Harry's POV

"Don't you think he's been acting weird, though?"

She shakes her head and smiles at me. "I think you're over-reacting."

"No, I'm not. You should have seen him after you left this morning." My head is propped up on my hand, leaning over her a little while we both lay on the couch. A few curls fall over my eyes and she reaches up to push them back for me.

"I'm sure it's not what you think it is."

"Lana, I'm telling you. He's into you."

She rolls her eyes and picks at her nails. "Me and Niall have gotten really close since we all moved here. Trust me, he doesn't like me."

"Okay, then how do you explain how he's been acting?"

"Well, I haven't seen him act weird, so I don't know what to tell you." I roll my eyes and look at the TV. We turned it on earlier, but neither of us have been paying attention to it at all. She turns onto her side and copies my position, resting her head on her hand in front of me to attempt to block my view. She's quite a bit smaller than me, though, so it doesn't quite work. "Harry, you aren't seriously upset about this are you?"

"Yes."

"Come on."

"What?"

"Niall doesn't like me!"

"You don't know what you're talking about."

"Are we seriously fighting about this?" she asks, raising her eyebrows at me sternly. I look away from her gaze; I know I'm probably being dramatic about this, but how am I the only that sees it? "Harry, this isn't our problem. If it even is a problem."

"If Niall likes you, then yes it is my problem." She laughs and lays back down on her back. "What's funny about this?"

"You. You're cute when you're jealous."

I roll my eyes and she takes my free hand from my side, resting it on her stomach and fiddling with my rings. She runs her fingers over my cross tattoo a few times. I don't think she's seen it yet. I normally hate it when people touch my tattoos. I don't just walk up to random people and caress their ink do I? No, that would be weird. But with Lana it feels very...intimate. It's relaxing.

"I just want to make sure he knows that you're mine," I say quietly. She smiles and looks up at me innocently.

"But I'm not yours."

I raise my eyebrows and continues smiling at me ever so sweetly. "I'm going to pretend you didn't just rip my heart out and stomp on it," I say, pretending to be holding back tears. She giggles and continues fidgeting with my hand, twirling the rings that's on my middle finger. "But make no mistake, I have every intention of making you mine again."

She smiles at my hand and let's go of it, letting it rest on her stomach. She sighs deeply and turns onto her side, snuggling up against me. I know she's not quite ready to get back together officially, which is fine. As long as she knows that there's nothing I want more. I make slow circles on her back with the tips of my fingers. She'll probably fall asleep like this.

"Lana?" I ask softly, brushing the hair away from her face so I can see her. She opens her eyes and looks up at me. "Do you want to go do something?"

She chuckles. "Are you aware that I almost just fell asleep?"

"Yes, that's why I asked." She sighs and closes her eyes again. "I know you're tired, but it's still early. Let's get some ice cream or something."

She opens her mouth to respond, but the door opens and El and Lou come in. El runs to the living room and stands over us.

"Well aren't you two just adorable." I smile and Lana blushes and hides her face against my chest. "What are you guys doing tonight?"

"This," Lana says, voice muffled against my shirt.

"She's lying. We were just going to go get some ice cream," I explain to Eleanor as Louis takes a seat on the chair near my head.

"It's actually kind of warm outside, so that sounds like a good idea," Louis says.

"No, I can't eat ice cream if we're going out," El says to him.

"I don't want to go out tonight. We go out all the time. Let's just stay in with these two lovebirds," Lou continues, pointing to Lana and I.

"We didn't go out last night! I wasn't even here!"

"El, it's okay if we don't go out every single weekend."

She huffs in frustration and walks to her room. "Fine, let's just be old losers," she calls as she walks away. The three of us laugh in her absence and Louis raises his eyebrows at me, looking at Lana and back at me. I just smile at him and shrug.

"Lana, we're going to get ice cream," Louis says to her. "Get your lazy ass off that couch."

She groans and rolls backwards, landing on her side on the floor. She rolls onto her back and i look down at her. "What did you do that for?"

She shrugs and sits up, then makes her way to her bedroom.

"I'm way too tired for this," she says lazily. "This better be some good ice cream." She shuts her door and Louis looks confused.

"Is there such thing as bad ice cream?" he asks. I just laugh and start cleaning up the food from earlier. I like nights like this; simple, normal and yeah, maybe not the most exciting thing ever. But I can't think of anything I'd rather be doing.

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Louis' POV

"I'm serious! I could totally beat you."

All three of them laugh at me, Lana and El both unable to stand up straight from laughing so hard. Harry gestures to them.

"See what I mean? You wouldn't be able to."

"Harry, you've never seen me fight. I could totally take you."

"Lou, he was in a gang!" El says between fits of laughter. I roll my eyes and take a spoonful of icecream. Harry isn't THAT tough. We all sit down at a booth in the corner of the little ice cream parlour.

"Don't feel bad, Lou," Lana says. "You're more of a lover."

"You're all wrong," I say, pointing to them. "One day I'll prove it."

"I'm not fighting you," Harry says firmly. He holds out the cup of ice cream to Lana, who takes a spoonful. They're 'not together' and yet they share an ice cream. It's kind of cute, but also kind of makes me want to throw up a little. "What?"

Apparently my slight disgust is written on my face. "Nothing. I wasn't asking to fight you."

"Good. Never going to happen."

"Okay, let's talk about something else," El says, sounding annoyed. "So, when are you two going to sleep together?"

Lana chokes on the ice cream she was in the process of swallowing. Harry's eyes go wide, then he shakes his head at El, trying not to smile and rubbing Lana's back while she controls herself. I chuckle and El just smiles, proud of herself. Lana's face has turned beat red. She glares at Eleanor, who just smiles at her.

"What the hell kind of question is that?" Lana asks. Harry continues rubbing her back, now unable to hide the smile on his face.

"Well we're all wondering. Mind you, I still don't believe that you didn't do anything last night. You don't see each other forever then Lana finally forgives you and all you do is sleep?" Lana and Harry look at each other and back at El, nodding their heads. "I don't believe you."

"We didn't do anything last night. I promise," Lana says, taking another spoonful out of the cup in Harry's hand.

"That is so boring. Harry, I think you've lost your touch."

Lana buries her face in her hands and Harry chuckles. He digs into the cup and takes out a spoonful. "Trust me, El, she can't resist me." He puts the spoonful in his mouth and Lana drops her hands on the table, turning her glare to him. He smiles at her and shrugs. "It's true."

"Someone's confident," Lan says, taking her own spoonful.

"Okay, I don't like this conversation," I say, stopping the debate before it can start. "I don't want to talk about Lana's sex life. Ew."

"Oh my gosh," Lana says, covering her eyes with her hand. "I'm going to go crawl into a hole." Harry rubs her back again.

"Harry, are you planning on going to school next year?" El asks. Lana uncovers her face and takes another bite of ice cream from the cup in Harry's hand.

"I'm not sure. I hadn't really thought about university."

"Hold on, did you end up finishing school after you left?" Lana asks. That's the first time I've hear her speak so calmly about that. No flinching or wincing, no pained expression, and no glossy eyes. Very matter of fact.

"Yeah, I did. Zayn tried to stop me, but I told him I wouldn't do anything for him unless I got my diploma."

"Oh, that's good," she says, smiling. What is happening?

"Why are you so happy?" I blurt out. Eleanor smacks my arm. Lana and Harry look confused. "Sorry. You're just acting so like...you. Like before."

She smiles widely and leans her head on Harry's shoulder. Eleanor speaks for her. "Seriously, Lou, you can't figure that out?"

I look between the two of them, and Harry puts his arm around her. "Right. Dumb question."

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Lana's POV

The four of us walk up the stairs to mine and Eleanor's apartment. Louis and El decided to stay here tonight instead of upstairs. Yay for me. Harry sits on the couch while I clean up the rest of the stuff from when we ate earlier. After about ten minutes he still hasn't said anything, so I figure he's asleep or something. I'm proven wrong when I feel his arms snake around my waist and his breath warm against my ear.

"Are you almost done with that?"

I try to control my breathing as his lips brush against the skin below my ear. I continue cleaning the last of the dishes without reacting while he slowly and gently leaves kisses up and down my neck. Every nerve ending in my body is alive in a way I haven't experience since the last time he did this. No one can ever make me feel this way. Not even close. But it's fun to make him work for it.

There's only one dish left, so I take my time with it. Harry's kissing grows rougher and more urgent. Suddenly he rips the bowl out of my hands and throws it in the sink, sending water onto the counter and all over the front of my shirt. He spins me around and pins me against the counter, looking down at my shirt.

"Oops. That's going to need to go in the wash," he says, smirking at me. I shake my head and slide my hands up his torso, over his chest to rest on the back of his neck.

"You are nothing but trouble."

He smiles and leans down to kiss me, wasting no time parting my lips with his own and pushing his tongue into my mouth. I tangle my fingers into his hair, tugging on his curls which pulls a deep moan from his mouth. Damn, I missed that sound.

He suddenly pulls away and puts his hands on either side of my face, staring intently into my eyes. "If I remember correctly, we don't do well in neutral areas." I giggle and nod my head in agreement. He smiles and takes my hand in his. We go into my bedroom and I shut the door, stumbling back in surprise when his lips crash into mine again before I can turn on the light. His hands travel up and down my waist, sliding easily under my shirt. I put my hands on either side of his face, pushing him back a little. He leans his forehead against mine while we both catch our breath.

"Umm....I'm not sure..."

"I know," he breathes. I've missed Harry so much and I want this, but it's just not a good time for me. "We don't have to do anything until you're ready."

"It's not that." He pulls back and looks curiously into my eyes. It's a good thing it's dark in here, because my face is definitely red. "I just umm...I'm on..."

"What?" He looks confused. Doesn't he have a sister?

"It's umm...my time." I pause and he scrunches his eyebrows in confusion. "Of the month."

His mouth forms an 'o' shape and he attempts to hide a smile. "That's fine. As long as it's not because I disgust you." I laugh and he reaches up to take my hands from his face, leading me backwards to the bed. He sits on the edge and rests his hands on the side of my legs. "Now would be when you assure me that I don't."

"Sorry. You don't disgust me. You're very cute," I tell him, twirling a few curls around my finger. I turn and reach up to the shelf in my closet for the box of things from before he left. "I still have some sweatpants of yours," I say, opening the box and digging through it. "Yeah, here they are."

He reaches back and turns on the lamp beside my bed. He's got an amused smirk on his face. "What is all of that?"

Shit, I didn't realize how weird it would be if he saw this. "Umm..it's just...some stuff," I say shyly, putting the pants on the bed and quickly putting the box back in the closet. He raises his eyebrows and I pull out some of my own pyjamas.

"Alright, don't tell me. Are you going to wear my shirt?" he asks, standing and pulling his shirt over his head. I attempt not to stare while he pulls his jeans off and slides the old sweatpants on. I changed before he woke up, how does he remember that? "Yes, I remember. I thought it was adorable that you changed while you thought I was still sleeping."

"You weren't?"

"Of course not. I was just enjoying the cuddling."

"So sneaky!" He laughs and proceeds to crawl under the covers. I stand and change into cotton shorts and go to the floor of my closet to pull out the button-up shirt. He smiles and throws back the covers so I can join him. He picks up my left wrist and fiddles with my bracelet. He plays with the charms, looking at me with a pained expression when he sees the half-heart. "Yeah, that was a little dramatic. I couldn't help it."

"It's fine. I thought you would have thrown it in the lake or something."

I laugh and turn onto my side, resting my head on his chest and my hand on his stomach. "I never took it off," I say quietly. He kisses the top of my head.

"You have no idea how happy that makes me."

Notes

it makes me SO HAPPY to finally write chapters with them semi together. finallyyyyy

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