Lana's POV

"Merry Christmas, Dad." I jump down the stairs and kiss him on the cheek before pouring myself a cup of coffee.

"Marry Christmas. Where's Harry?"

I turn slowly and hold my mug between both hands. I can feel my face turn slightly pink. "He's at home. Why?"

"I just figured he would have slept here last night. Did you really think I didn't know, by the way? I could hear you guys laughing every time." I laugh nervously and shrug. "It's fine, Lan. I like Harry. He's good to you."

"Yeah, he is." I take a sip and sit beside him, taking a strawberry out of the bowl in front of him. "By the way, his mother invited us over for Christmas dinner tonight."

"Both of us?"

"Yep. Do you want to go?"

"I don't really know them, Lan."

"That's the point. They're all really nice, Dad. It wouldn't be weird at all." He takes a strawberry and takes a bite. "Would you rather be here eating pizza?"

He laughs and nods. "Good point. What time?"

"I'm not sure. I'm going over to open gifts with them, though, so I'll find out."

"Okay, have fun. I'm going to go to church. I'll see you later." He gets up and kisses the top of my head. "Merry Christmas, Lan."

I pull my phone out to see if Harry's texted me yet. It's almost 9:30 now and I have no new messages. I move into the living room and turn on the TV, mindlessly flipping through channels. My mind drifts to Harry. We had been dating for almost two months now, but it didn't seem like it. It felt like we'd been together for years. With Josh it took me a long time to really be comfortable with him, to let him see every side of me. I had a hard time opening up. With Harry I couldn't shut him out even if I tried. He made me feel so...safe. I'm not even sure how to explain it.

I roll my eyes at myself when I start to miss him. It's literally been less than twelve hours since I've last seen him and I miss him. I'm not sure if that's just how much I love him or if it's pathetic...maybe a little of both. I take the last few sips of my coffee and go back into the kitchen to put the mug in the dishwasher. My phone starts vibrating.

"Hello?"

"Good morning, love." He sounds like he just woke up. The raspy morning voice is unmistakable.

"Hi, Harry."

"Come over."

"You sound like you just woke up."

"I did. I think everyone else is still asleep as well. Just come over and come up to my room."

"I'll be there in a minute." I hang up and grab the bag of presents from it's place beside the couch, then slide my Uggs on and walk over to Harry's. The door is open, so I just walk in. Anne and Robin are both sitting on the couch with mugs in their hands.

I smile at them and close the door behind me. "Merry Christmas." I set the bag down by the tree and take my shoes off. "Sorry, Harry said you were all still asleep. He told me to just come in."

Anne gets up and walks over to me. "I don't know why you are apologizing, but okay." She laughs and wraps her arms around me. "Merry Christmas. How was last night?"

"It was great. Oh, shoot, I forgot Harry's guitar."

"Guitar?"

"Yeah, my dad got him one."

She raises her eyebrows. "That was awfully nice of him." I shrug. I know my father has money; he really doesn't have a problem spending it either. The price probably didn't even occur to him. "Go on up to his room, love. Gemma's still asleep. I don't want to wake her so we'll let you know when we're ready."

I nod and make my way up the stairs. I don't knock before slowly opening Harry's door and walking in.

"Sure, come right in," he teases. He pushes his unruly curls away from his face and smirks at me. I roll my eyes and shut the door behind me. He pulls the blankets back so I can crawl under them.

"I missed you," I whisper, laying my head on his chest and resting my hand on his stomach. I feel him laugh a little underneath me.

"Is that so?" I nod and he twirls some of my hair in his fingers. "It was you I saw last night, right?" I just laugh. "Oh. Must have been my other girlfriend." I smack his stomach while he laughs again. "It's just a joke, babe, no need to get violent."

"Your mum and Robin are downstairs, by the way. Gemma is the only one still sleeping."

"I know." I lean my head up and look at him. He smirks and taps my nose. "I didn't think you'd just come over if you thought they were down there."

"Well I would have at least knocked, then."

He shrugs. "Too late now." I pull away a little and lay my head on the pillow beside his. I notice the pillowcase doesn't match the rest.

"Is this my pillow?" I ask, propping myself up on my elbow.

"Maybe."

"You're using it?"

"Wasn't that the point?"

"If you use it it's just going to smell like you again."

"Are you saying you don't sleep on the pillow you stole from me?" I shake my head and lay back down, half hiding my face in the soft cushion. He smiles and turns onto his side, pushing the pillow down so he can see my face. "You don't? What do you do with it then?" I shrug again and hide my face in the pillow. He traces his fingers lightly along my spine, making his way slowly up and down my back. I can't really breathe at this point, so I turn and look at him again. His head his propped up on his elbow so he can look down at me. He's trying not to smile.

"I hug it."

"What?" he laughs. I bury my face again and feel him reach over me. He forces me to turn onto my side, shoving a pillow between us. "Show me."

"No."

"Lana."

"No!"

He laughs and moves it down, wrapping his arms around it and leaning over so he can pull one of his legs over it. "Is this what you do?"

I laugh and roll my eyes. "You look like a dork."

"So I look like you?"

I smack his arm and he resumes his previous position, laying on his side. "You're so mean to me." I turn onto my back and fold my arms, pouting.

"Aww, babe. Do you want me to go get the pillow?" He laughs and I take the pillow that's between us and whack him over the head with it. "You're going to regret that," he says, chuckling. He rips the pillow from under my head and I squeal as he hits me in the face. I sit up and fling the covers away from my body before standing on the bed. I lean down and hit him hard with the pillow in the stomach, then rip the one he has away from him. I continue hitting him while he blocks with his hands.

He's laughing pretty hard at this point, failing sometimes to block my hits. "Lana! Stop it!" he yells, still laughing. I continue and start laughing as well, putting my feet on either side of his body.

"What the hec is going on?" I turn to see Gemma standing in the doorway, rubbing her eyes. Oops. Looks like we woke her up. Harry takes my distraction as an opportunity, putting his hands behind my knees and swiping my legs from underneath me. I fall backwards, squealing as I land between his legs. He quickly takes the pillow from my hands and puts it behind his head. "How old are you two again?"

Harry laughs and I join him, tilting my head back to look at Gemma. She rolls her eyes. "Lighten up, Gem! It's Christmas!" Harry says, holding his arms out.

"Oh, right! Merry Christmas!" I say, rolling over Harry's leg and off the bed. I hug her and she laughs.

"Merry Christmas." I release her and run to jump back onto the bed beside Harry. "Looks like I was actually asleep for mum's creepy photo this year."

Harry laughs. "I think I was too. Do you think she knows we know about it?"

"I have no idea, but we aren't saying anything." She looks to right and notices all the gifts on the desk. "What is this from?"

"Last night."

"Lana, you got him all of this?"

"No, no," I say, laughing. "Like I would ever spoil him like that. I don't like him that much." I look over at him and he stares at me in mock horror, eyes wide. I giggle and look back at Gemma. "Most of those are from my dad."

"What did Harry get you?" She asks suddenly, coming and sitting on the edge of the bed. I hold up my wrist and her mouth drops open a little. "Jewellery? Wow, that's impressive, little brother." She walks around the bed to sit beside me, taking my wrist in her hand so she can examine it closer. She takes each of the small charms between her fingers. "If this is what I think it is, I think it's the cutest thing I've ever seen."

"What do you think it is?" Harry asks, sitting forward so he can look at Gemma.

"You had this made, didn't you?"

"I did."

"So they all mean something?" He nods and she touches each one again, glancing at me when she sees the martini glass. "What is this for?"

I blush a little and look at Harry. "The night Lana just couldn't resist me any more."

I hit his arm playfully. "That's a lie. He snuck into my house and attacked me."

"That is also a lie."

"My word against yours, babe."

He rolls his eyes and leans back against the pillows again. "Okay, so why the martini glass, though?"

"We were at this party for my dad's work and Harry was impressed by my high-class drinking."

She laughs and lets go of my wrist. "It's so cute."

"I know," I say, looking down at Harry. His face is a little red. I poke his cheek and he winks at me as Gemma gets up from the mattress.

"Alright, I'll leave you two alone. We'll probably start opening gifts soon, though, so don't get too hot and-"

"Gemma!" Harry groans, sitting up and covering his hands. We both giggle at him and she closes the door on her way out. "Why is my family so embarrassing?"

I lean my chin on his shoulder. "They're great."

"I'm glad you think so." He lifts his arm and pulls me in front of him, laying back against the pillows again. I snuggle up next to him, inhaling his scent. "Merry Christmas, by the way."

I look up at him and smile. "Merry Christmas to you too."

"Have you kissed me yet?"

I laugh and shake my head. "Was I supposed to?"

"No, but I know you want to," he says, a small smile playing on his lips. I roll my eyes and roll away from him, laying on the other side of the bed. "What are you doing over there?"

"I know where this is going, and to be honest I really don't want to kiss you."

"Oh really?" I nod. "Are you sure?"

"Yep," I say, popping the 'p'.

"Fine," he says quietly, crawling over to me and putting an arm and leg on either side of my body. He leans down so our lips are almost touching. I stay where I am and stare at him, not showing any reaction. My heart is racing and my whole body is pulling me towards him. I have to restrain myself from reaching up and pushing the curls that are falling in front of his eyes. "But what if I want to kiss you?"

"Well if you really want to..." I put my hand on the back of his neck and pull his mouth down to mine. He chuckles against my mouth and forces it open with his own, swirling out tongues together. He lays the rest of his body down on me, supporting his weight on his forearms. I reach up with my other hand and run my fingers through his curls. There's no gel in his hair so the ringlets are more prominent than usual. I take a fistful of them and tug gently, pulling a moan from his lips in the process. I smile and put my hands on his chest, pushing him away gently.

"Don't get too excited, Styles."

"Why not?" he asks, moving his lips to my neck. I attempt to make him stop, but I lose my resolve when he starts sucking at the sensitive spot below my ear. I slide my hands down his chest, over his flat stomach and around to his back. The muscle never ceases to impress me.

"Harry," I breathe. He hums against my skin in response, moving slowly down my neck to my collarbone, leaving a trail of kisses. One of his hands slides under my top, resting just under the bottom of my bra.

"I like your pyjamas. I think I'd like them better on the floor, though," he says huskily.

"Okay, that's enough," I say, pushing him off me. He rolls onto the bed beside me and chuckles. I stay on my back and attempt to slow my breathing.

"Geez, Lan. Control yourself. My family is just downstairs." I laugh and he laces his fingers with mine. "We can continue this later."

"Can we? Because we're going to be here for a while, then me and my dad come here for dinner later. When are we going to be alone?" He chuckles at the frustration in my voice. "What is funny."

"You're so cute," he says, rolling onto his side and looking down at me. I reach up and put my palm against his cheek, moving my thumb back and forth over his dimple. My hand falls when there's a knock on the door. Gemma walks in before Harry can say anything. "What is with you people just walking in?"

"Oh shush, you do the same thing. We're opening gifts now." She walks back down and Harry sighs and looks down at me again.

"I guess we have to go downstairs." He rubs his nose against mine a few times, then kisses me tenderly. I giggle as he gets off the bed. "You're lucky I chose to wear boxers last night."

"Why am I lucky? I think you're mother is the lucky one. That could have been a very scarring photo and an end to the cutest tradition ever."

He laughs and slides some pyjamas on, then a big sweater. He looks younger than normal, hair freely flopping around. "You look adorable," I say standing and walking over to him. He smiles and wraps his arms around me.

"Ditto." He kisses the tip of my nose and unwraps himself, taking my hand loosely in his as he leads me out of the room. "Let's go."

We walk down the stairs and sit on the couch with Gemma. Robin and Anne come in from the kitchen. Robin has a tray with mugs of hot chocolate on it. Harry hands one to me and takes one for himself. I loop one of my arms through his before wrapping both hands around my mug and pulling my legs against my body. Harry rests his hand on my knee and Anne and Robin took the the love seat.

"Alright, Gem. Do your thing," Anne says, gesturing towards the tree. I watch as she gets up and takes a bowl off the table.

"Gemma is a bit of a control freak," Harry says against my ear. I laugh and she narrows her eyes at him as he leans forward to set his mug down.

"I can hear you, Harry."

"I know."

She rolls her eyes and shuffles her hand around in the bowl. She answers my confused glance.
"We draw names to choose what order we go in."

I nod and she takes a small piece of paper out of the bowl. It crinkles as she unfolds it.

"Harry. You're first." She reaches in for another one and Harry does a little pump with his fist. "18, Harry. You're Eighteen." She says, unfolding the next one. "Mum, you're next. Then...Lana. And Robin. And I guess that means I'm last."

"Ha!" Harry points and laughs at her. We all stare at him. I raise an eyebrow when he looks at me. "What? Going last is the worst!"

"I've raises a man child," Anne says, making us all laugh. Harry shakes his head and sinks further into the couch. I rub his arm and Gemma goes to the tree, sorting through the gifts until she finds one for Harry. She hands it to him and I unwrap my arms from around his left one so he can open it. Gemma continues to hand out presents to everyone, sitting on the ground for her own turn. Anne takes pictures the whole time. I can't help but feel sad that I've missed out on this; the family time. My family was never playful like this, and I never had a sibling to tease or talk to the way Harry and Gemma do. Anne watches them so tenderly, so full of love and pride in her children. It makes me sad, and a little jealous. Why couldn't I have this life? What did I do to deserve the mother I got? I'd barely spoken to her in weeks.

"Lana?" I'm pulled out of my thoughts when Harry whispers in my ear. I give him a small smile and take the gift Gemma is holding out for me. He rubs my back gently. He can probably tell I'm feeling a little sad. I can feel him watching me carefully throughout the rest of the gift opening, but I don't meet his eyes unless he speaks to me. I don't want to get upset right now, and if I talk to Harry I know I'll probably end up crying.

"Okay, this is the last one!" Gemma says, picking up the box that holds the necklace Harry and I bought his mother. She walks over and hands it to Anne, then flops onto the couch next to me.

"That's from both of us, mum." Harry says, putting his arm around my shoulders. She smiles at us and tears the paper from the box. She takes a minute when she sees the name of the jewellery store on the from top of the box.

"What did you guys do?" she asks quietly. After a minute she slowly lifts the lid, revealing the necklace Carter helped us pick out for her. "Oh my."

"Do you like it?" Harry asks. I look up at him to see him watching his mother with the most adoring look in his eyes.

"It's..." she shakes her head a little and runs her fingers along the chain. "It matches my earrings," she says quietly, reaching up to her lobe to feel the diamonds in her ears.

"That was the idea," Harry jokes. Anne finally looks up at him and rolls her eyes.

"This is beautiful. I absolutely love it. Thank you so much, Lana. And Harry." She stands and comes to hug us both. "You didn't have to do this, though. It's too much."

"No, it really isn't," I say, holding her hand in mine. "You deserve it." She smiles and squeezes my hand, then goes back to sit beside Robin on the couch. She gently lifts it form the box and hands it to Robin.

"Will you put it on me, dear?" He takes it and she lifts her hair so he can clasp it around her neck.

"Perfect fit," he jokes, taking her hair and letting it fall around her shoulders. She laughs and puts her hand against the bottom diamond. She looks like she's trying not to cry.

"Well, this is probably the best Christmas yet, yeah?" she says, starting to gather the wrapping paper and tissue scattered around the room."

"You say that every year, mum," Gemma says, laughing and getting up to help her. I do the same, but Harry pulls me back down onto his lap.

"Where are you going?" he asks, childlike as ever.

"I'm going to help, you weirdo," I say, prying his fingers from my hips. I stand and start collecting paper. Harry lays on his back on the couch, watching us. "Don't feel like you have to help or anything."

"Kay." He puts one arm behind his head and rests the other on his stomach, smirking at me. I shake my head and put a handful into the garbage bag on the floor. I pick up the pieces in front of the couch, and Harry nudges my backside with his knee. I laugh and continue, and he repeats the action.

"Behave," I warm, hitting his thigh.

"I can't promise anything."

"Harry, can you take all the boxes out to the garage, please?" Anne asks, collecting the last of the paper from around the room.

"Fine," he groans, squeezing my ass a little as he walks by me. I jump and glare at him as he picks up the stack of boxes.

Gemma waits until he exits the room to talk about him. "When did he turn into such a baby?"

"I've no idea," Anne says, tying the garbage bag. "but he definitely got a lot softer when you two started dating," she says, pointing to me. I smile and feel my face turn a little red. They both laugh and I sit back down on the couch. Gemma sits beside me and Anne makes her way to the kitchen. "I'm going to start on breakfast."

I turn and smile at her and feel Gemma pick up my left wrist, the one my charm bracelet hangs on. "I still can't believe he did this."

"Me neither," I agree, watching and admiring the charms as she holds them on her fingertips.

"I've never seen him put this much thought into something. Ever. Well, except occasionally for me and my mum, but even then he's never done anything like this."

I ponder her words and hear the front door open and close. Is it possible that what she's saying is true? It can't be. I've known him for what? Four months? Not even! Gemma drops my wrist as Harry comes into sight. He winks at me and wedges himself between us, instead of sitting in the empty spot on the other side of his sister. She groans and attempts to move over, but he's too much on top of her for her to be able to go anywhere.

"Harry! Get your fat ass off of me!"

"Okay, this is really going to start affecting my self confidence. How fat am I actually?"

"You're a cow. Now get off."

He leans over me more so Gemma can squeeze out from under him. "Now you're crushing me," I giggle, pushing him over to where Gemma previoulsy sat. "You're not fat, though. Just huge."

"That's the same thing."

"No it isn't."

"Yes it is."

"No, it's not."

"Yes, it-"

"Okay!" Gemma yells, clamping her hand over Harry's mouth. He turns to look at her and I start laughing. "You two are seriously ridiculous. Let's watch a movie."

"Home alone 2!" I shout, clapping my hands. Harry rolls his eyes and Gemma jumps up in excitement.

"Yes, me and mum just watched the first one last night."

"Do we have to?" Harry asks, annoyed by the choice.

"Let's vote. Who wants to watch Home Alone?" Gemma asks. We both raise our hands and Harry rolls his eyes.

"That's not fair, I'm outnumbered."

"That's the point of the vote."

"I bet mum doesn't want to watch it," he says, trying to get his way.

"Oh, I think she does," Gemma says, leaning down to put the disc in the dvd player.

Harry leans his head back into the couch and I laugh at his distaste. He looks at me out of the corner of his eye and tries not to smile. I poke his cheek a few times and he swats my hand away. I hit his hand back and before you know it we're having a little bitch fight on the couch. Harry suddenly takes my hands in his and wraps them around his body as he sits on my lap.

"Are you done?" he asks, turning his head slightly.

"You started it!" I defend, trying to take my hands out of his firm grip. He's far too strong for me.

"I don't think I did."

"Alright, fine. I'll be good." He slides off me and tucks me under his arm. I reach up and flick the hand that now rests on my shoulder. He raises his eyebrows at me and smirks. "Okay, now I'm done."

Notes

sorry its been a few days since i updated last. i wasnt feeling very inspired and i didnt want to write a shitty chapter just to get one up. thanks for waiting :) im hoping to get another one up tonight yet!

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