Lana's POV

What the fuck?! What's happening. This cannot be happening. I will cut a bitch.

Why isn't he pushing her away! What is he doing! She looks like she's got a death grip on his face and to be honest he looks like he's trying to pull away...but he's holding drinks in either hand.

I don't give a fuck, though! Drop the damn cups. Get her away. Wait, why am I watching this?

I storm right up to the little slut and yank her backwards by her fake ass hair. She yelps and stumbles backwards and I immediately put myself between her and Harry.

"Lana, I-"

I spin and glare at Harry. "Don't." He looks defeated as I turn back around to the little witch that thinks she can take whatever she wants. "What the fuck do you think you're doing? Didn't your little minion report back to you that he's mine?"

She laughs darkly and crosses her arms. "She did. Let's just say it didn't bother me."

"Are you serious right now?"

"Do you have any idea how much I despised you in high school? Perfect little Lana always got what she wanted. Most popular girl in school even though you did nothing to deserve it. You were a goodie-goodie and it was so irritating but everyone loved you! You got all the attention and every girl in school wanted to be like you. Then Harry comes to town, probably the hottest guy I've ever seen, and you get him too."

At this point everyone is watching the exchange. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"I want you to know how it feels to not get what you want. Or rather, to have what you want taken away from you," she explains slowly. She takes two steps towards me folds her arms over her chest.

"You think by kissing him you took him away from me?" I ask her, pointing behind me with my thumb at Harry.

"Not necessarily, but I bet it felt real nice watching him kiss me."

I laugh and shake my head. "You are pathetic. I would feel bad for you, but you're a whore and you're a bitch, so I really don't."

"What did you say to me?"

"You heard me. Now get your fat ass away from us before I hurt you."

She smiles wickedly at me. "I would like to see you try."

"Well I'm not a trashy ho like you, so I think we'll just be on our way." I give her a fake smile and turn to Harry, who's raising an eyebrow at me. I take one step and am suddenly shoved forwards against his body. I'm about to turn and beat the shit out of that girl, but Harry holds me tight against him.

"Don't let her get to you," he says quietly. "Let's just go outside."

I take a deep relaxing breath and nod once at him. He takes my hand and starts to lead me away.

"Congratulations by the way. He's a great kisser."

I stop in my tracks and I can see Harry sigh by his shoulders. I wait patiently and he turns around while releasing my hand.

"Alright. Go ahead." I turn and walk up to Trish, who has a smug smile on her face knowing she got under my skin. I intend to wipe it right off. She stares at me for about five seconds before the back of my hand connects sharply with her left cheek. She lifts her hand to the spot and looks at me in shock.

"You're right. He is a good kisser. Good thing he's mine. Now back off."

She stares at me in shock while I walk away. Wow, I was totally expecting her to fight back. Granted, I've got four inches on her and she's smaller than a grape but she's feisty. I will give her that. But she looks extremely surprised that I hit her.

"Enjoy the rest of your night," I say sweetly. I wiggle my fingers at her the same way she did to me earlier and walk back to Harry. He's trying to hide a smile but is failing miserably. I drag him outside and try to ignore all the stares. When we're at the pool I release his hand so I can pace around to calm myself.

"That was umm..impressive," Harry says. He laughs slightly and I narrow my eyes at him.

"Not the time for jokes Harry."

"Sorry. Just for the record, I didn't kiss her back."

I stop pacing and roll my eyes at him. "You didn't exactly push her away."

"My hands were occupied. I was trying to pull away but honestly I wouldn't be surprised if my face was bruised from how tightly she was holding me." He reaches up and rubs one of his cheeks. "It was quite forceful."

"Aww, did the little girl hurt you Harry?" I tease, trying not to smile. I'm not angry with him I guess. It wasn't his fault.

He drops his hand and puts both on his hips. "Are you making fun of me?"

"Maybe a little."

"I was just attacked."

"Now you know how it feels," I joke. He shakes his head at me.

"That's not funny."

"Yeah, I know. So, this is a party. Maybe we should actually start having fun. Like normal people."

He smirks and walks towards me with a mischievous look in his eye. "You're probably right."

I take a step back and hold up a finger. "Whatever you're planning on doing right now, I'm saying no."

"Why? You don't even know what it is." He takes a larger step to put himself closer than an arms length away. He could easily reach out to me.

"Maybe not, but I don't like that look you've got in your eye." He closes the rest of the distance between us and puts one arm around me to rest on the small of my back. He puts the other one on my cheek and stares into my eyes.

"Do you trust me?" he asks quietly, leaning in close so I can feel his breath against my lips. I nod, not trusting my voice. "Good. I hope you like to swim."

Before I can scream in protest he picks me up with my back pressed to his front. He takes one step towards the pool and jumps up so both of us land with a heavy splash in the water. He did not just do that!! His arms disappear from my middle and I propel myself to the surface. Harry is already above water, laughing hysterically and treading beside me.

"You are so dead!" He continues to laugh while I swim to the shallow area. When I can stand I rub my fingers under my eyes because I can already feel the make up running everywhere. He swims over to me and lifts me in the water so I have no choice but to wrap my legs around his waist. Darn.

"The water looked nice," he says cutely with a small smile on his face. I roll my eyes and put my hands on his shoulders.

"You are nothing but trouble."

"You love me anyways." He holds my body close to his and sinks us a little deeper in the water.
"I guess you're alright," I tease, fiddling with his now soaking wet hair. "I don't appreciate you getting my clothes soaking wet though."

He laughs and slides his hands under my top. "I think I'll appreciate it when we get out."

"What happened here?" Louis yells to us. He is standing on the edge of the pool with Eleanor and they're both laughing at us. I point to Harry.

"He jumped in while he happened to be holding onto me," I explain. "The water is actually really warm though. Almost like a hot tub. You guys should come in."

"I don't think so," El says, shaking her head. "I don't want to swim."

As if on cue Niall comes up behind them and pushes them both forwards sending them hurtling into the water. Harry and I laugh and I give Niall a thumbs up. El and Louis both resurface and turn to see what happened. Niall waves and laughs.

"Niall, you are a dead man," El yells, splashing him. He takes off his shoes and jumps in as well in canon-ball form of course. He's laughing when he comes up for air and Louis attacks him. El swims over to me and Harry and attempts to fix her make-up.

"It's no use, El. We're both going to look like raccoons." She huffs and gives up. Louis and Niall swim over to us as well and we chat and joke around for a while with the five of us in the pool. In our clothes. Like it's the most normal thing in the world. In moments like this I get a little nostalgic. If Brooke was here it would feel just like old times. These are my best friends; they're practically family. I would do anything for these people.

"Well, we might as well go home now," El says after a while. "I don't feel like walking around soaking wet and this party sucks anyway."

We all pile into Harry's car, much to his dismay. He hasn't the Range Rover in a long time but apparently he's still just as protect over it. It's his fault we're wet though, so he can just suck it up. It's not that late, so we all go back to Harry's house. El and I go back to my house for some dry clothes and Harry lends some stuff to the guys. Before Eleanor and I reenter Harry's house, she stops me.

"So, what was that about with Trish?" she asks.

"She's a slut." I shrug and turn to the door, but she pulls me back again.

"What was that speech she gave, though?"

"I have no idea. I barely spoke to her in high school. I don't know why she hated me so much."

"Clearly she has issues. Like, move on already. It was two years ago."

I laugh and nod my head. "I could not agree more. Let's go inside."

"Wait." She takes hold of my arm again and I can see by the look on her face that she needs to talk about something a little more serious.

"What is it?"

"Did you know that Niall likes you?"

"I honestly had no idea. Harry thought so all along, but I thought he was just being paranoid. I really didn't have a clue. I mean it's Niall. He's like my brother."

"I know. I can't believe none of us realized before. What are you going to do?"

I shrug and put my damp hair up in a messy bun. "There isn't really anything to do. He said he never had any intention of doing anything about it, so I guess we just go back to normal."

"Can you do that? He's Harry's best friend and you guys are really close. I mean you realize something is going to change, right?"

"How?"

"Well for starters, you can't talk to him about Harry anymore. And knowing Harry he isn't going to let you hang out with him so easily."

"Harry can't tell me what to do, El. Niall is still my friend."

"What about all the stuff he said about you and Harry?"

"I already talked to him about that. Look, I know it's going to be a bit different, but Niall never intended on telling me how he felt. He knew nothing could happen between us and he was okay with that. Harry called him out on it so he admitted it but if that hadn't happened he wouldn't have ever told me or done anything about it. I realize that things aren't going to be exactly the same, but I really don't see what the big deal is."

She scoffs slightly and shakes her head at me. "I guess we'll have to see how it all plays out. Harry is a jealous boyfriend as it is. Now it's going to be ten times worse."

"I don't think so. Can we not talk about this anymore? You're stressing me out."

She laughs and gives me a hug. "Sorry. I just don't want things to be weird when we go back to London."

"Me neither."

"What about Mia? Do you think she knows?"

We both jump when the front door suddenly swings open.

"What are you ladies doing out here?" Louis asks. "If you're going to talk out here, at least talk louder so we can hear what you're saying."

"That would defeat the purpose," El says, kissing him on the cheek and walking into the house. I pat him on the head and follow her the the living room. Harry smiles at me as I sit on his lap.

"Where would you like to sleep tonight?" he whispers in my ear while everyone else chats amongst themselves. I put one arm around his shoulders and pinch his cheek.

"Wherever you would like." He pulls my hand away from his face.

"I don't like it when you do that."

"Give you what you want?"

"No," he chuckles. "When you pinch my face like that."

"But you're just so cute," I argue, pinching both cheeks. He pinches his eyes shut and endures my fun for a few seconds before I remove my hands. "Okay, I'm done."

"Thank you. So I'm thinking we stay here."

"Why?"

"My mom won't be back until late so we can be as loud as we want," he whispers hungrily. "Plus, we're leaving soon and I want to sleep in my bed. It's amazing."

"It is comfortable."

"And another thing, we're going to be doing all of our sleeping together at your apartment at school. So from now on I think we should sleep here when we're in Holmes Chapel and at yours when we're in London."

"Why can't we stay at yours in London?"

Harry's POV

"Is that a serious question?" Does she honestly think I want her sleeping in the same place as Niall.

She rolls her eyes at me. "Harry, can we not do this now?"

"Fine with me. Can I kick everyone out so I can have you all to myself?"

"Control yourself, mate. We aren't leaving," Louis announces. "We should play a game. Truth or dare?"

"Are we fourteen?" Lana snickers.

"Fine. Spin the bottle?" Everyone starts throwing things at him and he laughs and surrenders. "That was a joke! Okay, seriously. What should we do?"

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"Niall what the fuck is that?" I ask in frustration. We decided to play pictionary and even though it's girls vs. boys and we outnumber them, we are losing miserably. None of us can draw.

"Niall isn't allowed to talk!" Lana says. I stare at the board while he continues to elaborate on the so-called drawing. Louis and I aren't even guessing anymore. It's absolutely hopeless.

"Is it...pizza?" Louis asks tiredly. Niall rolls his eyes at us. "Don't look at me like that! You're the one who draws like a six year old!"

"Time's up!" El shouts. "Wow, you guys really suck at this."

"I'm exhausted. Haz, can we just crash here?" Niall asks.

"Yeah I don't care. The only spare bed is the one is Gemma's room, though."

"A gracious host would offer up their own bed," Louis says. I chuckle and lock eyes with Lana.

"Yeah, I'm going to be needing it."

She blushes and hides her face against El's arm while the rest make some inappropriate noises and comments. She holds up her middle finger blindly which makes everyone laugh.

"I'll sleep on the couch. You guys can take the bed," Niall offers.

"As much as I would like to, I don't feel like listening to Lana scream Harry's name all night," El says. Lana lifts her head and punches her in the arm. "Ow!"

"Well, you guys can decide amongst yourselves." I stand and walk over to Lana. She takes my extended hand. "Shall we?"

"You couldn't be more obvious, but okay," she says. "Goodnight guys."

"Use protection!" Louis calls as we walk up the stairs. "Lana's fine, but I don't want any miniature Harry's running around!"

Lana just laughs while I take my turn giving him the finger. Once we're inside my room she closes the door and I take this chance to give her something. I open my desk drawer and pull out a box for her. She takes it hesitantly.

"What is this?"

"Why don't you open it and find out?" I sit on the bed and she lifts the lid off the box. She smiles widely at me and takes the frame out of the box. I had a picture printed for her. It's one of us from our little private prom in my backyard. Lana is standing behind me on the steps so she's a tiny bit taller than me. Her arms are wrapped around my neck and hanging loosely in front of my chest. She's kissing my cheek.

"This is such a cute picture," she says. "This was one of the best nights of my life. Thank you." She looks at it for another minute before standing it on the desk and coming over to me. She climbs onto my lap and straddles me while brushing her fingers through my hair. She looks deep in thought.

"What's on your mind, love?"

She sighs and interlocks her fingers at the back of my neck. "Just what Lou said. Miniature you's running around." She laughs softly and studies my face intently. Her next words are less than a whisper. "I wonder if..."

"What?"

"Do you think it would have been a boy?" she asks quietly. "A little shit disturber with brown curly locks and mischievous green eyes."

I hold her tight against me and stand up, walking to the side of the bed and laying us down on it. I roll on top of her and brush the hair away from her face.

"I always pictured a little girl. With her mother's stunning beauty."

She smiles and cups my cheek with her hand. "Well maybe one day we'll have both," she whispers.

"I hope not. We'd be so screwed," I joke. "Imagine the teenage years."

She laughs and nods her head in agreement. "Yeah, I couldn't handle having a kid like you."

"That's mean."

"You're hard enough to deal with as it is," she teases while pulling my shirt off.

"Your no picnic, babe," I counter with a wink. I lean down and press my lips against hers. She takes the lead in parting my lips and tangling our tongues together. After a few minutes we're both breathless when she pulls back.

"I believe you promised me something," she says with a smile.

"I believe I did."

Notes

sooo this one took forever.
i think this story might be coming to an end. it seems like its time. i dont want to drag it on and ruin the story. ill also be starting another i think.

anyway let me know what you think of this one :) its kind of a filler so i feel likes its not too thrilling but HEY thats alright. i think.

if you have an idea for the ending you think would be KILLER message me :) if someone does give me an idea i dont want to give it away to everyone!