HARRY’S POV:
I had actually been pretty nervous to surprise Anna; because I wasn’t sure how she was going to react. This whole Thanksgiving issue was a pretty sore subject, so I hoped she wouldn’t be mad or upset. Thankfully, it seemed like she was the opposite. Everything went perfectly. Even now, after eating so much I felt like I couldn’t move, everyone was still happy and blissful as we sat around the table talking. Anna seemed so happy that spending hours in our kitchen ruining most of the food, was completely worth it. I would glance over at her every few minutes as she talked to everyone around the table, and she would smile and blush. I loved that I was the one who was able to make her do that.
It was 6:15, and already almost dark out; which let me know that winter was on the way. Everyone was lying around the flat, watching TV or falling asleep. Anna and I were sitting on the couch, the TV on with her head in my lap, her hair falling across my legs. I twirled a lock of her hair around my finger aimlessly.
Slowly, everyone eventually left for the night. Liam and Danielle went back to his place. Niall and Zayn were going out to some pub for a few drinks, and Louis and Eleanor had left a while ago to go back to her flat. It was just the two of us now. Anna looked up at me, raising her eyebrows.
“What’s that look, missy?” I asked jokingly.
“I dunno…” She said, the corners of her mouth twitching upwards into a grin. I smiled back at her and leaned down for a kiss.
Pretty quickly, it turned into something more intense. She was basically straddling me, her hands knotted in my hair. I felt her body press against mine, and I had an immediate reaction to it. It was suddenly really hot in here, so I pulled away for a split second to pull of my sweater. My white shirt underneath was still too much; so that quickly came off too. Anna slowly unbuttoned a few buttons on her shirt, revealing just a tiny bit of her pink lace bra.
“You little tease.” I said into her ear when she left it just like that as we kissed. I heard her giggle in my ear.
“I’m not a tease!” She protested.
“Oh really? Prove it.” She took this as a challenge, and unbuttoned the rest of the buttons of her top. It fell to the floor, revealing her practically naked body.
No matter how many times she sat in front of me like this, Anna always managed to take my breath away. She was so gorgeous. Like now; with her blonde hair falling over her shoulders, her blue eyes glowing in the darkness. She got up slowly and held her hand out.
“Come here.” She whispered. I took her hand and she led me into my bedroom. When she finally let go, she moved her fingers to the waistband of my pants and fumbled with the zipper.
“You need a little help?”
“What the hell is wrong with this thing?” She said, laughing as I helped her out a little.
Then, like I always do, I got completely lost in the moment with Anna, and the rest of the night seemed to fly by.

ANNA’S POV:
It’s been a few days since ‘Thanksgiving”, and it honestly had been some of the best days that I can ever remember having. It was like my entire life was one of those cheesy movie couple montages’ that shows them like, running in parks, and sharing milkshakes, or whatever; although Harry and I haven’t actually done either of those things. But everything with Harry really was great.
School, on the other hand, was sort of an issue (mostly because I seem to have forgotten about it.) Thankfully, I would get a break from school in just two weeks, when I flew home for Christmas. But that also meant 2 weeks away from Harry. And on top of that, 2 weeks within arguing distance from my parents. And i’m sure after being away for this long, they had a ton to make up for.
So, to take advantage of the time we have now, we were all going out to the pub. It was a Friday night so it was bound to be packed.
“ZAYN! STOP PRIMPING AND GET YOU’RE ASS OUT HERE! WE NEED TO GOOO!” Louis yelled from the door. Zayn was acting even more vain than usual because we were meeting up with this girl he’s been ‘going out’ with lately. I use the term ‘going out’ VERY loosely mostly because as far as we know, they just hook up a lot.
“Pippa will want you no matter what you beautiful boy!” Niall shouted from the hallway.
“Her names Poppy, asshole.” Zayn said with a sly smile as he practically strutted out the door and down the stairs to the waiting cabs.
“Ready to see Zayn turn on the charm?” Liam asked me as we drove down the street, slick from the day’s rain.
“I’m not sure I am.” I joked.
“Trust me. You’re not.” Zayn said with a cocky smile on his face.
A few minutes later we pulled up in front of the pub where Harry and I had first met. I turned to see that he was looking right at me, smiling. I took his hand and squeezed. Without saying a word, I knew he was thinking the same thing as me.
“Alright, love birds, let’s get a move on.” Louis said slapping Harry’s back to get him to get out of the car. He did, and then he held out a hand to help me out, as to not slip on the curb.
“Thanks.”
“No problem” Harry said into my ear, his husky voice giving my goose bumps.
I have to admit; hanging out with One Direction did have its perks. One was not having to wait in line to get into pubs. We were immediately let in and escorted to a VIP table.
“Thanks mate.” Harry said, slipping a bill into the bouncer’s hand as a tip. This gave me a chance to eye him up and down. Harry looked good tonight, like…better than usual; which was pretty difficult to do. He was wearing a ‘Typical Harry Styles’ outfit; a dark grey blazer with a denim button-up shirt underneath, and a pair of dark maroon cords, and, of course, his white converse.
He turned around and I averted my gaze to the packed dance floor.
“Were you just checking my out?” He asked with a huge smile on his face.
“No!”
“You WERE!” He said.
“I was not!” I said, but I could feel myself blushing.
“It’s alright babe, I was checking you out earlier too.” I turned towards him and realized he had sat down next to me, so he was a lot closer than I had expected.
‘And?” I asked.
“And… you look good. Very good.” I felt myself blush even harder, but tried my best to suppress it. Sometimes I wished I could be more confident, or act like these types of things didn’t affect me, but with Harry, it was impossible. I could feel him leaning forward when-
“Oh my god ZAYNERS!” We jumped apart, turning our heads in the direction of the loud screech. It was a girl, running towards Zayn.
I’m assuming this was Poppy. She had long red hair that flowed down her back almost to her butt. I didn’t get a good look of her face, but I could make out a pair of brown eyes that were heavily lined with makeup. She wore a short silver bodycon dress that hit just low enough as to not show off, um, too much, and she towered over me in a pair of black platform stilettos.
Zayn opened his arms up for a hug. The girl bounced up and down on her heels in excitement.
“Uh, guys. This is Poppy.” Zayn said, motioning towards everyone sitting around them. “This is Niall, Liam, Danielle, Eleanor, Louis, Anna, and Harry.” He said, introducing us as he went around the table. Everyone responded with a small smile or wave toward the girl, all of which went pretty much ignored. Zayn had his hand on the small of her back, dangerously close to her ass, and I could tell Poppy loved the attention.
“Hi everyone! It’s great to meet you. I’ve heard so much about you.” She giggled. “Wanna go get a drink?” She asked Zayn, who immediately nodded in agreement and they stalked off together as Poppy whispered something into Zayn’s ear.
“Wow.” I heard Niall say.
“You think she’s hot?” Danielle asked.
“Um. Did you SEE her?” He responded.
“Yeah…”
“Oh, come ON. You cannot tell me she isn’t fit!”
“Do you really want me to answer that Niall? And ruin all your fun?”
“Good point. Don’t answer it.” He said.
“Anna! Wanna come get something from the bar with me?” Danielle asked, getting up from her seat.
“Yeah, sure.” I unclasped my hand from Harry’s and sat up, making sure to pull my skirt down as I did.
“So, you don’t think that Poppy girl is pretty, do you?” Danielle asked in a hushed voice as we walked away; which was pretty unnecessary because the pub was so loud from the people and the music that you could barely hear yourself think.
“Honestly?” I asked.
“Of course.”
“No really. Looks a little, I dunno, fake. But if Zayn likes her, who am I to judge?” I shrugged.
“Yeah, I guess…” We walked up to the bar and Danielle ordered 2 drinks, I couldn’t even hear what. Aimlessly, I turned my head to the left, and was shocked to see Zayn and Poppy backed up in the corner, making out pretty intensely for being out in public.
“Oh my god!” I said, grabbing Dani’s arm so she could see.
“Geez! PDA or what?!”
“I know, seriously…” We looked away quickly as the two pulled apart, focusing on our drinks.
“Well… Poppy and Zayn… I’m thinking they’ll be called ‘Zoppy’; which is even worse than mine, ‘Diam’ or Linelle’.”
“Okay, at least you have a couple name! Nothing sounds good with Anna and Harry. So they just gave up!” Danielle and I giggled as we drank, leaning against the bar. Suddenly, Poppy slid up next to us.
“Hey there! Anna, and… Danielle, right?” We both nodded.
“Yay! I’m trying to learn everyone’s name, but there’s just so many! We’re gonna need to boot a few off the island so I can remember everyone.” Poppy said this with a smile, but an underlying strange tone that I couldn’t exactly make out.
“Um, yeah… So, uh… We’re gonna go sit down.” Danielle said, pulling me along with her.
“So, what do you guys think?” Zayn was saying when we sat back down.
“About what?” Danielle asked.
“Poppy.”
“Oh, uh…-“
“She is right fit, mate! How in hell did you pull a girl who looks like that?!” Niall practically jumped out of his seat.
“I’m not even going to answer that.” Zayn laughed, slapping Niall. Danielle and I exchanged a glance as the boys continued talking about Poppy. We saw her from across the room, talking to who I assumed were her friends she had come with tonight.
“You okay?” Harry asked.
“Hm? Oh, yeah! Great.” I smiled up at him, trying to have a good time. But for some reason, what Poppy had said kept ringing in my head.
What the hell had she meant by that?

HARRY’S POV:
So far the night had been…weird, to say the least. From the moment we were introduced to Poppy, Zayn’s latest girl, Anna, El, and Dani had all seemed to be acting weird.
I couldn’t imagine that it was jealousy. I mean, Poppy was fit, but she wasn’t really my type. Not that I would be interested even if she was ‘my type’, but it was something else that was bothering them.
“Hey, you sure everything’s alright?” I asked Anna for the second time. Just like last time, she just looked at me, smiled, and said ‘yeah, everything great’. I saw the look she had given Danielle when Poppy came back over to our table later that night, and I had to admit, I was concerned. She sat down on Zayn’s lap, sort of all over him. Even I thought it was a bit much.
It seemed like Zayn was happy, so we were happy. That was like, the band code of honor.
“So, this thing serious?” Liam asked Zayn. The girls had gone to the bathroom, and Poppy was with her other friend’s; so for now, it was just the guys.
“Serious? What do you mean?”
“I mean, do you want her for anything but a snog.” He smirked and rubbed the back of his neck.
“I dunno. I mean, she’s fun and…whatever…”
“She’s fucking hot. That’s what she is.” Niall butted in, a little tipsy after a few drinks.
“Yeah, Nialler. I have eyes.” Zayn laughed, tipping Niall over so he was lying down on the booth, giggling uncontrollably.
We saw the girls making their way back to the table, so the conversation ended there.
“You wanna get out of here?” Anna asked, putting her hand on my thigh. I was a little surprised by her forwardness; it was sort of unlike her, not that I was complaining.
“Uhhh… Yeah. Sure. Let’s get outta here.”

ANNA’S POV:
El, Dani, and I were standing in front of the bathroom sinks, reapplying lip gloss and fluffing hair, when the door opened and Poppy walked through.
“Hey there, girlies!” She said in a high-pitched voice, and stopping in front of the mirror next to me.
“Hi.” I mumbled.
“Having fun?” She asked, directing the question in my direction.
“Uh huh. You?”
“Ugh, TONS! But to be honest, I’m more looking forward to later tonight.”
“What’s tonight?” Eleanor asked.
“Oh nothing. I just have a few…surprises, for Zayn- if you know what I mean.” She looked at us from the corner of her eye, the corners of her mouth turning up into an evil-looking smile.
“Ugh. Okay. Well THAT was a little too much information.” Eleanor said in disgust.
“I thought this was girl talk. Geez. Do we have a few prudes on our hands?” She giggled. I looked at her in shock that she had actually said that. “Girlies! I’m KIDDING! No way could you keep one of the One Direction boy’s if you weren’t willing to-“
“Okay! Stop. Seriously.” Danielle said, raising her voice.
“Ohh. Touchy, are we?”
“No. You’re just acting ridiculous. What we do with our boyfriends is none of you business. We don’t even know you!”
Poppy took a deep breath, blinking her eyes a few times and pursing her lips. “Alright. How about we just, start over? I REALLY want to be friends with you girls. We’re all in this together, right?” Even though the words she was saying were what we wanted to hear, it was that same tone she had used earlier that made me believe that she was all kinds of fake. “It isn’t any of my business if you and Harry don’t…you know… that often. I know that now.”
“We do-“ I stopped myself before I said anything else. “I’m just gonna go.”
“Me too.” Eleanor said.
“Me too.” Danielle followed.
I’m not sure why, but what Poppy had said about Harry had actually sort of got to me; which was why I did what I did when we got back to the table. For some reason I felt this need to like, prove her wrong or something. Which I know is insane, but I couldn’t help it. So, that is pretty much how Harry and I ended up making out in the back of the cab on the way back to his place.
“What’s gotten into you?” He said with a laugh as we pulled apart to take a breath.
“What?”
“I dunno… just-“
“You want to stop?” I said with a smile, raising my eyebrows.
“Hell no.” He said quickly, leaning back in for another kiss.
“That’s what I thought.” I kissed him back, wrapping one leg around his waist. He moved his hand to my now-pretty-much-exposed thigh as I moved from my side of the car, onto his lap.
“I’m going to need to ask you to get out of my car!” The driver said, whipping me out of the trance I felt like I was under.
“Oh, yeah. I’m- I’m really sorry.” I said, wiping my mouth and trying to suppress a giggle, as Harry handed the man a few bills. We jumped out of the car, laughing the whole way upstairs. When we finally got inside, I grabbed Harry by the lapels of his blazer and pulled him against me. I wasn’t doing this to prove Poppy wrong. I wasn’t. I was doing this because I wanted to be spontaneous with Harry. I wanted to go a little crazy sometimes, and mostly, I don’t want to turn into one of those boring couples who can never do anything new or exciting.
So, with that in mind, I stepped out of my heels, making myself even shorter than I already was compared to Harry. I pulled off my coat, throwing it on the floor, and then easing Harry’s blazer off his shoulders. I felt his hand easing up the bottom of my dress. I could tell he was being careful, he thought I was going to stop him and wait until we were in the safety of his room, but I didn’t stop him. He pulled my dress over my head, revealing my matching black bra and panties which I was now extremely thankful that I had worn (rather than the nude ones I had almost put on), because I hadn’t really been thinking I would be staying over at Harry’s tonight.
I watched as his gaze moved down my body. I tried my best to stay calm and not try and cover up, even though I always felt a little nervous when I was exposed like this.
“You’re so sexy.” He said quietly, his hands resting on my hips.
“I love you.” I said in response. With that, he picked me up gently and sat me up on the dining room table we stood next to. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulled of his shirt, and kissed him, more forcefully than I had before. My tongue slid against his and he gripped me tighter, pressing me against him. Without really thinking, I ground against him slightly. I heard a moan escape Harry’s throat; it was deep and filled with…lust?
“Are you trying to torture me?” He asked, his eyes shut as I nibbled on his bottom lip.
“No, of course not. I would never do something like that”, I said, pressing against him a little more. I could tell I was driving him a little crazy, which I had to say I was sort of proud of.
“Oh, really?” he grinned. Before I knew what was happening, he scooped me up and carried me over to the couch, where we resumed.
As the night went on, things only got better. I don’t know if it was the spontaneity of it all, or what; but I felt different tonight. I felt more, willing, and way less nervous than I ever have.
I really liked that feeling.