I went into my room and looked at myself in the mirror. I liked the way I looked in his clothes. I stripped out of his shirt and boxers, leaving them on the floor by my bed. I made my way to my bathroom, letting the water get warm before stripping out of my bra and panties. I made a mental note to thank Eleanor for making me wear matching lace ones, realizing Harry must have seen them.

After drying off I brush my teeth, and I can hear El and Brooke barge into my house. Good to know they felt right at home. They came into my room and El flopped down on the bed. I came out of the bathroom and said hi to both of them.

"Goodness gracious, Lan, put some clothes on," Brooke said, teasing and covering her eyes. I stuck my tongue out at her and went to put on some comfy clothes. I suddenly hear them whispering as I'm putting on my tank top, and they start squealing like mad. I run out to see El holding Harry's shirt and Brooke dancing around with his boxers. I roll my eyes and go to put on my sweatpants.

"Why didn't you tell us about this?" Brooke asks as I walk out of my closet. I shrugged my shoulders, sitting down on the bed.

"It's no big deal, you guys. I was uncomfortable and he put me in those. He was being nice. Then I passed out. I didn't put them on because we slept together."

"Lana, come on! These are is underwear, for crying out loud!" She shouted, making me wince.

"Brooke, please stop yelling. I'm nursing a hangover over here," I said, rubbing my temple.

I looked at El who was staring at the shirt in her hands. "I've never even seen Louis' boxers." She said quietly. I nudged her arm, saying "El, come on. It's not a big deal. I slept in them. So what?"

"Yea but you probably looked sexy as hell!" Brooke said, trying to be quiet. I laughed nervously.

"Yea? You think I looked sexy in that when I was throwing up?"

Their mouths dropped open and I turned around and flopped face first onto my bed. Thinking about it made me cringe.

"You what! Holy shit, Lana, how much did you drink last night? Not important. I can't believe you puked!" Brooke said, trying not to laugh and failing miserably. I didn't lift my head, but I held my hand up, sticking up three fingers.

"Three times?" I nodded. That sent them both into fits of laughter. I just laid there, waiting for them to be done. They finally flopped down on either side of me, both propped up on their elbows. I looked up at them, resting my chin on my hand. El started rubbing my back, sensing I was embarrassed. Brooke spoke first.

"Lana, don't worry about it. He took you back to his house, so he obviously wanted to take care of you. Plus, he let you stay all day and cooked for you. He obviously likes you."

I looked at her, then at El, who nodded. I thought about it. Could he like me? How is that possible? Did I like him? I was interrupted by a horn beeping outside my window. I ran up to it to see Harry locking his front door. Looks like he had showered and cleaned up. He looked up to my window, seeing me staring at him. Again. He smirked at me and stopped outside the driver's side door. I jumped beside the window, hiding behind the wall. El and Brooke ran over to the window when they saw what I did, and they were waving at Harry like idiots before I could stop them. I peeked out to see what he was doing. He started laughing and waved back, getting into his car. When I was sure he couldn't see me anymore I smacked the back of both their heads. They both squealed and we jumped back on the bed, talking. El gushed about Louis. He had kissed her when she got to school this morning. I was sad I missed it. Looks like things are finally happening with those two. I kicked them out when I decided I needed to catch up on some homework.

A few hours later I heard my mom pull in the driveway and come inside. Minutes later she walked right into my bedroom.

"Mom! Can you not knock?"

"Watch your mouth, Langley. I brought home chineese food, do you want some?" She said, looking annoyed.

"Yea, I'll be down in a minute."

She left the room, not closing the door. I rolled my eyes and went to get some food. My mom didn't say anything to me. I guess I was right, she didn't notice that I wasn't here last night. I made my way back up to my room, determined to finish all the work I missed today. I set my food down and start working while eating. About twenty minutes later, I hear my phone buzz. I walk over to my bed and slide the screen to unlock it. I see a text from Harry and I smile to myself.

H: I hope you don't waste too much time watching me from that window of yours;)

L: In your dreams, styles

H: oh, you are, love.

I giggle to myself and look out my window. Looks like I never heard him pull in. I look at the time then, and notice its already 10:15. I'm also exhausted, events of last night catching up with me.

L: I think im going to bed now. Goodnight harry.

H: Already? i was hoping for a visit :) im lonely over here

I smile again. He's so adorable. I contemplate the time and the homework I haven't finished.

Harry's POV

I roll my eyes at myself as I realize how lame the last text I sent was. I'm suddenly nervous, hoping with everything in me she says yes. I don't know what it is about this girl, but I miss her when she's not with me. I want to be around her all the time, and that's never happened to me before. I'd been with my fair share of girls at my old school, but I never really like any of them. It wasn't hard for me to get girls there; if I gave them a chance, they came running. I guess you could say I was a player. I didn't text girls, and I never called then when I was done with them. Part of my bad boy reputation, I guess.

Lana was different, though. I couldn't put my finger on what it was, but I wanted to know everything about her. I'd imagined kissing her as soon as she bumped into me the first time in the cafeteria. But every time I had the chance I waited too long and something interrupted us. Or someone. Fuck, I hated that guy Josh. Who was he to tell me I couldn't have something? And I wanted all of Lana.

I felt my phone vibrate, pulling me out of my thoughts.

L: I'll be right over :)

I pumped my fist in the air and jumped a little, surprising myself. What was this girl doing to me?

Lana's POV

I put my phone down and ran into my closet, not wanting to go over there in my sweatpants. I had to do some damage control after last night. I put on some boyfriend jeans and a sweater, not wanting it to look like I was trying too hard http://www.polyvore.com/haha_yes_xd/set?id=100129929. I put on a little mascara and did a once over in the mirror. Satisfied, I slid my toms on and grabbed Harry's clothes off the bench in front of my window. I quietly made my way downstairs, avoiding my mom so she wouldn't ask about the boxers I now held in my hand. I closed my front door and made my way over to Harry's house. I started jogging, I hadn't realized how cold it was. I jogged up to the door and knocked quickly three times. I jumped when Harry immediately swung the door open. He chuckled, noticing that he startled me.

"Did that scare you? Usually when you knock on the door, that's a sign that you want someone on the other side to open it," he said, winking and gesturing for me come in.

I rolled my eyes and walked into the living room, hearing him shut the door behind me. I leaned against the back of the couch. "Well I didn't expect you to be standing right behind it so you could open it the second I knocked."

He smirked, walking over to me. "I just happened to be there when you knocked, love. Don't flatter yourself." He only stopped when we were almost touching. I could feel my heart start racing. I held up the clothes in my hand, nervous.

"I didn't get a chance to wash these, sorry. I didn't want my mother to see them."

He took them and threw them over his shoulder. "Guess it'll be fine if they go on the floor then."

He took another step towards me as I straightened up, pressing his body against mine. I looked down, suddenly very nervous. He was wearing a button up shirt, with the top three or four buttons undone. I could see the swallows and the tip of this butterfly tattoo. His chest was amazing. Josh had a nice body, but he had nothing on Harry. My heart felt like it was going to beat right out of my chest. Harry put is thumb and index finger around my chin, lifting my face to his own. He leaned in closer, tracing my bottom lip with his thumb. He looked from my lips to my eyes, waiting for permission. I nodded slightly, and he smiled a little. He started leaning in slowly, but I couldn't wait for him. I leaned up on my tippy toes and pressed my lips against his. I could feel he was surprised, but it didn't take long for him to kiss me back. He wound his arms around my waist, hugging my closer to his body. The kiss deepened as I wrapped my arms around his neck. His tongue traced my bottom lip, asking for permission. I opened my mouth, letting him in. I tangled my fingers into his hair as his tongue explored my mouth, earning a soft moan from him. I smiled into the kiss and he slowly pulled back, leaning his forehead against mine, both of us breathing heavy.

I opened my eyes to see him smiling at me. I laughed softly, bringing my hands down to his chest. I traced the outline of his swallows, slowly. I felt him shudder.

"What do these mean?" I ask quietly.

"I want to travel the world. They're meant to symbolize travel," he said. I could feel him staring at me.

I reached up and rapped my arms back around his neck and looked up at him. "I like the butterfly the best."

He smirked. "Me too," he said bring his lips back to mine. I didn't hesitate to put my fingers back into his curly hair, tugging a little. His tongue found its way into my mouth again, and I pulled myself closer to him. His hands travelled down my back, past my butt, resting on the top of my thighs. I pulled back for a moment and jumped, before crashing my lips against his again. he held me up with one hand, the other tangling into my hair. He carried me to the other side of the couch, laying me down on it and positioning himself on top of me, never breaking the kiss. I wrapped my legs around his waist as his hands explore my stomach, pulling my shirt up. One hand rested just below my breast as the other was on my waist, pulling me closer to him. He pulled back for a second, gasping for breath and I did the same, before his lips found mine again.

His mouth travelled from mine down to my jaw, and left kisses up and down my neck. "I've wanted to do this for so long" he whispered, stopping the kisses and looking into my eyes. I brushed his now messy curls away rom his forehead before pulling his face back to mine. My lips found his neck, exploring that area, making him moan. His lips once again found mine and I tried desperately to pull him closer to me.

After some time, which could have been a minute or an hour, I have no idea, the front door opened, causing him to pull back and jump off the couch.

"Mum!" he said, clearly surprised. I watched as his eyes widened, while he straightened out his shirt and ran his hands through his hair to try and fix it. I pulled my shirt down and straightened my jeans, getting up as well. I ran my fingers through my hair, trying to straighten it. If Harry's was that much of a mess, I can't imagine what mine looks like.

"Hi darling! We decided to co-" she stopped short when she saw me standing next to him. I could see she was trying to fight a smile. I felt my cheeks flush as she looked between Harry and I, clearly understanding what was just happening. "Hello, there Lana. What might you kids be up to?" She didn't try and any smile this time, she chuckled at us. "Come into the kitchen! We brought pizza." She walked into the kitchen after Robin.

I smacked Harry in the arm. He looked down at me wide-eyed, then started laughing.

"Why didn't you tell me they were coming home tonight!"

He laughed and attempted to help me fix my hair, which was clearly a mess. I swatted his hand away and threw it up into a messy bun, not bothering with it. "I didn't know. They were supposed to come home on the weekend," he said, wrapping his arms around me.

"Well she obviously knows what we were just doing. I'm so embarrassed! Your mom doesn't even know me!"

He chuckled. "Don't be ridiculous. She won't care. In fact I'm-" he stopped, looking at me wide-eyed, then he started laughing. "Love, you might want to leave your hair down," he said, touching a spot on my kneck with his finger. I looked up at him, confused, then spotted tiny bit marks around a spot that was slowly turning purple on his neck. My hand flew to my mouth and I pointed at his neck. His hand went to his own neck as he pulled me into the bathroom. We both looked in the mirror at the new forming love bites on our necks. Harry started laughing. "Well, at least you can cover yours up," he said, motioning to my hair. I took it out of the bun, trying to fix it up. It looked decent, so I decided to leave it.

"Yea, but you can't! I think I should go I don't want to see the look on your mom's face when she sees....that," I say, unable to look him in the eye. He wrapped his arms around my neck, hugging me to his chest. I wrap my arms around his torso.

"Don't worry about it, Lana. Trust me, she's seen worse," he said, chuckling lightly. What does that mean?

He took my hand in his and lead me to the kitchen. Here we go.

Notes

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