I feel Harry give my hand a light squeeze. I guess he sensed my wariness. I'd been to loads of parties before, but this one felt like it was going to be different. As we walked through the front door, I was suddenly very aware of Harry's hand around mine. El and Brooke walk in before us, screaming and saying hi to people. I stop in the entrance way, very unsure of myself.

"Lana? Hey, are you okay?" Harry asks, looking at me very tenderly. I look at him , give him a weak smile, and nod.

I then saw Louis run in and hug El, lifting her up off the ground and swinging her off the ground. If Louis already saw us...Josh can't be far behind.

"Yea, I just...I just need a drink. Let's go to the kitchen." I lead him into the house, bringing him into the kitchen. I was far too familiar with this house and it was the first time I'd been here since breaking up with Josh. It felt very weird. We finally got to the kitchen, where it was less crowded. I got two cans of pepsi from the fridge and put them on the counter, opening one while Harry pulled a bottle out of his bag and poured the dark liquid into each cup. I followed, mixing it with the pepsi. I quickly took my cup and downed about half of it. I looked at Harry to find him smirking at me, clearly surprised by my actions.

"Easy there, Forester. Don't want you passing out before this gets fun."

I just laugh and nudge him with my elbow, leaning against the counter next to him. He puts his own cup to his mouth and downs the entire thing. I just watch and raise my eyebrow at him as he finishes. He chuckles.

"What? You're the only one that's allowed to have fun?" He turns to pour himself another drink, finishing that one as well.

"Wow, Styles, I'm impressed. But you do know that if you don't drink it all right now it's not going to disappear, right?"

"I'm just trying to get caught up. I wasn't invited to the before party." He winks at me.

I giggle and finish my drink, handing him my cup for another. He raises an eyebrow at me, but doesn't say anything as he mixes drinks.

"Lana! You came!" Josh says, lifting me up and hugging me. He puts me back down and I take a step back and lean against the counter again. Yea, I'm definitely getting drunk. I smile lightly at Josh and look over at Harry. He is now standing straight up, his jaw is tight, and his hands clenched into fists.

Josh looks over at him now, and stops smiling. He looks at me, and back at Harry. "Lana, did you come with him?" he asks, still staring at Harry. They're about the same size, and I can feel the tension between them. I wasn't sure what to say. Harry and I arrived together, but he wasn't my date. I knew Josh, and I knew the drunk Josh. He wouldn't hear that. He would only see Harry standing next to me.

"Josh, it's not like that. Look we just-"

"You don't need to explain yourself to him, Lana," Harry says, taking a step and putting himself slightly in front of me. What was happening right now? "Are you and Lana in a relationship?" He asks, talking to Josh. He doesn't move or smile.

"No. I guess we aren't," Josh says quietly through his teeth.

"Then I guess it's none of your business if we came together or not. Now if you'll excuse us, we are going to go find Brooke and El." Harry turns around, hands me my drink and pulls me into the living room by my hand. I stumble a little, not realizing how much the drinks have effected me. then I remember we didn't eat dinner. That probably wasn't a good idea.

"Harry," I say, pulling him so he turns to face me, "What the fuck was that? Have you guys met? Why was he being so mad?" I notice my words slurring a little. I try not to giggle as Harry chuckles and tucks some hair behind my ear.

"He may have told me to stay away from you. Don't worry, though, love. He doesn't frighten me," he says strongly.

I'm confused at this point. Josh told him to stay away? Why? Josh must realize by now that we're done. I don't love him anymore. Harry turns again and starts to walk but I don't move, so he turns around.

"Harry," I whisper into his hear.

"Yes, love?"

I look into his eyes. "I don't love Josh. That's not why I came here."

He smiled and I reached up to touch the dimples in his cheeks. He was so adorable!

"I know, Lana." With that he grabbed the hand that was touching his face and pulled me through the room, finding Brooke. She saw us, and our hands, and giggled, running up to me. She through her arms around my neck and I hugged her back with one hand, not letting the other one leave Harry's.

She suddenly pulls back. "You wouldn't guess who is upstairs in Josh's sister's room making out!" She squeals.

I look at her confused, then realize what she's talking about. "EL AND LOUIS!!" I yell, getting really excited. She nods her head quickly.

"After about ten minutes of them flirting shamelessly and him not making a move, I just pushed her toward him and dared them to kiss. He look at her, shrugged, and gave it to her. It was so cute! She turned beat red, and he brought her upstairs. I'm basically cupid," she said, flopping back down on the couch.

I laughed and thought about how happy El would be in the morning. I looked around to see what people were doing. In this room was beer pong, and in the one across the hall there was dancing. It was supposed to be the dining room. I wave to Brooke and pull Harry towards the dance area. I spin around to look at him and realize we're closer than I'd thought. I stop, holding my breath.

"Yes?" He said, eyes flickering between my eyes and lips.

"Umm..I don't remember."

He smirks at me. "I believe you were pulling me towards there," he says, pointing to the dance floor. I turn around to see where he's pointing I giggle, drink the rest of my drink and put the cup down. "I believe I was," I say, walking backwards so I could look at him. I, of course, stumble in my drunkenness. Despite the alcohol he's consumed, he's still quick enough to catch me. We laugh and he just shakes his head, guiding me to the dance floor.

We go into the crowd of sweaty, swaying bodies and I turn and grab his hands, putting them around my waist. He pulls me tight to him and we start moving to the music, our bodies moving perfectly in sync. We are very close, and I can feel his toned chest and abs against my back. Shit, this boy was fit. I feel one of his hands leave my waist. He raises it to push his hair back, away from his face. Then he gently nuzzles his head into my neck, putting his hand back on my waist. His hands explore my stomach and hips, and eventually move down to my bare thighs. It was the warmest room in the house, but i can feel goosebumps raise wherever he touches me. I try and move tighter into him, wanting to be as close to him as possible. He feels this, and suddenly spins me around to face him. I get dizzy from the motion, but he holds me in place. We continue grinding as I put my arms up around his neck. His hands travel up and down my back, grazing the top of my ass.

"You're an amazing dancer," He whispers in my ear. It sends shivers down my spine. I look up at him, feeling the urge to kiss him. As I do, Josh catches my eye. He's standing in the doorway, watching me and Harry.

I slowly stop moving and pull away a little. Harry looked at me, confused. "I just need some air," I say, and he nods and pulls me out of the room by my hand, walking right past Josh. I don't look at him, but I can feel his eyes on me. Harry gets his bag from the kitchen as well as two cups and some more pepsi before pulling us both out the door and into the back yard. I take a deep breath of the fresh air and run to the grass. I hear Harry yell my name but I run farther into the darkness and finally decide to stop and lay down. I hear footsteps behind me, and the deep chuckle of the boy they belong to.

"You really are a lightweight, you know that?" He sits down next to me and puts his bag down beside him. I continue laying on the ground, looking up at the sky.

"Can I have more?" I say, looking at him my signature puppy eyes face.

His eyes widen when he looks at me, then he smiles and taps my nose. "Now look who's being cute." He turns and makes me another drink and one for himself. I sit up when he hands it to me and take a sip.

"Harry, is there even any rum in this?" I ask, tasting the drink again.

"Now is that really a good idea?" He says, adding some rum to his own cup. "Besides, you are way ahead of me. It's only fair to let me catch up." He takes a sip of his own drink and I just continue to stare at him, eyes begging.

"Harry."

"Mmm?"

"Look at me."

"Nope."

"Please?"

"I know you're doing the eyes."

"Harry!"

He rolls his eyes and turns slightly, looking at me out of the corner of his eye. I quickly cross my eyes, making a goofy face. He looks over at me fully and starts laughing, laying down in the grass. I put my cup down and throw one of my legs on the other side of him, straddling him. Before he could protest, I take his cup and drink about half before putting it down out of his reach. I then proceed to take his wrists and pin his arms to the ground. His eyes suddenly go wide.

"Langley."

"Yes, love?" I say, imitating his accent and pet name.

"What do you think you are doing?"

I giggle. "This is payback," I say, shrugging. He raises an eyebrow and contemplates this. Then he smiles at me.

"I dare you. I don't think you'll like how this turns out for you."

I sit back, releasing his arms, pretending to contemplate. He didn't try to struggle or get out from underneath me. He just watches me and props himself up on his elbows. I look at him and smile.

"I'll take my chances," I say, and begin tickling his stomach as much as I possibly could. He starts laughing hysterically and tries to wriggle underneath me, but doesn't fight too much. I start laughing as I continue to tickle him. Suddenly he grabs my wrist and somehow flips me onto my back, pinning me the same way he did on the couch. I stop laughing, surprised by his sudden overturn. He leans down and whispers in my ear. "I warned you."

I giggle again as he leans back up, looking into my eyes, very close to my face. My breathing hitches as he gets closer and closer.

"Am I interrupting something?" Harry suddenly looks up, startled. He sits up, releasing my arms, but doesn't get off of my legs. Well, he's sitting more on my waist. I prop myself up on my elbow and turn to see Josh standing there, with Louis on his one side and Kyle on the other. Shit.

I just lay there on the ground for a minute, trying to figure out how to handle this situation.

"Actually, yes." Harry says, coolly. Still sitting on me, I might add. I look at him, my eyes wide. He looks at me, winks, and looks back to Josh. I start to sit up, sort of pushing Harry off of me. He sighs, gets up, and helps me stand, supporting me with an arm around my waist.

"I think you better take your hands off her, Harry," Josh says, taking a step towards us.

Harry doesn't move. He looks at me questioningly, asking what I want him to do. Honestly I feel like I'm going to fall over without him, but I don't want Josh to hit him. So I take his hand and unwrap myself. I take a step towards Josh, concentrating on every move so I don't fall over.

"Josh, go back inside," I say, slurring my words. "I'm fine. I don't need you protecting me. Harry is perfectly lovely."

I hear Harry chuckle behind me, probably at my choice of words. I would never say lovely. I look at Louis and remember what Brooke told me. I raise my eyebrows at him. He blushes and gives me a small smile. I wink at him and turn my attention back to Josh. I cross my arms and look him in the eye.

"I did not come here for you, Josh. I have a right to be out here with whoever I would like to be out here with me," I babble. He rolls his eyes and I hear Harry laugh again, louder this time.

"Lan, how much have you had to drink?" he asks.

"Only like this much," I say, putting my thumb and index finger about a hairline apart and looking at him through the small space. "I'm fiiine, Josh. Go back inside and I will go back outside."

I hear Harry laugh again behind me and I turn around and look at him. "Shhhh" I say, putting my finger to my mouth. He puts his hands up innocently. I turn around and Josh starts walking toward me. I take a step back, but start to stumble. Josh catches my arm before I hit the ground and helps me up. I try to take my arm back, but he doesn't let go.

"I'm taking you inside. Come on, Lana. You need to sleep." He starts pulling me towards the house.

"I don't think so, mate," Harry says, removing Josh's grip from my arm and taking my hand in his. I stumble backwards, falling into him. Damn heels, why'd I wear these? Harry puts his arm back around my waist. "I'll take you home, Langley."

I hear an audible growl from Josh and turn to see his hands now balled into fists. "I told you she was mine, Harry. But you just didn't think I was serious did you? I'll show you how serious I am unless you let go of her."

At this point I notice people watching through the doors, and coming outside to see what's going on. Where are El and Brooke? I need help! I am in no state to be stopping these two very large guys from fighting. Plus, this is rediculous. Are they seriously fighting over me?

"I can't do that, mate. She'll fall over, if you hadn't noticed."

"And who's fault is that? Were you trying to get her drunk so you could do whatever you wanted?" Josh sneered.

I gasped and my mouth hung open. Why was he being such an ass? "Josh, why would you say that? That's ridiculous. Don't worry about me. I'm fine. I can take care of myself," I say, attempting to step away from Harry and falling over in the process. Harry bends down to help me up, and I see Josh grab his arm.

"For the last time, Styles. Don't touch her." Josh says quietly. From behind him I see El and Brooke run out. They see me on the ground and Josh and Harry glaring at each other and immediately run over to help. Brooke takes Josh's arm and whispers something in his ear. He releases Harry's arm.

"Smart lad. I would advise against doing that to me ever again," Harry said as El helped me off the ground. Harry slings my arm around his shoulder and puts one arm around my waist, helping me walk inside the house and out the front door. We start walking down the street towards our houses, and I concentrate on every step. El and Brooke run up behind us and El puts my other arm around her shoulder.

"I love you guys!" I yell, tightening my grip around both of their necks. El squeals and Brooke laughs. Harry looks at me and smiles. "Josh is such an ass sometimes. Don't even listen to him," I say to him, waving my hand around, hitting him in the face several times. I giggle a sorry and look back at the road. He continues to look at me, smirking. I look to Eleanor, suddenly remembering what Brooke had told me.

"Eleanor Calder! I heard you kissed a boy!"

She giggled and looked away from me, blushing. "Yea, thanks to Brooke," she says, turning around and sticking her tongue out at Brooke, who's walking behind us. "It was incredible! He's such a good kisser! It was so amazing, Lan. But then someone banged on the door saying Josh needed him for something, so we had to go downstairs. That's when I saw you guys outside. What the hell happened?"

I felt Harry tense up beside me. "Josh was just being Josh," I said lazily. To be honest, I wasn't really sure what that was. He never got possessive like that when we were dating, so what was the deal now?

I could see my house now, and I was more tired than I realized. I put my head on Harry's shoulder and suddenly I feel my feet leave the ground. I realize I'm in Harry's arms when my head falls against him where his shoulder and neck meet. Is he carrying me bridal style? How cute. I hear El and Brooke giggle together. El lives one street over so they tell us they're going to go stay at her place. Harry continues to hold me. I hear him unlocking the door, not putting me down. He carries me into the house and up the stairs. Then he put me down on my bed- wait. This isn't my bed. I open my eyes and look around, and I realize that Harry brought me back to his house instead of my own.

"Harry?" I say, starting to sit up.

"Shh, love," he says softly, gently pushing me back down against the pillows. "You can sleep here. Tell your parents you slept at Eleanor's house." I nodded, too tired to argue. He laughed softly, brushing the hair away from my face gently. "I'm going to go sleep on the couch. Goodnight love," he says, kissing my foreheard. His lips linger there for a moment before he gets up and starts walking away. I quickly reach for his hand and he turns around.

"Stay with me. Please?" I whisper. I get lonely when I'm drunk and tonight was no exception.

"Lana, I don't think that's a good idea."

"Please," I say. I feel something wet on my cheek. Am I crying? Why am I crying?

Harry realizes and brushes the tear from my cheek with his thumb. "Okay, shh, don't cry. I'll stay." He walks around to the other side of the bed and strips out of his clothes, putting on sweatpants.

"Harry?"

"I'm right here, love."

"Can I wear something of yours? These clothes are so annoying."

I hear him laugh quietly as he opens a drawer, then another. He walks over to my side of the bed and helps me sit up. He sets down one of his shirts and a pair of his boxers beside me. "I'll go in the hall. Tell me when you're done." He starts walking out.

"Wait! No, Harry wait-" He comes back over to me and sits beside me, rubbing my back, waiting for me to continue. "Can you help me?" I ask, looking at him. He looks at me, making sure I really said it. I nod my head. I didn't care anyway. What's the difference? No one would care if I was in a bathing suit. He stood in front of me and reached around me to unzip my top. He proceeded to pull it over my head, leaving me in my bra. Then, he took the shirt he got out for me and pulled it down over my head. He gently laid me back down, unzipping my jeans carefully. He pulled my shorts off my legs and slid his boxers on over my panties. Wow, he really was a gentleman.

He put my clothes on the floor beside me and went around to the other side of the bed. He pulled back the duvet, and I lifted my legs so I could curl up in them as well. I turn to face Harry, and watch him with heavy eyelids as he comes a little closer to me.

"Goodnight, Langley." He says, smiling.

"Goodnight."

Notes

harry, always the gentleman.
will lana remembe this when she wakes up?
suggestiones and comments please!

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