Fix Me
Chapter 25
*a few weeks later
Lana's POV
"Harry, I really need to get going," I say, squirming to get out of his tight hold. I had laid back down on the bed to kiss him goodbye, but now he won't let me leave.
"You should just skip class," he reasons, kissing my neck.
"I have exams. I can't do that."
"Fine. At least kiss me before you leave," he says, rolling on top of me. I lift my head and give him a quick peck on the lips, but apparently that's not what he wanted. He leans down and kisses me passionately, one hand under my back to hold me dangerously tight to him. I put my hands on either side of his face to pull him back.
"Now I'm going to be late," I say breathlessly. "I really need to go."
"Fine. Get me all turned on and leave." He rolls onto his back and sprawls across the bed while I gather my things for class. I wave to him while I walk out of the room, telling him I'll be back around four pm. He calls my name right before I open the front door, running out of my room. He puts his hands on either side of my face and plants a gently kiss on my lips.
"Have a nice day at school," he says sweetly.
Harry's POV
I smile as she walks out, a little flustered by the kiss. I go back to her room to go back to sleep, but stop short when the box in the closet catches my eye. The last time I asked her about it was just after we got back from Holmes Chapel, but she got kind of mad so I let it go. I wonder what she's hiding in there...
No. It's none of my business. If she wanted to tell me then she would have. But she didn't, so I need to respect that.
This feels like one of those situations where you've got the little people on your shoulders. You know, when one's the devil and one's an angel and they both tell you what to do. Part of me is saying to just take a look. She's not home, she'll never know. The other one is telling me to respect her privacy and do what she asked. I'm not supposed to look.
Despite the voice telling me not to, I take the box down from the shelf and sit down on the edge of the bed with it on my lap. I'm about to lift the lid when Lana's face suddenly pops into my head. What would she do if she found out that I did this? Fuckkk.
I jump about ten feet in the air when I hear a door open and close. I quickly put the box back in it's place and dive onto the bed, getting under the covers and acting like nothing happened.
"Harry? You hear?"
"Lou?" I call. He comes in and I breathe a silent sigh of relief. Just Louis.
"Yeah, you left your phone upstairs. It's been ringing all morning."
He chucks it to me. "Thanks. You came down here for that?"
"No, El is making me go to class," he whines. "Because of exams."
Normally Eleanor hates acting like his mother, so she doesn't say anything about him skipping school. Now she wants to make sure that he's at least a little prepared for his exams, so I guess she's dragging him to campus.
"Lou, you probably shouldn't fail," I remind him.
"I know, I know. By the way, me and El decided last night that we're going home for the summer. She's getting a job at a firm there and she really wants to be working in a lawyer's office. I'm going to work for my uncle."
"Lana still hasn't decided." She applied for some jobs in the city and she wants to stay, but if she can't get a good job to make it worth it, then she wants to be at home with her dad. I haven't gotten a job because I'll be going wherever she goes, so no point in getting a job here if we're just going to leave a month from now.
"I know. Anyway, we've got to go. I'll see you later." He waves and walks out of the room.
What do I do about that box....
Lana's POV
"Harry?" I call, closing the front door. He must have gone back to his place. I throw my keys on the table near the door and start flipping through the mail. There's another damn letter from my mother, one from my grandmother, my phone bill-
"Hi baby!" Harry yells suddenly, jumping out from the kitchen. I squeal and drop everything in my hands while he laughs his cute little bum off at me.
"What the hell!" I yell, smacking him a bunch of times. "Why are you trying to give me a heart attack? What did I ever do to you?"
He continues laughing as he reaches down to pick up all the stuff that I dropped, including my phone. "I was bored."
"I'm glad me dying would be good entertainment for you."
He gives me a quick kiss and hands the stuff back to me. "How was your day?"
"Pretty good. Look, Grandma sent me another letter," I say proudly, waving the envelope in the air. He sits beside me on the couch while I read it, getting caught up on all the latest drama at her nursing home. Who knew old ladies could be so catty with each other? It's like high school!
"She wants me to visit this summer," I tell Harry when I finish reading.
"Is that something you want to do?"
"I miss her. A lot. And she hates flying, so I don't want to ask her to come here."
He nods and plays with my hair. "I've never been to California."
I laugh and raise my eyebrows at him. "Is that your way of asking for an invitation?"
"Sneaky, right?" he asks smugly. I roll my eyes.
"Totally. I'm sure she would love if you came, though."
"Yea, she totally loves me," he confirms.
"I wouldn't go that far."
"Mean!" he cries, poking my stomach.
I throw one leg over his lap so I'm straddling him. "I'll make it up to you," I promise as I lean down to connect our lips. His tongue slides into my mouth with ease, lips moving together perfectly. After a few minutes he moves down to my neck, giving me a chance to catch my breath.
"Harry, El is going to be home soon."
He pulls back and reaches for the bottom of my shirt. "I guess we'd better be quick then." He gives me a sly smile while he lifts the material from my body and chucks it across the room. He examines my chest. "Is that a new bra?"
I blush and cover myself up a bit. "Yeah."
"Well, let me have a look," he says, reaching to remove the cover my arms are currently providing.
"No," I protest, giggling. I don't care about Harry seeing me, but it's funny when he doesn't get what he wants. Eventually he gets my arms away from my chest. His eyes go a little wide at the sight of the lacy material.
"Do you like it?" I ask shyly, examining his face. He nods and looks back up at me. "Well?"
"It's umm..." his voice falters and he clears his throat, blushing. "It's very nice."
"Nice? It's nice? If I wanted to hear you call my bra nice, I wouldn't have spent forty-five dollars on it."
He laughs nervously and puts a hand behind my neck to pull my face down to his. He kisses me softly for a minute before pulling back.
"It's incredibly sexy."
"Much better." I smile and kiss him again, much rougher this time. His hands slide along my waist, freely exploring the newly exposed skin. I pull at the bottom of his shirt and he sits up a bit so I can pull it off. I throw it over to wear my shirt landed and continue kissing him down his neck. He moans when I find his sweet spot.
"You know, as much as I love the bra, I think it would look better on the floor," he says hungrily in my ear. I feel him reach behind me and attempt to unclasp it, but after about ten seconds he's still struggling. I pull away and look at his face, biting my lip to hide a smile when I notice his furrowed brows. When he can't undo it he slaps his hands on the cushions on either side of us. "What the hell is wrong with this thing!"
"Having some trouble?" I tease.
"It's like there's tape or something," he defends.
"It's a standard bra clasp, Harry. It's the same as all my other ones."
He shakes his head. "Let me see it," he says, making a turning motion with his hands.
"That's romantic." He blushes again and sighs in frustration. "Aww, Harry," I coo, "Are you nervous?"
He smiles shyly and leans his head back. "I can't help it when you look so fucking hot," he explains, eyes roaming my exposed upper half. The front door suddenly swings open, making me gasp and dive off of Harry and onto the couch beside him. He laughs and looks behind him, waving.
"Well, well," I hear Louis say. "What do we have here?"
"Harry!" I whisper. He turns and raises his eyebrows at me. "Can you get me my shirt?"
He smiles and gets up to get both of our shirts off the floor. I quickly slide mine on and stand up while Harry does the same.
"What were you two up to?" El asks suggestively,
"Fooling around," Harry answers simply.
"Harry!"
"What? No need to be embarrassed babe," he says, wrapping an arm around me.
"Well, if anyone should be embarrassed it's you. You're the one who couldn't get my bra undone if your life depended on it," I counter. He shakes his head at me and Louis and El laugh.
"You couldn't get her bra off?" Louis asks. "Mate, that's so...fourteen-year-oldish of you."
"Shut up, Louis."
Harry's POV
I run my fingers lightly along Lana's back while her head rests against my chest. We've been in bed for about five minutes and she's already asleep. She was studying for hours tonight, so I don't doubt that she's tired. I kiss the top of her head and lay my head down, closing my eyes so I can do the same. Suddenly I feel her tracing the outline of my butterfly tattoo.
"Lana?"
"Mhmm?"
"I thought you were asleep." She doesn't respond, just keeps running her finger along my skin. "Would you ever get one?" I ask, referring to the tattoo and looking down at her. She shrugs.
"I don't know. I don't handle pain very well. Plus, I don't know what I would get."
"You've never thought about it?"
"Well..." she contemplates. I knew she would have an idea or two. "Maybe like an anchor. Or a dove."
"Why those?"
"They symbolize hope."
Interesting. "Why hope?" I ask. "Wow, sorry. I feel like I'm drilling you right now."
She laughs and pulls her head back to look at me. "It's fine."
"So why hope, then?" I ask again, brushing some hair away from her face.
"I guess with everything that happened with my mom, and then the pregnancy, then you leaving....I guess the only reason I got through it all is because I still held out hope that things would be okay. Without it, I don't know how I would have functioned. Hoping for something doesn't make you foolish or immature. It's a sign of strength. Now I know that it's worth it."
"Why's that?"
She reaches up with one hand to place her pam against my cheek. "Because you came back to me."
I smile widely and place a kiss on her forehead. she snuggles back up to me, head once again resting on my chest.
"I love you, Lan," I whisper, smoothing her hair.
"I love you, too."
Lana's POV
"Harry, I really need to get going," I say, squirming to get out of his tight hold. I had laid back down on the bed to kiss him goodbye, but now he won't let me leave.
"You should just skip class," he reasons, kissing my neck.
"I have exams. I can't do that."
"Fine. At least kiss me before you leave," he says, rolling on top of me. I lift my head and give him a quick peck on the lips, but apparently that's not what he wanted. He leans down and kisses me passionately, one hand under my back to hold me dangerously tight to him. I put my hands on either side of his face to pull him back.
"Now I'm going to be late," I say breathlessly. "I really need to go."
"Fine. Get me all turned on and leave." He rolls onto his back and sprawls across the bed while I gather my things for class. I wave to him while I walk out of the room, telling him I'll be back around four pm. He calls my name right before I open the front door, running out of my room. He puts his hands on either side of my face and plants a gently kiss on my lips.
"Have a nice day at school," he says sweetly.
Harry's POV
I smile as she walks out, a little flustered by the kiss. I go back to her room to go back to sleep, but stop short when the box in the closet catches my eye. The last time I asked her about it was just after we got back from Holmes Chapel, but she got kind of mad so I let it go. I wonder what she's hiding in there...
No. It's none of my business. If she wanted to tell me then she would have. But she didn't, so I need to respect that.
This feels like one of those situations where you've got the little people on your shoulders. You know, when one's the devil and one's an angel and they both tell you what to do. Part of me is saying to just take a look. She's not home, she'll never know. The other one is telling me to respect her privacy and do what she asked. I'm not supposed to look.
Despite the voice telling me not to, I take the box down from the shelf and sit down on the edge of the bed with it on my lap. I'm about to lift the lid when Lana's face suddenly pops into my head. What would she do if she found out that I did this? Fuckkk.
I jump about ten feet in the air when I hear a door open and close. I quickly put the box back in it's place and dive onto the bed, getting under the covers and acting like nothing happened.
"Harry? You hear?"
"Lou?" I call. He comes in and I breathe a silent sigh of relief. Just Louis.
"Yeah, you left your phone upstairs. It's been ringing all morning."
He chucks it to me. "Thanks. You came down here for that?"
"No, El is making me go to class," he whines. "Because of exams."
Normally Eleanor hates acting like his mother, so she doesn't say anything about him skipping school. Now she wants to make sure that he's at least a little prepared for his exams, so I guess she's dragging him to campus.
"Lou, you probably shouldn't fail," I remind him.
"I know, I know. By the way, me and El decided last night that we're going home for the summer. She's getting a job at a firm there and she really wants to be working in a lawyer's office. I'm going to work for my uncle."
"Lana still hasn't decided." She applied for some jobs in the city and she wants to stay, but if she can't get a good job to make it worth it, then she wants to be at home with her dad. I haven't gotten a job because I'll be going wherever she goes, so no point in getting a job here if we're just going to leave a month from now.
"I know. Anyway, we've got to go. I'll see you later." He waves and walks out of the room.
What do I do about that box....
Lana's POV
"Harry?" I call, closing the front door. He must have gone back to his place. I throw my keys on the table near the door and start flipping through the mail. There's another damn letter from my mother, one from my grandmother, my phone bill-
"Hi baby!" Harry yells suddenly, jumping out from the kitchen. I squeal and drop everything in my hands while he laughs his cute little bum off at me.
"What the hell!" I yell, smacking him a bunch of times. "Why are you trying to give me a heart attack? What did I ever do to you?"
He continues laughing as he reaches down to pick up all the stuff that I dropped, including my phone. "I was bored."
"I'm glad me dying would be good entertainment for you."
He gives me a quick kiss and hands the stuff back to me. "How was your day?"
"Pretty good. Look, Grandma sent me another letter," I say proudly, waving the envelope in the air. He sits beside me on the couch while I read it, getting caught up on all the latest drama at her nursing home. Who knew old ladies could be so catty with each other? It's like high school!
"She wants me to visit this summer," I tell Harry when I finish reading.
"Is that something you want to do?"
"I miss her. A lot. And she hates flying, so I don't want to ask her to come here."
He nods and plays with my hair. "I've never been to California."
I laugh and raise my eyebrows at him. "Is that your way of asking for an invitation?"
"Sneaky, right?" he asks smugly. I roll my eyes.
"Totally. I'm sure she would love if you came, though."
"Yea, she totally loves me," he confirms.
"I wouldn't go that far."
"Mean!" he cries, poking my stomach.
I throw one leg over his lap so I'm straddling him. "I'll make it up to you," I promise as I lean down to connect our lips. His tongue slides into my mouth with ease, lips moving together perfectly. After a few minutes he moves down to my neck, giving me a chance to catch my breath.
"Harry, El is going to be home soon."
He pulls back and reaches for the bottom of my shirt. "I guess we'd better be quick then." He gives me a sly smile while he lifts the material from my body and chucks it across the room. He examines my chest. "Is that a new bra?"
I blush and cover myself up a bit. "Yeah."
"Well, let me have a look," he says, reaching to remove the cover my arms are currently providing.
"No," I protest, giggling. I don't care about Harry seeing me, but it's funny when he doesn't get what he wants. Eventually he gets my arms away from my chest. His eyes go a little wide at the sight of the lacy material.
"Do you like it?" I ask shyly, examining his face. He nods and looks back up at me. "Well?"
"It's umm..." his voice falters and he clears his throat, blushing. "It's very nice."
"Nice? It's nice? If I wanted to hear you call my bra nice, I wouldn't have spent forty-five dollars on it."
He laughs nervously and puts a hand behind my neck to pull my face down to his. He kisses me softly for a minute before pulling back.
"It's incredibly sexy."
"Much better." I smile and kiss him again, much rougher this time. His hands slide along my waist, freely exploring the newly exposed skin. I pull at the bottom of his shirt and he sits up a bit so I can pull it off. I throw it over to wear my shirt landed and continue kissing him down his neck. He moans when I find his sweet spot.
"You know, as much as I love the bra, I think it would look better on the floor," he says hungrily in my ear. I feel him reach behind me and attempt to unclasp it, but after about ten seconds he's still struggling. I pull away and look at his face, biting my lip to hide a smile when I notice his furrowed brows. When he can't undo it he slaps his hands on the cushions on either side of us. "What the hell is wrong with this thing!"
"Having some trouble?" I tease.
"It's like there's tape or something," he defends.
"It's a standard bra clasp, Harry. It's the same as all my other ones."
He shakes his head. "Let me see it," he says, making a turning motion with his hands.
"That's romantic." He blushes again and sighs in frustration. "Aww, Harry," I coo, "Are you nervous?"
He smiles shyly and leans his head back. "I can't help it when you look so fucking hot," he explains, eyes roaming my exposed upper half. The front door suddenly swings open, making me gasp and dive off of Harry and onto the couch beside him. He laughs and looks behind him, waving.
"Well, well," I hear Louis say. "What do we have here?"
"Harry!" I whisper. He turns and raises his eyebrows at me. "Can you get me my shirt?"
He smiles and gets up to get both of our shirts off the floor. I quickly slide mine on and stand up while Harry does the same.
"What were you two up to?" El asks suggestively,
"Fooling around," Harry answers simply.
"Harry!"
"What? No need to be embarrassed babe," he says, wrapping an arm around me.
"Well, if anyone should be embarrassed it's you. You're the one who couldn't get my bra undone if your life depended on it," I counter. He shakes his head at me and Louis and El laugh.
"You couldn't get her bra off?" Louis asks. "Mate, that's so...fourteen-year-oldish of you."
"Shut up, Louis."
Harry's POV
I run my fingers lightly along Lana's back while her head rests against my chest. We've been in bed for about five minutes and she's already asleep. She was studying for hours tonight, so I don't doubt that she's tired. I kiss the top of her head and lay my head down, closing my eyes so I can do the same. Suddenly I feel her tracing the outline of my butterfly tattoo.
"Lana?"
"Mhmm?"
"I thought you were asleep." She doesn't respond, just keeps running her finger along my skin. "Would you ever get one?" I ask, referring to the tattoo and looking down at her. She shrugs.
"I don't know. I don't handle pain very well. Plus, I don't know what I would get."
"You've never thought about it?"
"Well..." she contemplates. I knew she would have an idea or two. "Maybe like an anchor. Or a dove."
"Why those?"
"They symbolize hope."
Interesting. "Why hope?" I ask. "Wow, sorry. I feel like I'm drilling you right now."
She laughs and pulls her head back to look at me. "It's fine."
"So why hope, then?" I ask again, brushing some hair away from her face.
"I guess with everything that happened with my mom, and then the pregnancy, then you leaving....I guess the only reason I got through it all is because I still held out hope that things would be okay. Without it, I don't know how I would have functioned. Hoping for something doesn't make you foolish or immature. It's a sign of strength. Now I know that it's worth it."
"Why's that?"
She reaches up with one hand to place her pam against my cheek. "Because you came back to me."
I smile widely and place a kiss on her forehead. she snuggles back up to me, head once again resting on my chest.
"I love you, Lan," I whisper, smoothing her hair.
"I love you, too."
Notes
so i had two chapters done and then my computer died before i could save them...struggles of my life. geez. im hoping to get the next one up tomorrow morning!!
this one is kind of a filler, but i think it's kinda cute :) let me know what you think!
what do you think will happen next?
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thanks everyone so much for reading :)
Love this story :) Just finished after staying up during my exam time.....so addicted ^_^ Keep up the good work :D
3/28/15