*next weekend (beginning of may)

Harry's POV

"Hello?"

"Yeah, it's just me," I call, letting myself into Eleanor and Lana's apartment. El emerges from her room, still in her pyjamas. "You realize it's after 12, right?"

"Do you have a problem, Styles?"

"Nope, no problem." El really isn't a morning person. Like, at all. I sit at the table while she fixes herself breakfast. Well, most people would call it lunch, but she sleeps forever on weekends. "Is Lan here?"

"No, I think she went for a run. I could be wrong, though. I was half asleep when she left."

"Since when does Lana run?"

She shrugs and sits across from me. "She used to years ago. She stopped when we moved to the city."

"What are you guys doing today?"

"I'm back!" Lana shouts, coming inside. I turn and smile at her. "Oh, hey Harry," she says, smiling while she leans against the door so she can remove her running shoes. What is she wearing?

"Yeah, hi, is that what you wore running?" I ask, pointing to her clothes.

"No, I changed before I came inside," she says sarcastically, throwing her shoes on the ground. She goes to the fridge to get herself a bottle of water, then takes out some strawberries to wash and cut them. While she's doing this I take a look at the minimal amount of clothing. She's wearing blue running shorts that barely cover her ass and a white tank top that's big enough, but it's completely see through. On top of it she's wearing a bright pink bra that shows right through.

"So, that's what you wore?" I ask again when she turns around to put the bowl of strawberries on the table.

"Yes, Harry. What's wrong with it?" She asks the question, but the tone tells me she doesn't really care what I think about it.

"Well for starters I can see your ass."

"No you can't!" she defends, tugging the shorts down a little. She gets a banana for herself and for me and sits down between El and I.

"Yes, I can. And your shirt is completely see through. I can see your bra."

"It's the only sports bra I had that was clean. Plus, it's just a sports bra."

"It's a bra. There's no 'just'," I retort, using air quotes. "Where did you go running?"

"Just past the park and back."

"The park! Lana, it's Saturday! There were probably fifty guys there play football and stuff and you go running by like that!"

"Wow you're an ass," El says, standing and putting her bowl in the sink. Lana just rolls her eyes at me and starts asking Eleanor about exams. As if I'm done talking about her outfit. I take a bite of my banana and tap her shoulder a few times.

"What, Harry?"

"I'm not done discussing this," I say, pointing up and down her body. She just rolls her eyes and continues talking to El.

"I have my first one on the fourteenth, so I have some time yet, but mine are really spread out. I'm not done until the twenty-seventh," Lan says, finishing off her own banana.

"That sucks. I think I'm done the twenty-first. And I have to go home right away to start work."

"Is Louis going back right away, too?"

"He's done a few days after me, so he'll come home then. Anyway, I have to work, so I'm going to go get ready." El stands from the table and pops one last strawberry in her mouth as she heads to her bedroom.

"So, next time you go running," I continue after waiting patiently. Lana groans and stands to put both our banana peels in the garbage. "I think it would be best if you wore pants and a swetaer. Baggy, preferably, if you're going to run past half the men in London."

"Harry, I was running. There is nothing attractive about that."

"That's bull shit, but whatever. Do you have to work today?"

"Nope. tomorrow." She sits down on my lap and puts one arm around my shoulders. "I'm all yours today. What should we do?"

"I don't know. Is it nice out?"

"Yeah, very. It was sunny, actually, but not anymore. We could go to the park and show all of those guys that I have a boyfriend," she suggests, smiling and twisting one of my curls around her finger.

"I like that idea."

"That was a joke." She laughs and I pout while she gets up. "I need to shower."

I stand and silently follow her to the bathroom. She obviously doesn't hear me, because when she tries to swing the door shut but it doesn't close, she turns around with a confused expression. It turns to a small smile when she sees me.

"And what do you think you're doing?" She asks, putting her hands on her hips.

"You said we had to shower."

"I said I have to shower."

"Don't be selfish Lana," I say, shaking a finger at her and locking the door. "Besides, this way we save water. She rolls her eyes while she laughs a little at my reasoning.

"Well in that case.." She suddenly throws her arms around my neck, kissing me hard. I waste no time in letting her shorts fall easily to the floor. She lifts my shirt off and pulls my face roughly back down to hers. She starts fumbling with my belt buckle while she continues to kiss me. I sigh into her mouth when I feel that she's finally gotten it undone. These jeans are quite restricting at the moment. She's about to pull them off when El suddenly pounds on the door.

Lana groans quietly and sits on the edge of the tub while I open the door.

"If you two would kindly pry yourselves apart for two minutes so I can brush my teeth that would be fantastic," she says, pushing past me to the sink. I wait by the door for her to finish, tapping my foot impatiently. I look at Lana and she blushes when I've caught her staring. El takes her sweet old time, which really doesn't work for me.

"Okay, all clean," I say, taking the toothbrush out of her hands. "Finish up."

She rolls her eyes and rinses her mouth out, drying it quickly and walking out of the bathroom. "Use protection!" she calls as I shut the door. I laugh and shake my head, stumbling a little when Lana kisses me again, pushing me back against the door.

"This is new," I observe, smirking while she pulls my jeans off. I lean down to kiss her again, stepping out of my jeans and pulling her top off while I push her back slowly to the shower. I detour a little and push her against the wall, my hands on the wall on either side of her face and bodies pressed tight together. She tugs on my hair a little, never failing to elicit a deep moan from somewhere inside me. She pushes me back a little and I put my hands under her thighs to make her jump. She wraps her legs tight around my waist while I kiss her neck, gasping when I suck on the skin below her jaw. I push her harder against the wall with my hips, grinding them together. She whimpers softly and lifts my head so that I'll kiss her again, slower and softer this time. She unwraps her legs and slowly slides back down to stand on her own. She lifts her sports bra over her head, struggling a little with the tight material. I chuckle a little and she smacks my chest.

"Don't laugh at me."

"Sorry," I tell her, smiling and turning around to turn on the water. I kiss her again while the water gets to the right temperature. She tugs my briefs down, letting them fall to the floor.

"Oops," she says in a sorry-not-sorry tone. She pushes me back and walks to the shower, sliding her underwear down so it falls to the floor. I admire her while she steps behind the shower curtain. "Are you coming?" she asks, poking her head out.

"Right behind you."

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"You didn't happen to wash the clothes I've left here, did you?" I ask hopefully, sitting on the bed with a towel wrapped around my waist.

"I did, you spoiled brat," she says, chucking a black tshirt at my face. "I'm going to need that back, though."

I stand and slide it over my head, taking some boxers from her as well. "Why?"

She takes out some clothes for herself and I slide on my jeans. "Well, that needed to be washed but it's the one I've been sleeping in. Now it'll smell like you again, so I want it back," she explains, like it's the simplest thing in the world.

I smile and lay back on the bed while she dresses herself. "Fair enough."

My eyes wander around the room, catching on that box on the shelf. That box is going to be the death of me. Lana finishes getting dressed and walks out to the bathroom, me hot on her heels.

"Lan?"

"Yeah?" she answers, putting some sort of gel-like substance in her hair.

"What's in the box?" I watch carefully while she freezes for a second, panic slowly crossing her features. She thinks for a minute before answering.

"Just umm..just some stuff."

"What kind of stuff?"

"The personal kind," she snaps, turning on her blowdryer to effectively end that conversation. I walk out to the couch to avoid an argument. I don't get why she won't just tell me. When she's finally done with her hair and makeup, which she did in complete silence, she walks back to her bedroom without looking at me. Great, she's mad now. She emerges with a satchel slung her shoulder.

"Did you touch it?" she asks suddenly, pointing behind her.

"What?"

"Don't play dumb, Harry. The box, did you touch it?"

"No, of course not!" I say too quickly. She folds her arms and looks at me with a don't-fuck-with-me kind of expression. "Okay, fine, I did. But I didn't look inside it."

"What the hell! Why would you do that?"

"I know, it was dumb. I put it back before I opened it, though. I didn't see anything, I promise."

She rolls her eyes and huffs in frustration while she walks back into her room. When she comes back out she walks straight up to me, shoving the box into my stomach.

"Here. Go ahead," she says as I take it so she doesn't impale me with it.

"What?" I ask, confusion taking over my face.

"You want to know what's in it, go ahead. Clearly it doesn't matter if I want you to see it or not." She folds her arms and waits for me to do what she's saying. "Go ahead! Open it." This sounds more like a dare or challenge than an offer. I have a feeling this is one of those damned if you do, damned if you don't kind of situations. I look down at it and back to her. She raises her eyebrows expectantly.

I hold it out to her. "No, you don't want me to know. I'm okay with that."

"Are you?" she challenges, pointing to it.

"Yes. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have touched it."

"So you understand that its private?" So fucking sassy.

I set the box down on the coffee table and get ready for this fight, since she doesn't seem to be taking it back. "Yes."

"You're unbelievable," she huffs.

"What?"

"You've always been like this, Harry!"

I fold my arms. "Been like what?"

"You think you can do whatever the fuck you please! And you're so controlling! You think you can boss me around and I'll just do whatever you say because you do it in such a nice way that I don't really think twice! I don't know who you think you are. You don't own me. Sorry to tell you, but the world doesn't revolve around you, Harry."

Lana's POV

I regret the words as soon as they leave my mouth. I lift my hand to cover it when I've finished my rant. There's a mixture of anger, confusion and pain on his face. He nods a few times and walks out.

"Harry wait!" I call. He doesn't acknowledge me at all, just slams the door shut behind him. Wow, I'm such a bitch! Why did I say those things? Why can't I just tell him what's in the damn box? It's really as big of a deal as I'm making. But why did I say such harsh things to him> For really no reason. I mean yeah, Harry can be controlling, but I think it's cute. He doesn't get mad or hit me or anything. He's just...extremely opinionated. I always liked that about him. I like it when he gets a little jealous and protective. It's endearing.

I put the box back its place and put my bag on the bed so I can go up to apologize for my not so little outburst. I knock twice and let myself in, smiling at Mia and Niall. I walk over to the kitchen table where they're both sitting. Now that we've discovered her, Niall has been bringing her around a lot more. She's a year younger than us and she goes to a performing arts school in the city. She's completely perfect for Niall and she's a really nice girl.

"Hey guys. Harry's here, right?"

"Yeah, he seemed pissed. Did you guys fight?" Mia asks.

"Mia, don't pry," Niall teases, poking her arm.

"It's fine. We didn't really fight, I just kind of flipped out for a really stupid reason," I explain.

"I'm sure Harry isn't innocent," Niall says. Mia gives him a warning look and shakes her head slightly.

"I over reacted..." I say slowly, observing Niall. "Why are you being weird?"

"Look, I just think-"

"Niall, don't. Now is not the time," Mia says,

"I don't know what this is," I say, backing up and pointing between them. "But I will find out."

Niall's POV

I hear Lana go inside Harry's room and when the door shuts Mia whacks me in the back of the head.

"Ouch! What was that for?"

"Niall, you can't just dump your opinion on her when they're clearly fighting," Mia says, taking both our plates to the sink. "I know you don't approve of her getting back with him, but you need to keep that to yourself."

"He's just going to hurt her again. That's what he does."

"He loves her, Ni. They're happy. Let them be."

She walks over and plants herself on my lap, knowing it'll help sway me. I'm a little surprised when she leans down to kiss me. Mia told me that she really didn't date in high school, so she hasn't done a lot with guys. She's so innocent; I love that about her. She's also extremely shy about this stuff, so she doesn't initiate it a lot. I take my chances and attempt to deepen the kiss, but she pulls away.

"Sorry, sorry," I say quickly. She told me she needs to take this slow. "I'll behave," I tell her, smiling slightly. She blushes and gets up, leaving me cold without her. Lana suddenly comes running out of Harry's room, not stopping to say bye. She leaves quickly and I know her well enough to know that she was crying. Harry emerges a minute later.

Harry's POV

I lay on my back, staring up at the ceiling. Why would she say those things? Does she really think that? Am I controlling? I don't tell her what to do. Lana isn't the kind of person you can do that to. She doesn't do things she doesn't want to. Why did she get so pissed? I hear the front door open and close, and I can hear Lan talking to Niall and Mia. After a minute or two there's a soft knock on my door.

"What?" I call rudely. Lana opens the door slowly and steps inside, shutting it softly behind her. I look at her for a few seconds, then slowly look back up at the ceiling.

"I'm sorry," she says quietly. "I don't know why I got so crazy." I nod and stay quiet. "Harry?"

I'm actually kind of pissed. I sit up and slide to the edge of the bed, running my hands through my hair in an attempt to keep calm. "Why would you say those things? Do you really think that's what I'm like? I don't think that I own you, Lana. That would be ridiculous."

"I didn't mean that, Harry. I was just angry."

"Do I say mean shit like that to you when I'm angry?" I spit, standing up. "Do you really believe that I think the world revolves around me? You think I'm that self-ivolved?" She opens her mouth to speak, but I know that if we continue this conversation I'm just going to get more angry. "You should just go."

"You want me to leave?"

I walk over and open my door for her. "Only if you want to. Wouldn't want you to think I was bossing you around. You're free to do as you please." Sarcasm is dripping from my words and she just looks at me in disbelief. "You know what? If I'm so controlling and unbearable, why don't you go find Chase? He probably wouldn't tell you what to do."

She bites her lip and I see a tear start to roll down her cheek while she walks out of my room. Fuck, I'm such an asshole. Now she's crying. Why did I have to make that worse? She was apologizing.

I take my phone ad my wallet and decide to get out of here and calm myself so I can talk to her. On my way out Niall stops me.

"I'm not in the mood, Ni," I say firmly. He blocks my path to the door. "Move."

"She can do better than you, Harry. You know that, right? But she puts up with your bull shit."

"What the-" I sigh and push him out of the way. "Stay out of it, Niall."

Notes

oh boy. stupid lana. stupid harry.
drama drama drama

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