Lana's POV

"Here we go."

I close my eyes when he turns the stick over to read the result. After a minute he still hasn't said anything, so I open one eye a little to see what's taking him so long. I see him watching me with a smirk on his face. Just waiting. What is he doing. Why isn't he telling me what it says! And why is he smiling?"

"You look funny," he says quietly.

"That's not very nice." He shrugs and folds his arms over his chest. "Harry, do you have something you want to tell me?"

"Not really."

"I will kill you."

He laughs and shows me the pregnancy test. "You aren't pregnant."

"What?" I take it from him and look at the sign on the little screen, then check the instructions to make sure he read it right. It's negative.

I'm not pregnant.

"Oh my gosh," I breathe, leaning my head against Harry. He rubs his hands up and down my back. "That is such a relief."

"Tell me about it."

I throw the test in the garbage, but carefully place some of the makeup wipes over it so that my dad wouldn't see it if he came in here. Harry laughs while I make sure it's covered up.

"What are you laughing about?"

"Why are you picking through the garbage?"

"I'm trying to hide this so my dad doesn't see it."

"When does he ever come in here? Or look in your trash can?"

"Good point." I stop fiddling and wrap my arms around Harry's neck, then send him stumbling backwards a little when I jump up and wrap my legs around his waist. I bury my face in the side of his neck.

"Woah." He chuckles and wraps one arm tightly around me with the other on the back of my neck. "It's okay, Lan. Everything's okay."

"That was kind of scary," I whisper against his skin. Imagine if I was pregnant? I couldn't. Just no.

"I would agree with that." He turns and walks out of the bathroom and over to my bed. "Let's go to sleep."

"Okay," I agree, holding my position. He chuckles again and puts his hands on my hips.

"So are you going to go on the bed or just hang here for while?"

"I'm going, I'm going," I say, but I don't move. He kisses the side of my head a few times, Then gently pushes my hips away from him.

"Lana." He tries again and laughs when my grip gets tighter. "You're going to suffocate me."

"I don't really care, to be honest," I say, running my nose against the skin on his neck. He sighs and I hold on tighter as he leans forward and crawls onto the bed. He lays me back when my head is at the pillows, but my position forces him to lay on top of me. I giggle and pull away to look at his face.

"So...are you going to let go of me?" I shake my head and he smiles at me. "I'm kind of tired, Lan."

"Why?"

"We kind of had a busy day and the last half hour has been kind of stressful."

"Why?"

"Because you thought you were pregnant, you goof."

"Why?"

"I see what you're doing. I don't find it annoying at all."

"Why?"

"Okay, that's enough. I get it."

"Wh-" he cuts me off by pressing his lips against mine. When he finally pulls back I'm left breathless. "That's a really nice way of telling me to shut up."

"I thought so."

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Harry's POV

"So did you tell her yet?"

"No, Harry. Quit asking me about it. I'm not telling her yet."

"Gemma, she needs to know."

"No, she doesn't. You just want me to tell her because she's going to agree with you."

"I know. I'm kind of hoping that she'll be able to convince you that this is a bad idea."

She rolls her eyes and continues flipping through the channels. We've been hanging out all day. Mum and Robin are both working and Lana is out with El and Brooke. Post-Christmas shopping is apparently some of the best shopping ever. Who knew.

"Gem, I'm serious. This guy is-"

"Is what? You don't know anything about him, Harry. Can we please not talk about this anymore? I know how you feel and I'll take it into consideration, okay? Now just drop it."

"Fine."

"You don't see me judging your love life."

"What's wrong with mine?"

"You and Lana are practically married and you've been dating for two months."

"Two months and one day, actually."

"Harry, you two spend all of your time together. It's excessive."

"We actually enjoy being around each other. Is that a problem? I thought that was a good thing. It isn't excessive. She's out with her friends right now, isn't she?"

She stares at the TV, still looking for something to watch. I love my sister, but sometimes she is so annoying. I guess anyone with a sibling knows how I feel. We normally get along really well, but I cannot get over this older guy thing.

"So what do you guys do together?" She ignores me. "Casual strolls in the park? Only on the paths though, right? Wouldn't want his walker to get stuck in the mud."

"Very funny, Harry."

"Ooh, do you go to bingo with him on saturday nights? You're really livin' the life there, Gem."

"Shut up!" she shouts, but she's trying not to smile, I can tell.

"Are the bifocals a turn on for you?"

She starts laughing and shaking her head, still staring at the TV. I laugh too and stop teasing her. I know I should be all enlightened and say if she's happy I'm happy, but I'm not. What kind of creep dates someone ten years younger than them? Dating your student? It's so cliche. And sleazy.

"Gem?"

"Yea?"

I hesitate to answer and she looks at me. I smile weakly and look back to the TV. "Nevermind."

She continues to look at me, but I pretend not to notice. I want to ask for her advice about Lana but I don't think I should tell her about the whole pregnancy thing. Lana's been kind of...distant ever since Christmas and our little scare. She's been with Brooke and El quite a bit and we've barely been alone. It's been almost a week and I feel like I've barely seen her. A lot of the times we have been together there's other people; Brooke or El, or both, or them and their boyfriends. I don't know why she's being like this. Everything's fine. What's the problem?

"Harry, you look like your head is about to explode."

"What?"

"What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing."

"Don't lie, Harry. You aren't very good at it." I keep watching the TV, so she turns it off and sits closer to me on the couch. "Talk to me."

"I can't."

"Yes you can."

"No, I can't."

"Harry I'm your sister. You can trust me, you know that."

"Lana would kill me if she knew I told you," I admit, still staring at the now black TV screen.

"You are so whipped," she laughs a little and I roll my eyes. Then she turns serious again. "Something is obviously bothering you."

I sigh and look at her. What the hell.

"Okay, fine, but you have to promise not to say anything."

"I won't."

"To anyone."

"Okay."

"And Lana can not know that I said anything to you."

"I promise, okay? Now what's up?"

"We kind of....She thought she...I found a ..."

She chuckles at my struggle to form a sentence. "Spit it out, Harry."

"She thought she was pregnant."

"WHAT!?"

I put my finger to my ear. "Geeze, quiet down. I think I'm deaf in this ear, now."

"Holy shit, she's pregnant?"

"No! No, she thought she might be but she isn't. OW!" She smacks the back of my head. Not in a playful kind of way, either. It kind of hurt. "What was that for?"

"Can't you keep it in your pants?"

I laugh and shake my head. "No. I don't think I can."

"Ew. Well are you stupid? Don't you use protection?"

"Okay, I don't like this conversation."

"Do you?"

"Of course!"

"Then how did this happen!"

"Gemma, calm down. Did you not hear the part where I said she isn't pregnant?"

"Oh. Right. Well why did she think she was, then?"

"She was late. She got nervous. I guess that doesn't really happen to her."

"Okay. So why are you telling me this? Trying to give me a premature heart attack?"

"No, she's been acting weird ever since."

"What do you mean."

I start picking at my nails. It feels weird to be having this conversation. I've never had a girlfriend, so I've never felt like this before. I'm scared of losing her, even though this probably isn't even a big deal.

Gemma can probably see that I'm embarrassed by this conversation. She places her hand on my arm. "Harry, what's the problem?"

"I don't really know exactly... it kind of feels like she's avoiding me."

"How so?"

"She's been making all these plans with her friends ever since."

"She's allowed to hang out with her friends, weirdo."

"It's not just that. When we do spend time together, there's almost always someone else there. One of the girls, or them and their boyfriends. We've barely spent any time alone since Christmas."

"Hmm. Maybe she just feels like she hasn't seen her friends enough. You guys do spend a lot of time together, Harold."

"The timing is what worries me. Maybe she's freaking out and the whole thing is making her second guess if she really wants to be with me."

"That girl loves you. You don't need to worry about that, trust me," she says. How can she be so sure? So much more sure than I am? Am I making a big deal over nothing? Probably. But what if I'm not and she's actually thinking about breaking up with me? I don't even know what I would do.

I am such a girl right now.

"Harry you are obviously freaking out. Why don't you just talk to her?"

"Because I feel like a whiney little girl. What am I supposed to say? Spend more time with me pleeeease?"

"Well you can start by not whining," she says, scrunching her nose at me. "Just ask if everything's okay. You guys are going to that party tonight right? See if she acts weird and talk to her tomorrow. Don't stress about this if you don't even know if there's anything to worry about."

"Yeah. Maybe you're right."

"Of course I am." I roll my eyes and she leans her head against my shoulder. "I've missed you, little brother."

"I can see why. I'm pretty great."

"And modest, too."

I laugh and we're quiet for a while. I break the silence. "You know you can always call me right? For anything. If you need anything."

"Harry, I'm the older sibling. I'm supposed to take care of you."

"That doesn't matter. I don't need protecting."

"And I do?"

"Yes."

She sighs. Even though Gemma is older than me we've always had this kind of relationship. I'm protective of her. When I was seven there was a kid in her class that kept pulling her hair, so I hit him. That was the first time I got in a fight and not the last time I would hit someone for my sister. She always seemed to have the worst guys interested in her, but she never saw it. That's why this older guy thing bothers me so much. I trust her, but not when it comes to men. She hasn't always had the best judgment. It worries me. I look down to see her asleep on my shoulder. Why does she always do that?

I smile at how young she looks right now. Then i put my hand on the other side of her head and lean her down on her other side on the couch. She moves around a little, but she doesn't wake up. that girl can sleep whenever and wherever she wants. So jealous.

I walk into the kitchen and pull my phone out of my pocket so I can call Lana. We haven't talked at all today. She doesn't answer after the first four rings, and I'm about to hang up when she finally answers.

"Hey, Harry."

I smile at the sound of her voice. She sounds like she was just laughing. "Hi. How are you?"

"I'm good. just about to get some dinner with the girls."

"Dinner?" What? "What time is it?"

"It's like 6 I think. What's up?"

"Just wanted to make sure we're still going to the party tonight."

"Of course we are, it's new years!"

She sounds happy. That's a good thing at least. "Okay. When do you want to go?"

"Actually, the three of us are going to get ready together before we go to Niall's house. I'll just meet you there?"

"Ok, okay."

"Is that okay?"

"Yeah, of course. Have fun. Tell Brooke and El I said hi."

"I will. I'll see you tonight." She hangs up quickly and I slide my phone back into my pocket. It's probably sad that I'm disappointed, but I am. I want to see her.

I feel like she's slipping away.

Notes

relief!
right?
whats her deal??? who knowss. well, i do :p

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