Harry's POV

I feel like my heart is trying to pound it's way out of chest. I don't want to make any assumptions here. But what if this is going..where I think it's going? Do you even realize how long it's been since I've done this? A bloody long time. Shit. The last few weeks Lana and I haven't really gone much farther than making out. I don't even remember how to do this!

Well, that's a lie. Of course I remember. Especially with Lana. Couldn't forget if I tried. Even still, I haven't done this since the last time with her. That's a long time ago. I didn't even think about this part. I was so concerned with making everything else perfect.

I shake my head a little at myself as we walk through the house. I'm worrying about something that probably isn't even going to happen. There's a few candles still burning inside.

"Harry, these candles should probably be blown out," Lana suggests, tugging on my hand. When I turn around and look at her worry crosses her features. "Are you okay?"

"What? Yeah, yeah. Why?"

"You look...nervous." I can see she's trying not to smile. If I look nervous, obviously she can figure out why. She's not stupid.

I can feel my cheeks heat up a little, shy smile tugging at my lips. She just giggles and starts leaning down to blow out the flames that are still alive, holding her hair back so it doesn't get singed. We work down the one side, and when she turns and starts on the opposite side, the slit in the dress reveals most of her leg to me. Not fair. My own dress selection working against me. My eyes still trained on her bare leg, she looks towards the back of the house, turning around when she sees that everything's dark. My eyes snap up when she turns around, but not quick enough. She smiles and raises an eyebrow at me. Once again, my face flushes.

"Shit," I mutter smiling and running my hand through my hair. She crosses her arms and shifts her weight to her right leg, strategically sticking her left left through the opening in the fabric.

"You haven't commented much on the dress," she says quietly, still smiling at me.

I clear my throat and pull myself together. "It's lovely."

"Lovely?" She takes a few steps forwards. "That's all you have to say?"

I swallow nervously and rub the back of my beck. "It's umm..." Holy hell, I've never been this nervous in my entire life. What's wrong with me?

She laughs softly and closes the distance between us, pressing her body lightly up against mine. She reaches up and fiddles with the highest button on my shirt that's been done up. My heart rate skyrockets.

"Thank you for tonight." She looks up at me sweetly. "It was perfect."

"I'm glad you liked it." My voice cracks and she laughs a little. Awesome.

She runs her fingers up my shirt slowly, fiddling with my collar. "Perfect prom. Perfect prom date." She reaches up and clasps her hands on the back of my neck. "Perfect prom night."

Her eyes lock into mine with that statement, confirming my questions from earlier. My mom offered to be out of the house for the night, which was a little embarrassing. I told her I didn't think it was going to happen tonight. We aren't together yet and it hasn't been very long. Even still, it can't hurt to have the option open. So, she went to a hotel for the night with Robin.

I should probably say something, but my mind is blank. This literally never happens to me. What is my problem. Seriously.

She giggles and removes her left hand from my neck to push some curls away from my face. "I don't think I've ever seen you this nervous. Usually you're mister charming. It's cute."

"It's not fair. You've got the dress and the bare leg and just...everything," I confess, looking away from her eyes. Damn, this is embarrassing. She puts her hands on either side of my face, turning it back to her own so that my eyes once again find hers.

"I'm all yours," she whispers. "I always have been. You don't need to be nervous."

She pulls my face down to hers, kissing me lightly and pulling away again. One hand slides down my arm, taking my hand in hers and leading me to the stairs. She's awfully confident right now. Then there's me. She lifts her dress with her free hand so she can walk up the steps without tripping. We make the familiar trek up to my old bedroom. I breathe a sigh of relief when I remember that I was sort of prepared for this. Even though I figured it wouldn't, it doesn't hurt to be prepared just in case, right?

At the top of the stairs I pull on her hand, making her stop before she opens the door. Without a word I pull her back to me, kissing her firmly and pushing her slowly back against the wood of my door. I may not be able to speak for some reason, but this I can do. Our lips move together perfectly, mouths parting. I put one hand on the door next to her head, my other hand cupping her face to keep her close. After a few minutes I pull back, pecking her lips a few times and both of her cheeks. She smiles up at me when I put a few inches between our faces.

"I guess this means you're okay now?" she asks, laughing a little.

"No, I'm nervous as hell."

I kiss her once more and back up a little. She turns around and opens the door to my bedroom, gasping when she sees what's inside. My usual black duvet and sheets have been replaced with white ones, a few rose petals sprinkled on top. Yeah, that was a little corny but I couldn't help it. Both nightstands are decorated with candles, placed on plates so the wax doesn't spill everywhere. There's a few on the nightstand and bookshelf, as well as the windowsill. It's simple, but it looks pretty romantic. It matches the scene from outside.

I put my hands in my pockets and watch while she walks around the room to look at everything. I don't want to brag, but I did a fantastic job with the dress. It literally fits her perfectly. She looks absolutely breathtaking. When she turns around to look at me, I don't try to hide my staring. I slowly trail my eyes up her body and back to her face. She walks up to me and takes my hands out of my pockets so she can pull me into the room.

"I can't believe all of this," she says, looking around the room. "Harry, it's amazing. I can't believe you did this for me."

"It was nothing."

She rolls her eyes. "It was hardly nothing, you weirdo. Thank you."

"You're very welcome. Weirdo."

"Hey!" She hits my chest lightly.

I chuckle and shrug my shoulders "What? You called me one first."

"Very mature."

"Thanks. I try."

She laughs and pushes away from me again, turning to examine more. No, no. I put my hands around her waist and pull her back to me, pressing my lips against her neck. She doesn't protest, head rolling to the side while I continue my efforts. Suddenly she spins around catches me off guard when she kisses me hard, arms wrapping around my neck.

"I love you," I whisper when she finally pulls back.

"Gee thanks." I raise my eyebrows and she smiles widely at me.

"Alright, fine." I release her and start to walk towards the door, but she pulls me back again. She laughs and puts her arms back around me.

"I love you too. You're a little dramatic. Kind of needy sometimes. But even still, I do."

"Wow, you're really not going to make this easy for me."

"It's not often I get the upper hand in these situations. I intend to take full advantage," she says smugly. I raise an eyebrow and lift her off the ground, making her squeal a little. I toss her back on the bed and pull my jacket off before crawling onto the bed and hovering over her.

"Not anymore."

---

When I open my eyes the next morning my arm is securely around Lana's waist, her back pressed up against my chest. There's a pretty big smile on my face right now. Last night was absolutely incredible. It really couldn't have gone better. Well, except the part where I got nervous as hell and acted like a fourteen year old. Oh well.

I prop my head up on my elbow and look down at her, brushing hair back from her face. She's still sound asleep. After staring at her for a few minutes I start feeling kind of creepy, so I kiss the side of her face and slowly get out of bed without waking her. I take a quick shower and put on some gym shorts. Lana is still asleep, so I decide to go downstairs and make some breakfast.

Lana's POV

I jolt into sitting position when I hear a loud crash sound through the house. I look around in a panic, not finding Harry anywhere. What the hell just happened? I get out of bed and go into the bathroom to do my business, attempting to my crazy sex hair before I go downstairs. I slide my panties back on and pick up Harry's dress shirt off the floor, putting it on and doing up the bottons. It's pretty big on me, so it covers my ass and I have to roll the sleeves since they're far too long on my arms. I walk down the stairs and stop short when I see pieces of glass scattered across the kitchen floor. Harry stands up then, probably picking up some of the pieces from the ground. He's muttering profanities to himself in frustration. I put my hand over my mouth and stifle a laugh. His hair is a huge mess and he's only wearing shorts. His face is pulled into a scowl. He carefully avoids the glass on the floor and gets a plastic bag from the cupboard under the sink.

"Looks like someone had a little accident."

He jumps slightly and his eyes dart over to me. Ha, I scared him. He smiles apologetically and walks carefully over to me, looking at the ground as he does.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you. I dropped some plates." He finally gets out of the danger zone and lifts his head to look at me. His eyes go wide for a short seconds when he takes in my appearance. "Is that my shirt?"

I look down at it and back up at him. "It is. May I borrow it?"

He smirks and shakes his head. "No. I'm going to need it back."

"Right now?" He nods his head and bites his bottom lip, devious look in his eyes. "Nice try, Styles." He chuckles and leans down to kiss me, lingering longer than I thought he would considering the mess behind him. I scrunch my nose and push him back. "Is something burning?"

"Shit!" He spins around and walks as quickly as he can through the glass and to the stove. I step as far as I can and see a pan on the stove with smoke rising from it. He gets to it and pushes the pan away from the burner. "So much for my plan."

I giggle and go to the hall closet to get a broom. When I get back he's continuing to pick up the larger pieces and putting them in the plastic bag. I start sweeping.

"What was your plan?" I ask.

He sighs and ties the bag of fragments, setting it on the counter. He slowly makes his way over to me and takes the broom out of my hands so he can clean up his own mess.

"Well, I was going to bring you breakfast in bed," he says. "But then I dropped the plates, woke you up and burnt the french toast."

"French toast?"

He looks up and smiles at me. "I thought I'd have a go at your famous french toast." The smile disappears and he looks sad and disappointed as he continues sweeping. "But now I've ruined it."

He's so frikken cute. Look how sad he is! As if he hasn't done enough for me already.

"Well...what if I never woke up?" I ask, taking slow steps backwards. He looks up, confused at first. Then he smiles at me and I run back up the stairs and jump onto the bed, smiling like an idiot. I don't think I could have dreamed anything better than the last night. Every part of it was absolutely perfect. Eleanor is not going to believe it when I tell her. I'll need those pictures as proof. Speaking of those...I search the room for my phone so I can text harry.

L: Can you bring that camera when you come upstairs?

H: Sure. I thought you were sleeping?

L: I am. I'm sleep texting.

I put the phone on the nightstand and crawl back under the covers, snuggling up and holding Harry's pillow close to me. I missed sleeping in this bed. It smells like him and it's so damn comfortable.

I wait patiently for Harry to join me. I want to pretend to be asleep when he comes in here, but I get super bored and start playing temple run on my phone. My stomach starts growling like crazy when the smell of french toast creeps into the bedroom. After an eternity I finally hear Harry's steps on the stairs. I throw my phone onto the bed and cover myself in the duvet, turning onto my side facing away from the door and closing my eyes. I hear him walk in and set something down on the desk. Then he suddenly lays on top of me, forcing me onto my back. My eyes stay closed but there's a smile on my face. I open one of my eyes when I feel him poke my cheek. He smiles and pokes me again.

"Why are you poking me?"

"Seeing if you were awake."

"Well poking me isn't a very nice way to do that," I say, flinching when the does it again.

"You did it to me," he defends, pulling himself up and kissing the tip of my nose. He rolls off me and walks over to the desk to get the tray he had put there. I sit up against the headboard and wait while he walks carefully with the tray, walking around to the side of the bed. He looks up at me, then back at the tray. "You know, you're in the centre of the bed."

"And?"

"And it makes it very hard for me to give this to you."

I roll my eyes and scoot over a little to the side so he can place the tray in front of me, legs on either side of mine. He puts it down carefully, holding it even when it's firmly set on the mattress.

"Harry, I've got it."

"I just don't want it to spill. Apparently I'm clumsy today and everything is white." I swat his hand and he finally releases it, standing beside the bed while I take a sip of my tea.

"Are you going to stand there and watch me?" I ask him, pouring some syrup on the warm bread.

"Someone's sassy this morning," he says smirking and walking around to the other side of the bed. He carefully crawls across it until he can sit beside me.

"This is a lot of food," I observe. There's six pieces of french toast on this plate. "You don't expect me to eat all of this, do you?"

"Course not. We're sharing it." He opens his mouth wide and looks up at me. I feed him the first bite and take one for myself.

"This is really good," I compliment, sounding dramatically surprised. He raises his eyebrows.

"You say that like you were expecting less."

"Well, let's be honest. No one makes french toast as good as me." I take another bite and give him a smug smile. "Plus, that was kind of a train wreck down there."

"Okay, that's it." He sits up, mirroring my position against the headboard and reaches to take the tray from me. I put my hands on his in protest.

"What are you doing?"

"Well, I thought you would be a little more appreciative. Ungrateful people don't get breakfast in bed." He starts lifting the tray, so I lean over and kiss him.

"I love it! Put it down," I say, giving him a puppy look. He smiles and kisses me again, then sets the tray back down. "Do you always get what you want?"

He shrugs. "Pretty much." I just laugh and continue eating, feeding Harry as well. He suddenly sits up, moving quickly to the end of the bed. "I almost forgot!" he calls, running out of the room and down the stairs. Thank goodness I was holding my mug because if I wasn't my tea would now be everywhere. He comes back up and wiggles the camera at me, being more careful when he rejoins me on the bed.

"I'm stuffed. You take this," I say, picking up the tray and putting it over his legs. "I'll look at those." He hands me the camera and starts eating the rest of the french toast. I slide down the pillows and pull the blankets up more, turning on the camera and starting to look through the pictures. I go to the beginning and am surprised to find that Carter had somehow gotten pictures from the very start without me realizing. The first one is from outside. You can see Harry smiling at me, and the faint shadow of my figure inside the house. Next is a picture of him kissing the back of my hand, which is probably the most adorable photo I've ever seen. I continue to flick through the photos of my discovering the amazing night Harry put together for me. I must say, I'm impressed with that boy's picture taking skills. They're really well done. The last one is of Harry and I on the dance floor. Both of our heads are turned to the side so we can smile at the camera. Harry's cheek is leaning on the top of my head, arms wrapped around each other. It's a really nice picture of us.

"I really like that one," Harry comments, leaning over me to look at the screen.

"Me too."

---

"It was so hard for me to keep it a secret. I locked myself upstairs so I wouldn't tell you," my dad confesses as we pull up to my grandmother's hotel.

"I'm glad you controlled yourself. It was the best surprise ever. Seriously, Dad, it was incredible."

"I bet. You should have brought him along."

"He wanted to see him mum and Robin more before we go back to London in the morning."

He nods and we both get out of the car. This is the nicest hotel in the city, so you have to dress up a bit when you eat here. I lift my skirt as we walk up to the building so it doesn't get wet. My grandmother is waiting for us in the lobby of the hotel, smiling and waving us over when she sees us.

"Hi! Oh, Lana, you look lovely!" she says, pulling me in for a hug. She does the same to my dad and we all go into the restaurant to eat.

I think my Dad was more excited about last night than I was, because he starts gushing about what Harry planned almost instantly. I take out my phone and show my Grandma some of the pictures that I took, blushing when we come across one where we're kissing.

"He's a good looking boy, isn't he," she says as the waiter sets our appetizer in front of us.

I laugh and nod my head. "I could do worse, that's for sure."

"I'd like to see you do better! He's very-"

"Mom. Lana's boyfriend, remember?" Dad says, cutting her off. She can get a wee bit inappropriate sometimes.

"Is he joining us?" she asks, taking the first piece of bruschetta.

"No, he's with his family."

She frowns. "Nonsense, I only see you once a year! Call him, get him to join us!"

Twenty minutes later Harry strolls in, looking quite handsome in black skinny jeans, a white tshirt and a grey blazer. I wave at him and he smiles as he walks over. He bends down to kiss me quickly when he gets to the table, then smiles shyly at my grandmother.

"She doesn't bite, Harry," I encourage, squeezing his hand. Grandma stands and gives him a tight hug, but keeps her lips to herself this time. Harry looks relieved.

"Good to see you again," he says politely. She pats his arm.

"I heard about your night last night. Well done, Harry. It's very impressive. I definitely approve."

He laughs and looks down at me. "It was pretty great."

I blush and take a sip of my lemonade while Harry walks around the table and sits on the chair beside me and across from my grandmother. She drills him with questions about his family and childhood, all of which he answers willingly. Then she dives into a topic I'd rather leave untouched.

"You don't plan on taking off again, do you?"

I choke on my chicken and Harry rubs my back, handing me a glass of water. When I control myself I glare at my grandmother. "Can we not talk about that?"

"You are my only granddaughter. I won't have your heart broken again."

"That's not your-"

"I'm never leaving her side again."

All three of us turn to stare at Harry, who looks completely at ease while he takes another bite of his pasta. He smiles sweetly at me and my grandmother is just beaming at him. Well, he handled that quite well.

"Then you plan on getting married?"

"Grandma!" I groan. "What are you doing?"

"It's a fair question, isn't it?"

"Not really," I say, avoiding Harry's stare.

"Lana, that's why you date. To find a husband."

"Grandma, I'm twenty years old, I'm not quite looking for a husband yet."

"I was married at your age," she says innocently.

"That was like one hundred years ago."

"Watch it, young lady."

My Dad intervenes here. "Okay, that's enough arguing. Mom, why don't you stop giving Harry the third degree?"

"Who knows when I'll see him next! I have to make good use of my time." She turns back to Harry and takes a sip of her wine. I love my grandmother, but she definitely has a mind of her own. The nice thing is, it doesn't seem to scare Harry. It makes me nervous, that's for sure.

"If I do propose, I'll make sure to call you first," Harry teases. My face heats up and I can hear him chuckling, probably at me. Glad my discomfort is amusing.

"What about me?" Dad asks. "I'm the father of the bride. You need to ask my permission."

"Oh, I will. That means you'll know before I do it. She'll be first after I ask her."

Dad nods, satisfied with the answer. He takes another bite of his steak and smiles at me. I don't eve know what to do right now.

"Do you want my number now?"

"I can just get it from Lana's phone."

"Okay!" I shout, stopping the madness. "We haven't even officially gotten back together people. I think talking about a proposal might be a little premature."

"Calm down, love. Don't lie and say you haven't thought about it." He winks when I glare at him. Invite Harry to dinner. Great idea, Grandma.

---

"Are you alright?" Harry asks, stealing glances while he drives me home. My Dad took my grandmother to the airport on his own. I reach up and wipe the tear from my cheek.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"It's okay to be sad," Harry says, putting his hand on my leg. I put mine over his and hold tight while we continue to drive.

"I hate how little I see her. I miss her," I confess, letting another tear fall.

"I can see why. She's great."

I smile at him and he returns it. "Thank you."

When we pull up to his house I take a deep breath to pull myself together. As I'm about to open the front door Harry pulls me back. I turn and give him a confused look.

"I need to ask you something," he says, suddenly quite serious.

"Harry, if you're going to propose I will smack you."

He laughs and shakes his head, taking my hands in his. "No, not that. I umm...I want you to be my girlfriend again."

"That's not really a question," I tease.

He rolls his eyes. "Langley Forester, will you be my girlfriend?"

I release his hands and put mine on his shoulders. "I'll have to think about it." His eyes go wide and I try and get away quickly, but he reacts faster and pull me tight to his body. "Can I help you?"

"I'm afraid I need an answer."

"Well, in that case...I would have to say yes." He smiles widely and hugs me. When he pulls back I wrap my arms around his neck and bring my lips up to his. He smiles into the kiss and sighs when I pull back.

"Finally."

Notes

so the last chapter was pretty like...serious. in a good way, as im seeing from all of your lovely comments. so i wanted this one to be more silly and fun again. i like it when they're goofy :P it's also a lot more fun to write haha.
so YAY they're finally together :D i hope you guys like this chapter i thought it was cute.

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I don't think I'll be able to update tomorrow, so...HAPPY NEW YEAR in advance :)
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