." She smiles innocently at me. "Sorry."

"Although..." She rolls her eyes. I laugh and slide my hand down her arm, lacing our fingers together under the covers. "I'm just kidding. But, my family will probably leave soon."

"Well then we'll just cross that bridge when we get to it."

"Did you sleep okay?"

"Yea. What time is it?"

"I don't know, 8:30 maybe?"

"What? Why are we even awake right now?"

"I couldn't tell you." Actually, I could. Your psycho mother tried to get in my house.

"Why did I wake up to you swearing?"

"Hmm? Oh. I just remembered that I forgot to hand in an assignment before the holidays." Why do I keep lying?

"Oh shit, is it going to effect your grades?"

"No, it's not a big deal."

She looks back and forth between my eyes. "Okay." She looks down and runs her fingers along the sparrows tattooed on my chest. "Do you have any plans for today?"

"We have that thing tonight with everyone for Christmas."

"Oh yeah! Oh my gosh, you should have heard my conversation with El yesterday."

She lays on her back and I prop my head up to look down at her. "After you guys went to your house?"

"Yeah, while I was getting ready for the party. Did you know they haven't slept together yet?"

"Who?"

"El and Louis!"

"Oh. No...and I don't think she would appreciate you telling me that," I say, smirking at her.

"No, girls understand that boyfriends have access to confidential information. Anyway, so we talked about all that, like why they haven't and whatever, and by the way Louis needs to tell her about his history because she's kind of freaking out going all crazy 'cuz she thinks-'

"Woah, okay, slow down," I say, covering her mouth with my hand. She scrunches her eyebrows together and I remove it. "It's too early for you to talk that fast. I got maybe ten percent of that."

"Well, wake up, Harry! Try to keep up, okay?" she says sarcastically. I nod and try not to laugh as she continues. "So basically we talked about why they haven't done it yet and then she started asking about you and me."

"What do you mean?"

"Like about our first time and stuff. Anyway-"

"Wait, wait. You didn't tell her, did you?"

She looks up at me and smiles a little. "No?"

"Lana!"

"What! Is that bad?"

"Well it's kind of personal, don't you think?"

"Harry, girls talk about these things. Anyway it's too late now."

"So Eleanor knows details about our sex life?"

"Ew you make us sound so old when you say it like that."

"Okay. For future reference, I would prefer if you didn't tell them that kind of stuff."

"Harry, what is the big deal? They're my best friends, we've always talked about this kind of thing. Anyway, the point is she now knows that we did it in her house."

I start laughing. Ah yes, the quickie in El's bathroom. "Is that all you told her?"

"No, but you clearly don't want to hear everything."

"Fair enough. What did she say?"

"Oh she was not impressed."

"I believe it," I roll on top of her and kiss her, then pull back. "Wait, which time did you tell her about?"

"Just the one this week. She was so rattled. I couldn't tell her about the first time she would have freaked out. But we can't do that anymore, okay?"

"You say that like its my fault, love. If I remember correctly, you are the one that dragged me in there the first time."

"You didn't exactly protest, Harry."

"No, because I know how hard it would be for you if I did." She rolls her eyes. "So just try to control yourself, alright, babe?"

She laughs and pulls my face down to hers. I slide my hand under her tshirt as the door swings open.

"Shit, sorry."

"Gemma!" I roll off Lana and sit up. Gem looks so uncomfortable. It's kind of funny. I laugh and run a hand through my hair. "Can we help you with something?"

"No. I mean yes. I mean-"

"Gem, are you 12? Pull yourself together." She walks over and flicks my nose. "What do you need?"

"Mum and I are going to do some grocery shopping. She's wondering if you guys need anything. Or if you want to come, but I assume you'd rather stay here."

I look back a Lana. She shakes her head. "No, we don't need anything. Is Robin going too?"

"No, he had to go in to work. He won't be back 'til later. I'll text you when we're on our way back to give you some warning."

I chuckle and I hear Lana groan a little behind me. Gemma laughs and waves at us before going out and shutting the door.

"I really cannot catch a break with your family."

I shrug and turn around to hover over her on my hands and knees. I hear the front door open and close. "Sounds like they're gone. How about that shower?"

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Lana's POV

"I can't wear any of this."

"What's the problem?"

"Harry, none of this goes together. Did you pay attention at all when you were getting clothes for me?"

"Not really, no."

I laugh and stuff all of my things back into my bag. "I'm going to need to go home, then."

"Is that a good idea?" He throws his shirt over his head and shakes out his hair. He's wearing his classic white tshirt with black skinny jeans. So creative.

"I'm kind of hoping my parents are gone. That would be ideal."

"It would. Do you want me to come with you."

I smile and huge him. "That's sweet. But I have to deal with this some time or another."

"Okay. I'll be here if you need me."

"I know." I release him and take the bag off the bed. "Can I just get the dress later? I don't feel like carrying it."

He laughs and nods. "Alright. Lazy."

I stick my tongue out at him and walk out. "I'll text you!" I shout as I walk down the stairs. I make my way over to the house. Both of my parents' cars are in the driveway. AWesome. I open the door quietly and look around. They don't seem to be-

"Langley Anne Forester!" Sheesh my mother's voice is shrill. "You have some explaining to do, young lady."

"For what?"

"You don't just go have sleepovers with your boyfriend whenever you please."

"Dad told me I could."

"Like hell he did."

I narrow my eyes at her. What is her problem? "Actually, he did mother. So I wouldn't have to see you."

"I don't care what he said, it was inappropriate. You're grounded." She folds her arms and I stare at her for a minute, then laugh.

"You're joking, right? What makes you think you can just waltz in and out of my life whenever you please?"

"I'm your mother, I can do whatever I want."

"Oh, please, mom. Even before you left we both know you didn't act like my mother. You've always cared more about yourself than about me."

"Lana?" I see my dad come down the stairs. "What are you doing here?"

"I live here, dad." He gives me a 'really' look and I sigh. "I came to get dressed. Then I'm going back to Harry's and we're going-" Shit. I forgot I told everyone we could do Christmas at my house. "We have a Christmas thing with our friends."

"You are not leaving this house, and you are not seeing that boy anymore." I turn my face to my mother. She looks serious.

"Is that a joke?" I look at my dad, who is also staring at her, confused.

"He's bad for you."

"You don't even know him! Who are you to tell me who I can and cannot see? Regardless of how horrible you've been to me, I'm 18 so you have no control over my life."

"As long as you are living in my house I do."

"You aren't even living here!" I shout. "You left! Moved back to California! And you know what? You should just go back there, because you have no place left in my life." I storm past her and my father to go up to my room. My mum calls my name and I turn to see my dad gripping her arm.

"Allison. Don't." He warns. She tears out of his grip. How is she the one that's pissed here? She's the one that left us! I run up to my room and slam the door shut behind me. Did she honestly just try to tell me that I can't see Harry anymore? She doesn't know the first thing about him. Or me, for that matter. I get dressed and fix my hair a little. I did the best I could with the small amount of things Harry had brought me: a brush. I throw on some mascara and get my bag and shoes so I can go back to Harry's as soon as possible. I'm about to go out the door when my dad suddenly swings it open.

"Shit! Dad, you scared me!"

"Sorry. Can we talk for a minute?"

"Sure." I walk and sit on the edge of my bed, he sits beside me.

"I need to know what you want to do about your mother."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean I think she's going to try to stay here for a while, if not permanently. Is that something you want?"

"Hold on, I thought you two were getting a divorce?"

"We are. But if you want to live with your mom, then she can stay here and I'll-"

"No! Dad, no, I want you to stay here, not her. I don't want to be anywhere near her. If she's going to stay in Holmes Chapel, fine, but I do not want to live with her." He nods and stays quiet for a minute. "What?"

"I know you're upset with her, Lan and I get it. I do. I just don't want you to regret cutting her out of your life."

I sigh. "I know. I don't know what I'm going to do about this yet, but I'm not ready to deal with it."

"I understand that. I'll get her to go stay in a hotel."

"Is she going to be here tomorrow night?"

"For presents? No, I don't think so."

"Okay. It's still okay if Harry comes, right?"

"Of course. Have fun with your friends." He gets up and walks to the door. I hear some yelling coming from downstairs, and the door open and close. I walk to the window to see my mom angrily getting in her car and speeding off, squealing the tires against the pavement. I go downstairs and wave to my dad as I go back across the street to Harry's. He opens the front door as I step onto the porch.

"Everything okay?"

I laugh and kiss him. "Yes."

He smiles and pulls me inside. "Good."

"Harry I need a favour."

"Anything, love."

"I told everyone that we could meet at my house tonight, but I don't know if my mom will try to show up and-"

"We can do it here," he says, cutting me off and pulling me into a hug.

"Thank you. Ill text Brooke and El." I pull out my phone and send them each a message while I walk over and lay down on the couch. "Have you wrapped your presents yet?" I call to Harry, who disappeared into the kitchen.

"No, not yet."

"Well you should probably do that. Do you want me to help you?"

He comes back in with two mugs and I sit up so he can sit beside me. "No, I'm a big boy. I can handle it."

"I'm sure you can. I was just offering." I take a sip and snuggle up next to him, resting my head against his arm and putting my body slightly behind his. "It's really cold out today."

"Well, maybe you should wear warmer clothes."

"What do you mean!"

"Babe, I can see your stomach. Not that I'm complaining."

I laugh and take another sip. "My dad said my mom might be sticking around for a while."

"Really?"

"Yep. Not in the house, though. I'm not ready for that and they're still getting divorced."

"What about Christmas?"

"She won't be there tomorrow night, thank goodness. I don't know about wednesday, though. I probably should see her and have some sort of civil conversation where we don't yell."

"On Christmas?"

"I don't know." I sigh and he wraps his arm around me. "I don't know how to handle this situation."

"It's not easy, that's for sure. But you'll make the right choice. And I'll be here either way."

I lean up and kiss his cheek. "You are way too good to me."

"You deserve it."

Notes

yaaay christmas.
i hate her mother...just saying....


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