Lana's POV

Harry and I stand here for a while, wrapped in each other's arms. Maybe that's a little weird to stand in the kitchen for who knows how long just hugging, but I don't really care. I don't want to move; it's been far too long since I've been able to do this. I kind of wish it was under different circumstances, though, because my head hurts and I have to keep my eyes closed to keep everything from spinning. Why did I drink so much?

"Lan, are you okay?" Harry asks softly, rubbing my back. I nod and hug him tighter. "Are you sure? You're swaying a little."

"Everything is spinning," I admit quietly.

He chuckles and puts his hands firmly, but gently, around the top of my arms, leading me to the kitchen table to sit down. I allow my eyes to close while he rummages through the kitchen. I open them when I hear a chair sliding across the tiled floor. Harry sets it in front of me and sits down, handing me a glass of water. I sip it slowly while his hands rest just above my knees. I can see that he's trying not to smile.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"Harry, don't lie. It's wrong."

He chuckles and shrugs. "Just you." I raise an eyebrow at him and take another sip of water. "You're cute."

"What about this is cute?"

"Well, you got drunk on your date. I'm assuming I had something to do with that?"

I can't really deny it...I did come storming up here immediately after it was finished, but this boy doesn't need an ego boost. "I know you think that's a compliment or something, but when you think about it it's kind of twisted."

"Twisted?"

"You've driven me to alcoholism," I explain.

He laughs at my extreme explanation. "I don't think getting drunk one time makes you an alcoholic."

"That's how it starts."

He laughs again and shakes his head as I finish the water. He stands at takes my hand in his without saying anything and leads me through the apartment. I know where we're going and I should probably just go back up to my place, but I really don't want to. I miss being able to sleep in the same bed as him. I miss the feeling of his arms wrapped securely around me, making me feel safe. I miss laying my head against his chest and listening to the steady sound of his heartbeat. I miss how safe and loved it makes me feel to sleep in his arms. I crave that feeling and I don't want to wait anymore.

Harry leads me to the edge of the bed, shutting the door and leaving the lights off. I can hear him fumbling around in the darkness, but he doesn't sit next to me, so I crawl backwards and lay on my stomach, inhaling the smell on his pillows. I tuck my hands under the pillow under my head and close my eyes.

"Don't fall asleep, Lan," he says softly. I just hum in response. I feel the bed dip beside me, telling me he's decided to join me. I open my eyes and can faintly see the stripes of his shirt. "Do you want to change?" he asks, picking up a strand of my hair and twirling it around his finger.

I sigh and fight a losing battle against my eyelids, keeping them half shut as I roll onto my back and get off the bed. I can feel him watching as I rummage through his drawers to find a shirt I can wear. I pull one out that looks massive and lay it on the bed. I let my skirt drop to the floor and pull my sweater over my head. I don't really care if Harry sees me in my bra and panties. Nothing he hasn't seen before, right? I pull his tshirt over my head, which falls just above the bottom of my bum. He watches while I crawl back onto the bed. I smile at him and resume my previous position. He's got an adorable smirk on his face.

"What?"

"Okay, you're going to have to get used to me staring at you," he says softly. "It's going to happen a lot."

"Good to know," I say, sighing. He gets up and strips down to his boxers, then lays down against the pillows but leaves a small space between us. I scrunch my eyebrows together. "What are you doing?"

"Going to sleep. I thought that's what we were doing," he says. I can hear the smile in his voice.
"Well, why are you so far away," I say shyly.

He chuckles and puts his arm around my waist, pulling me against his bare chest. "Better?"

"Much."

He chuckles against my hair. "Goodnight, love."

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Harry's POV

I scrunch my eyebrows together in annoyance. What is touching my face? I blink a few times as my eyes focus. Something touches my cheek again. I look around and see Lana laying on top of me. She reaches forward and pokes my cheek.

"Why are you doing that?" I ask her.

"I was seeing if you were awake," she says innocently.

"If I was awake I would have moved after the first time." She smiles and pokes my cheek again. "Okay, I'm awake. Also, why are you on top of me?"

"Your morning voice is incredible," she says, dodging the question. I smile and raise an eyebrow, folding my hands on the small of her back. "It's all raspy and stuff. I like it."

"Really?"

"Mhmm."

"That may be the weirdest compliment I've ever received."

"Your welcome," she says cutely, resting her hands on my chest and putting her chin on them. I missed this so much. Waking up with her next to me. Or, on top of me I guess. I'm not complaining. I rub my hands along her back, slowly lifting her shirt in the process. She raises her eyebrows in warning and my hands slip under her shirt. "Watch yourself, Styles."

"What?" I ask innocently.

"I'm not wearing much clothing. Don't push your luck."

I smile at her and slowly move my hands down to the top of her panties. "It's not my fault you undressed in front of me."

She rolls her eyes and attempts to hide a smile. "That was hours ago. Get over it."

"That's harsh." She shrugs and rolls off of me, turning my smile into a frown. "Where are you going?"

"I have to work today. I need to go downstairs to get ready." She sits on the edge of the bed and leans down to pick of her clothes, folding them and setting them beside her. I slide up behind her and put my legs on either side of her, wrapping my arms tightly around her stomach. "What are you doing?"

"I think you should stay."

She giggles and puts her hands over mine. "I have to work at 11:30."

"You can get ready here."

"I don't have anything here."

"So?" I ask softly against her ear. I feel her shudder a little.

"Harry, I'm serious."

"So am I."

"Okay," she says, unwrapping my arms from her stomach. As she gets up the shirt falls over her, but it doesn't quite cover her ass. "I'll see you after my shift maybe?"

"Count on it." She walks to the door with her clothes in hand, but I quickly step in front of her to stop her.

"Seriously, I have to go," she says.

"I know. I was just going to say...maybe you should umm..." I pause and look down at her bare legs, "cover up a bit."

She looks down and raises her eyebrows at me. She's got a mischievous look in her eyes. She shrugs. "I'm good." She quickly slips past me and goes into the kitchen. I groan and follow, chuckling to myself when I see she's stopped short halfway to the door. Louis, Niall and Eleanor are all sitting in the kitchen, staring. Louis and El both look amused, but Niall is just...staring.

I brush past Lana and lean close to her ear. "Told you." She smacks my arm and quickly slides her skirt on. I raise my eyebrows at Niall and he quickly looks away, focusing really hard on his sandwich.

"Hi El," Lana says shyly.

"Well hello, Lana. How was your night?"

Lana looks at me and heads for the door. "I have to work. See you guys later."

I smile at her as she leaves. Everyone turns to me when the door is closed. I casually pick up and peel a banana, sitting at the table with it in the last empty chair. I flip through the open copy of Sports' Illustrated, ignoring their stares. El suddenly rips the magazine away and throws it across the room. I lean back in my chair and smirk at her.

"What is your problem?"

"What is going on!" El shouts. "Did you guys have sex?"

"Okay, please lower your voice just a tad," I say, rubbing one of my ears. She rolls her eyes. "No, we didn't. Not that it's any of your business." Niall seems to relax at my words.

"That's bullshit, but whatever. What happened?"

Louis takes it upon himself to explain. "She came over last night after her date with Chase and..." he pauses and looks at me. "Did she actually take you back?"

"I don't really know, to be honest."

"How do you not know?" El asks in frustration. "Fine, I'm going to talk to her myself. You are no help." She gets up and runs out of the apartment. Louis and I laugh in her absence, but Niall looks extremely uncomfortable.

"Niall, what's wrong?" Louis asks.

"Nothing. I'm great," he says sarcastically. He gets up and starts cleaning up after himself. Louis and I exchange confused looks.

"Okay, what's going on. You've been acting weird around Lana and I want to know why," I say firmly, standing up from my chair. He ignores me completely. I look at Lou and he shrugs. "Niall."

"Harry, just leave it alone, alright?" He takes his bag off the counter and walks out without another word.

"What was all that?" Louis asks.

"Do you see what I mean now! He's obviously in love with Lana or something."

"No, that can't be it."

"Lou, are you kidding? Did you not see him staring at her?"

"Yeah but....that can't be it."

Lana's POV

I hang up my apron and quickly and grab my bag, eager to get home. I'm completely exhausted; drinking so much last night has caught up to me. My head hurts and I'm so tired. I wave goodbye to Barbara and make my way quickly to the front door. I accidentally bump into someone on my way, mumbling a quick sorry without looking to see who I ran into. Suddenly the person grabs my forearm, forcing me to stop.

"I said I was-" I stop short when my eyes meet Harry's. He looks amused.

"Don't be rude, love." I smile and relax. "Rough day?"

"I'm exhausted. What are you doing here?"

"El told me you were done at 4, so I thought I'd pick you up. And I got some snacks," he says, picking up a paper bag off the counter.

I feel like I have light beaming off my face my smile is so huge. He flashes his dimples and takes my hand in his, leading me out of the cafe. He walks up to a black Nissan Frontier, pulling some keys out and unlocking it. He opens the passenger door and gestures for me to get in.

"Is this yours?" I ask as I climb up.

"Yep." He shuts the door and walks around to the driver's side. When he gets in and starts the car I stare at him. "What?"

"Why didn't you tell me you bought a truck?"

"I did," he says simply, smirking at me.

"No, you didn't," I say, shaking my head.

"Yeah, I did. On Tuesday. You don't listen to me, do you?" he asks, pretending to be trying not to cry.

I roll my eyes and put my feet up on the dashboard, leaning my head back. "Just drive."

He suddenly reaches over and knocks my feet down, making me rock forward. I narrow my eyes at him as he wipes the spot my feet just were. "New car. Feet down."

"Yes, father."

The drive home is silent and I'm constantly fighting against my eyelids to try and keep them open. I slept so well last night, I don't know why I'm so tired! When we pull into the parking lot he shuts off the car. My eyes are closed, but I know he's staring at me.

"Stop it."

"What?" he asks, smile evident in his voice.

"You're staring at me."

"No I'm not."

I open my eyes and look at him. He is, not to my surprise, staring with me, that cute little smirk on his face. "Yes, you are."

"Let's go upstairs. I have some great goodies in here," he says, wiggling the bag and stepping out of the truck. I smile and shake my head; he's just like a little kid sometimes.

We walk up the stairs to my apartment. When we're inside I flop down on the couch, burying my face in a pillow.

"Why are you so tired?"

I open my eyes and see him sitting in front of me on the coffee table. "I don't know. I know you wanted to do something tonight, but I feel like I'm going to die."

He laughs and stands up, walking to the kitchen. "I'm okay with staying in. We can watch a movie or something."

I can hear him opening and closing cupboards and the fridge, and fidgeting with some other things, but I just lay there with my eyes closed. After a while he starts walking back and forth between the living room and kitchen.

"Alright, move it," he says, I grunt and stay where I am, turning my head to the other side. He laughs and picks me up, sitting down with me on his lap and hugging my back tight against his chest. I look at the coffee table and my eyes go wide when I see the spread he's laid out. Theres chips, chocolate covered almonds, a bunch of pastries, a plate full of cut up fruit, and two sandwiches from the cafe. There's also a bottle of wine and two glasses.

"Wow, did you do all of this?" I ask, squirming a little in his arms so I can look at him. He smiles and nods proudly. "You didn't have to do that."

He shrugs. "I wanted to. Are you hungry?"

"Starving. I actually haven't eaten all day," I realize.

He laughs and sets me on the couch beside him. He hands me a plate. "Dig in." I smile and he starts putting food on his plate. I watch him for a minute, then realize something. I set my plate down and he looks at me, confused. "What? I thought you were hungry?"

"I am, I just..." I stare at him for a few seconds and reach for his plate, setting it down on the table. He's about to protest when I take his face in my hands and pull it to my own, kissing him passionately. He seems surprised, but it doesn't take long before he's kissing me back, parting my lips with his own. I wrap my arms around his neck, fisting the curls at the nape of his neck with one hand. He sighs into my mouth, tangling his tongue with mine. His hands go to my hips, sliding slowly up to my waist. I pull back and lean my forehead against his so we can both catch our breath. When I pull back he looks surprised and slightly amused. I turn without a word and start putting food on my plate.

"Is that...are you serious?" he asks, watching as I lean against the back of the couch with my plate. I put a grape in my mouth and smile at him. He puts his hand on the couch behind my head and leans in close to my face. "When did you become such a tease?" My breath is uneasy with him so close, his eyes flickering back and forth between my eyes and my lips. I shrug and hold my breath when he leans closer, lips brushing the skin just below my ear. "I can be a tease too." He kisses below my ear a few times and backs up slowly. Smirking at me before opening the wine bottle and pouring two glasses. He hands me one and picks up his plate and his own glass, leaning back against the cushions beside me.

I hold my glass close to his. "Cheers."

He clinks his glass against mine and winks at me. "Cheers."

Notes

holy shit. so many freaking issues with this chapter. thanks for the advice tho, i think im going to start saving everything to my computer. but when i copy and paste from microsoft word onto here, the formatting is all messed up and its really annoying. does anyone know how to fix that??? it would be way easier.

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