EMMA'S P.O.V.


I don't stop kissing Zayn until my lips feel raw and my jaw is sore. It had to have been hours; hours of just kissing and a few gentle touches. Zayn hasn't tried anything more that that, and for once in my life I'm truly happy about that. Of course I want to go further with Zayn, but right now, this feels perfect. It feels special and important, while past experiences have seemed rushed and uninteresting.

"Em-"

I peck his lips once more, with hardly any feeling in mine anymore, "Yeah?"

"Don't wanna go too far and if we don't stop now, I don't think I'll be able to hold back. I've already been hard for like an hour."

I giggle and kiss his forehead this time instead, resting my head on his chest afterward.
We lay on the couch for a few minutes in contemplative silence, broken only by Zayn's sighs and soft kisses to the top of my head.

"Zayn, we should watch movies or something."

He nods in agreement and I roll toward the inside of the couch in order to let him stand up. He walks over to the telly stand and opens the cabinet doors, "Comedy, Drama, sci-fi, or Horror?"
I shrug and tell him to pick. He chooses some mixture of a sci-fi/Horror film that is apparently all in French subtitles and I know I'm going to hate it, but it really doesn't matter. If Zayn is going to be happy watching it, then there is no way I'll be put out by it. He also suggests that we watch it in his room in case we fall asleep and I immediately agree, "Are you actually going to sleep in the bed tonight?"

He chuckles and intertwines our fingers together as we walk to his bedroom, "Yeah, I'd say we've knocked down the boundaries a bit already."

I lift up onto the balls of my feet and briefly peck his scruffy cheek, blushing when he clears his throat, obviously affected by my actions.

Once we're both inside his room, I scurry to the bed and slide under the sheets I had messed up the night before, "It's freezing in here; come cuddle me."

It's not as if I'm going to freeze to death; but, it is a little chilly and, yeah, I really just want his body against mine again.

"Alright, alright," he slips the disc into the player and physically jumps onto the bed, making me squeal with laughter. He quickly calmed down, though, kissing my forehead and pulling the sheets over both of our bodies, "C'mere, then."

I scoot myself back into his arms and accidentally grind back against his hard cock. He hisses and I can feel his entire body tense in shock, "Zayn, it wouldn't be terrible if I just like helped you out-"

"No, it's fine. I just haven't gotten laid in a long time and you do things to me. Em, let's take this slow, yeah?"

I nod slowly, laying back against his shoulder as he slides an arm around my waist.
I fall asleep before the killer alien actually attacks one of the space ship crew members; but, I know it'll happen at some point, so I'm not missing anything. How could I be missing out on something with Zayn holding me close and breathing down my neck.


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HARRY'S P.O.V.


"Thanks for letting me come over here, Abs. I'm sorry."

I drop my bag just inside her room and collapse on her bed. I feel like shit and couldn't just go home to be alone. Besides, Louis knows where I live and could show up there.

"Of course, Harry. You're always welcome here," Abrielle yawns and climbs back into her bed, cuddling with a raggedy stuffed bunny.

"Sorry I woke you up, though."

She giggles and closes her eyes, still grinning, "It's fine. I was just out all night with Niall, so I didn't
go to bed until like eight this morning. I've still slept a long time, though. Talk to me, babe, what's up?"

I turn to face her, resting my head on my arm, "Hold up; out all night? You guys are getting pretty serious, huh?"

She smiles brightly and opens her eyes, giddy almost, "Yes, the past few weeks have been blissful. We, um- we kinda had sex for the first time and it was just- God, it was amazing."
I smile, trying to mask the disgust that fills my mind at the thought of Niall fucking a girl- the girl who is slowly becoming my best friend. I am happy for her, though; for both of them, "That's great, Abby. I'm glad you guys are so happy. You're perfect for him- he needs someone to keep him in check."

We both chuckle at how true that statement really is and I'm glad someone can distract me from Louis, even if only for a moment.

"So," Abrielle breaks the brief silence, "What happened? What's got you so down? Please tell me that that girl's dad isn't the typical jackass perv he's supposed to be."

I laugh bitterly, rolling onto my stomach and burying my face in the pillow, "No, he's perfect. That's the problem. He's literally the entire package- sexy, kind, smart, funny..."

"Am I missing something? How is any of that a problem?"

I sigh dramatically and honestly feel a few tears surfacing, "He's gonna realize that he's too good for me. I don't want to get more invested in this man than I already am just for him to find a guy that's a bit older and a bit hotter."

Abby sits up abruptly and smacks the back of my head playfully, "You're kidding right?" I shrug and she continues, "Why the hell do you think I went on more than one awful date with you?" I shrug again and she practically pushes me off the bed, "Because you're hot! Harry, I'm not lying to you. You're by far the hottest- I mean second hottest- lad at our school."

I laugh at her slipping up and almost calling me hotter than her own boyfriend.

"But, this isn't college, Abs. He's a fucking lawyer, for crying out loud. Like he's a grown man with a significant income and I'm a pathetic kid."

That's when I get a call from Louis. Abrielle and I stare at my phone silently, but I don't answer. The second a voicemail notification pops up, we jump to check it. I put the phone on speaker and we huddle around it, listening carefully.

“Harry, it’s me. Please, please, come back. Everything is perfectly fine. I mean it, Harry. You haven’t ruined anything. You’ve just brightened it. You make everything better. Please, just come back. I’ll stay up until I hear from you. Um- bye.”

Abby coos and wraps her arm around my shoulder, "He sounds so great. He really likes you, Harry. Don't beat yourself up for no reason."

I tell Abrielle all about Cece showing up to Louis' place and about how I left and why. She sits there while I lay back in frustration, "Harry, I understand the way you feel, but you have to realize that he likes you so much."

"I don't know, Abby. I just don't want to get my heart broken," I pull the pillow from under my head and place it over my head instead, groaning in frustration, "The sex, or fooling around or whatever, is so good, though."

Abby gasps and tugs the pillow away from me, "Tell me everything, Harry Styles! What happened?!"

My cheeks turn red and I lay flat on my stomach, my face turned the opposite way as I practically whisper, "Blow-jobs and I rimmed him."

"WHAT! Oh my god! Harry, that's so great! Was he really good with his mouth? What was it like rimming him? Tell me everything!"

I shake my head in embarrassment, but I know she won't let this go until I say something, "His mouth is the greatest thing ever, only next to his ass, and that's all I'm going to say for now, so please don't push it."

She squeals and rolls on top of me, "I won't yet! I'm so happy for you. You're seriously stupid if you think that a perfectly sane thirty-year-old father would do all of that with you and want you to stick around if he wasn't serious about you. Like you said, you're young and he's risking a lot with his daughter by being with you. Don't ruin it just because you're afraid, okay?"

I sniffle and nod slowly. I suppose she's right and I at least owe Louis a phone call for right now.

"Alright, I'll call him; but, can I stay here tonight? I think we need at least a day apart after I embarrassed myself and I don't want to go home and be alone."

Abby lays down next to me and kisses my cheek, pulling me into a hug, "Of course, Harry. You can stay as long as you want."

I smile and go to my recent calls, pressing "Louis<3" before I can change my mind. It only rings twice before his breathy voice is in my ear, "Harry? Are you okay? Where are you? I'll come get you."

I chuckle softly and take a deep breath, "I'm okay, I'm at a friends, and I'm going to stay here tonight."

"Oh," is all he responds with. I know his feelings are hurt.

"Lou, it's nothing personal. Just take a few days to think this all over without me there. I meant it, I don't want to ruin your life for a fling... if that's what this is. But, if you still want me after taking everything into consideration, and I mean want me for real, then meet me at the Starbucks in Warrington on Tuesday after school."

"Harry-"

"Just say okay. Please, Louis. I need to think, too. We need this so we can make rational decisions."

He sighs loudly and clears his throat, "Why are you the mature, responsible one of us two?"

I chuckle in relief and swallow thickly, "I hope to see you Tuesday, Louis."

"You will, Harry. Have fun with your friend," he pauses briefly and continues, "Not one I need to be worried about, right?"

I glance up at Abby's grinning face and laugh dryly, "Not at all. She's just a friend."

He'd kill me if he knew what I'd told Abby. He lets out a breath I hadn't realized he was holding and there's a brief silence.

"Bye, Louis. Have a good night."

It's awkward to say something so casual and common; but, he gets the point and mumbles a goodbye before I hang up.

Abby hugs me again and lays back on the other pillow, "Sleepover time! Will you bake cookies with me? I'm craving chocolate chips. I bet I'm starting my period soon-"

"Woah, newly gay best friend and did not need to know that, Abs."

She giggles and I grin, hugging her and thanking her again for letting me stay. It feels good to have a friend I can trust with all of this and I tell her this.

"You're so welcome, Harry. I'm glad I have you, too," she rolls off of the bed and tosses her stuffed bunny onto the mattress, "Cookie time; let's go. I'm sure my mum will want to see you, too."

So, that's how Abby and I spend the rest of the evening, baking cookies, drinking wine with her mum (she's always been the coolest), and watching shit reality telly. It's exactly what I needed. But, that only distracts me from Louis for one night. I still have days to avoid missing him.

I should have told him Monday.

Notes

Seriously hating how long it takes for me to update. love you guys, though. xx
it's 3 am soooo i need sleep! lol working for like 10 hours tomorrow :(
HOW ARE YOU GUYS? I miss talking to you all :*