"I really want to kiss you right now."

Those words send my heart and stomach into a frenzy, butterflies the size of birds fluttering about inside me, my heart rate increasing tenfold. Did I really just hear that? Harry Styles wants to kiss me? Me?

That can't be right.

He rests his hand on the side of my face, thumb gently moving along my skin. His pupils dance between my own. Okay maybe he is serious. Is that possible? He smirks and chuckles softly.

"Is that allowed?" he asks quietly. I feel frozen in place right now. I have no idea what to do. Does 'want to' mean he's like...asking me permission? Is he really about to kiss me? Is this real life..

I continue staring up at him, all of my fear and insecurity I'm sure is written across my face. I'm really scared that I'm going to be terrible at it. I have no experience, seeing as I don't count the time when we were six. Here's this boy that's kissed I don't know how many girls..I saw him kiss Courtney and I could see that he knows what he's doing. What if I'm horrible at it? What if he kisses me and then is like ew what is wrong with her? He'll probably be able to tell right away.

"Adie...." He moves slightly closer and looks down at my lips again, then slowly back up to my eyes. He seems to be judging my reaction and I have no idea what kind of expression is on my face. I just wait for him to make a decision, not really sure how I feel or what to say at this point. He slowly starts moving forwards, slowly moving his lips towards mine. Everything stops for a second and all I can hear is my heart pounding in my ears. I watch as his eyes flutter closed and follow the action, lightly shutting my eyelids as I feel his breath against my lips.

I jump when I hear the door open behind me. Harry pauses and I can feel him sigh against my lips before laughing a little.

"You've got to be kidding me," he whispers, pulling back and looking up over the top of the couch. He sits up the rest of the way and I hear the door shut again. I lay there, frozen like an idiot, while Harry untangles himself from me.

"Oh, Harry! You're still awake?"

It's Anne. That's weird.

"Yeah, mum. We were watching a movie."

"Oh, is Adie there with you?" I raise my hand above the couch and wave it at her. "Adie, hi! So, how was the dance?"

Harry looks down at me and smiles. "It was amazing."

"Great. Well I'll talk to you about it in the morning. I'm going to go to sleep. Goodnight, you two."

I hear her walk away and her bedroom door shut. Harry sighs and runs his hand through his hair, turning and leaning his elbows on his knees. Shit. He's probably relieved that his mum interrupted and now he probably realizes that it would have been totally weird to kiss me. I knew he wouldn't actually want to. Just a...in the moment kind of thing. I guess. I kind of wanted him to...

I pull my legs towards me and sit up as well, keeping some distance between us.

"I'm just..I think I should probably go to bed." I stand and pick up the half empty tub of ice cream, putting the lid back on and carry the spoons to the sink. I put the ice cream in the freezer and jump when I turn around to see Harry standing behind and beside me.

"You're going to bed?" he clarifies. He looks...annoyed maybe?

"Umm...yeah...."

He stares at me with a weird expression, making me feel quite uncomfortable. I'm giving him an out here. Despite what just happened, I'm giving him the chance to show me what he actually wants. If he did want to kiss me then he should just do it already. If he didn't, then he'll let me go to bed without another word about this. I know what I want him to do, I just can't tell what he's thinking.

"Well...why?" he asks slowly. He looks confused. I feel confused.

"I don't...it's late."

He nods and I do as well. Well this is awkward.

"Okay....Goodnight." I stand and wait for a minute, hoping he'll do something. Anything. He really hasn't moved a whole lot. It's actually kind of weird. I start walking away, slowly without looking too weird. He still has a chance....just do it already...

When I get to the hallway it takes everything in me not to turn and see what he's doing, but I don't. Instead I just walk faster, carrying myself quietly to the solitude of my bedroom.

Well I guess he didn't want to kiss me.

Harry's POV

WHAT?! Is this for real? She's just going to bed? What does that even mean! Why? Does she understand what just happened....damn it I was so close. She wanted me to kiss her, too. I could feel it. She looked terrified...but in a good way. I pretty much hate my mum right now. Not actually, but still. She totally ruined the moment. If she hadn't come home I would be making out with Adie on the couch right now. I think the universe hates me.

I shut off all the lights and the TV before walking down the hallway towards my room. After brushing my teeth I flop back onto my bed, now completely wide awake. Tonight was...well, amazing. It would have been even better if I had gotten the chance to kiss her. She's so adorable. It was so cute when she asked if we could lay down on the couch. She's so unsure of herself for some reason.

I find myself so nervous around her. We were just cuddling on the couch....it really wasn't a big deal. But I felt so nervous. I wasn't really sure what to do with myself. I'm surprised she didn't laugh at me, to be honest. Why did I have to announce that I wanted to kiss her? Why couldn't I just, oh I don't know, kiss her? I'm so stupid.

I close my eyes for a few minutes, replaying in my mind what it felt like to lay there with her. Our bodies just seem to fit together. It's weird; I've never felt like that before. It wasn't forced at all and it felt so normal. I wonder how she feels about it all. Wh did she run off? Shit...does she think I don't want to? Does she not want to? Should I talk to her about it?

I'm such a girl.

Adison's POV

What happened to being sleepy? I was so tired before, but apparently not anymore. I feel so weird right now....I have this weird feeling in my chest. I don't know how else to describe it but giddy. I just feel like smiling. Even though he never kissed me and he clearly doesn't want to I feel excited. All of this changed pretty fast...I went from being excited about Liam liking me and taking me to the dance to leaving with Harry and almost kissing him. How did that even happen? Could Caroline have been right this whole time? Does Harry like me?

No...that's not possible....

I turn onto my side and close my eyes, trying to stop my mind from racing. My thoughts are dominated by the boy sleeping in the room across the hall from me. I kind of miss him...maybe I should have stayed out there. We could have finished the movie. Maybe something else could have happened...

I think I'm going crazy.

Almost 2 am and I'm nowhere near being able to sleep. Maybe I should just give up and draw or something. I feel weird knowing that I have no school work to do. It's basically all I've done for the last couple weeks. It's weird to think about how different my life is. In such a short amount of time everything has changed. I'm living with Harry and Anne, I have more friends, I actually have a social life. Before I was friends with Harry and the rest of the guys, I would rather stay home and watch movies with my mom on friday and saturday nights. I rarely got to spend time with her, so whenever she wasn't working I was home. I didn't even hang out with Tyler and Caroline that much outside of school.

I get slightly confused when I hear my door creak open. I can see the silhouette of what I assume to be Harry. Without a word he closes the door behind him, my heart beating faster with every step that carries him closer to my bed. What is he doing? Without a word he pulls back the covers on the side I'm not occupying, proceeding to climb into my bed and lay his head down on the pillows. Am I missing something?

"Harry?" I whisper. He turns onto his side and I can see the traces of a smile on his mouth.

"Hi. I couldn't sleep."

"Me neither." I turn onto my side and face him. I don't feel weird to have him in here; I just don't understand why he is. He's never come in here before when he couldn't sleep.

"How come?" he asks quietly. I shrug and start tracing shapes on the sheet between us. Is that a serious question? After a minute he puts his hand on mine, lacing our fingers together and lifting them up as he moves his body closer to mine. He lets my hand fall to his waist after a minute, his arm wrapping around me and pulling me closer. He is now topless. My eyes fan over his tattoos, quite curious as to how he managed to get so many. I can't see Anne being the type to let him get them. My eyes are level with the birds on his chest. Normally I really don't like tattoos. Harry's just seem different, though. They don't make him look tough or dangerous. I can't describe it. His fingers lightly move along my spine as one of his legs pushes between mine. He reaches down and puts his large hand around my thigh, tugging my leg up to rest on his.

"Is this weird?" he asks quietly, putting his arm back around my waist and continuing to trace a line along my spine.

"No," I answer in a whisper. Quite the opposite actually.

"Good." I feel him press a kiss to the top of my head. He moves a little closer to me and I wrap my arm further around his waist, taking in the heat from his body. I don't think I've ever been so comfortable in my whole life.

Harry's POV

My eyes slowly flutter open, confusion filling my mind when I see that I'm not in my room. Where am I...oh. I move my head back a bit and look down, smiling at the sight of Adie sleeping next to me. We're in the same position as we were when I fell asleep; her arm on my waist, mine around hers, legs overlapped. She's kind of beautiful when she's sleeping. I can't believe she actually let me sleep in here.

I gently untangle my limbs from hers, being careful not to wake her up. When I stand I turn and readjust the blankets around her body so she won't get cold. I slowly walk out of her room, shutting the door softly behind me and heading out to the kitchen for some food. To my surprise my mum is already there. Apparently making breakfast.

"Good morning mother."

"Sleep well?"

I sit at the breakfast car and smile involuntarily. "Yeah. Really well."

She sighs and flips the bacon in the pan in front of her before standing in front of me, leaning forward on the counter between us. Well that can't be good.

"What are you doing, Harry?"

"I'm...sitting?"

She rolls her eyes and stands up, leaning back against the island still in front of me. "You know what I mean. I clearly...interrupted something last night when I got home. Then I wake up and you're not in your bed. I can make a pretty good guess as to where you actually were."

Shit. "The bathroom?" She gives me a 'really?' look and I just laugh nervously. "What?"

"Don't event try to lie to me, Harry. What are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking that I would really like my wonderful mother to make me some breakfast and not worry about this."

"She lives here! She lives in the bedroom across the hall from you. Do you understand how inappropriate it would be for you to get involved with her? Plus, her mother just died. She doesn't know what she wants."

"Wow, thanks mum. How would it be inappropriate? What would be so bad about me liking her?"

She walks back to the bacon, tending to it as she continues. "She's in a very vulnerable state, love. I would be very uncomfortable with you two being together and living under the same roof where I'm not around very much to keep an eye on you. She can't live here and be your girlfriend. I'm not okay with it."

"I'm not asking if you're okay with it. It's mine and Adie's decision, not yours."

She scoffs and looks at me in a condescending way. "I don't care if you asked, I'm telling you anyway. And as long as you're both living in my house you're going to follow my rules. I don't ask a lot of you and I let you get away with a lot more than other parents would. But this is not something I am going to allow. Do you understand?"

I cannot even believe this right now. Is this actually happening?

"Mum are you serious?"

"Dead serious. Don't try to be more than friends with her."

"What...mum you don't get it. I can't-"

"No, Harry. I don't care. I'm sorry, I know that you like her but it's just not a good idea. You can be mad at me, but I need you to understand that. Just do this for me, okay?"

I stare at her in shock. She's seriously asking this of me? Does she not understand how happy Adison makes me? Clearly she doesn't because if she did she wouldn't be saying these things. Is this some sort of cosmic joke? I finally have Adie back in my life and she's more incredible than I ever imagined, and now I'm like...forbidden from being with her? Is this for real?

I silently stand from my seat and head back to my bedroom. I can't believe my mum just said that. I'm meant to be with Adie, I know that. I guess I can see where she's coming from..imagine if we got together and broke up? We'd still have to live together. And we still have all of senior year to get through.

Am I crazy to think it was a good idea?

Adison's POV

When I wake up the first thing I realize is that I'm alone. Did I dream of Harry coming in here last night? No...that was real. I think. I get up and head straight for the shower so I can untangle the mess of curls from last night. My mind involuntarily replays all the moments I had with Harry as I unclip the bracelet he gave me. I take my time massiaging the shampoo and conditioner through my long hair, thinking about what I should do in my situation. Harry left before I woke up. Does that mean he wanted to avoid me? Maybe he views last night as a bad judgement based on him feeling sorry for me. Maybe everything that happened was only meant to be an almost kind of situation. Realistically, nothing really happened between us. It felt like there was something there, though. That's what I'm confused about.

I've never seen Harry as more than a friend, and I've never even entertained the thought of him liking me as more than that. I don't have a lot of experience in this area of life, so I have no idea how to tell if someone is interested. Obviously I don't know what I'm doing because I thought that Liam liked me. Apparently I was wrong about that. Maybe I'm wrong about this, too.

When I'm done with my shower I walk into my closet to get something to wear. I may or may not be taking my time to avoid leaving my room. What can I say? I'm a coward. I touch my right ring finger to double check for my ring, which is still in its place. I decide to put the bracelet Harry gave me back on. Car and I made plans already to go christmas shopping today, since she was too busy 'preparing' for the formal to start. It's almost 11 now and we are meeting for lunch. One hour to kill.

I decide to venture out into the house, walking quietly to the kitchen. I smile when I see Anne, her back facing me as she washes something in the sink.

"Hi Anne."

She turns and gives me a big smile, drying her hands and wrapping me in a hug.

"I missed you, Adison. Did you have fun last night?"

"Yeah. It was interesting."

"Interesting?"

I sit at the breakfast bar and she puts a plate in the microwave. "Well remember I told you Liam was my date?" She nods. "Well, I guess half way through he decided that he didn't want to do that anymore."

"What do you mean?" She turns and takes a plate out of the microwave, putting it in front of me. Bacon and french toast; not bad.

"He sort of kissed someone else," I admit quietly, lifting my fork and stabbing the bread. Her eyes go wide.

"What? Liam? Are you sure? That doesn't sound like something he would do. I've known the boy for a long time, he's such a sweetheart."

"I thought so too. But it definitely happened."

"Wow, I'm sorry Adison. That's horrible of him."

I shrug and take another bite. "It turned out okay." I probably shouldn't tell her what happened...I'm not sure if Harry would like that. Plus I don't want to make a big deal out of something that I don't know if it means anything anyway.

"Well I'm glad you still had fun. Your dress was just so pretty! And I see Harry gave you his gift early."

"Yeah, it's so pretty. I can't believe he got this for me."

"That boy is full of surprises." I furrow my eyebrows at her tone; it's insinuating, but I'm not sure to what. Before I can ask Harry makes an appearance, also freshly showered and dressed for the day. Anne says hello to him but he ignores her completely, going to the counter and taking a banana for himself. He goes silently to the living room and starts flipping through the channels on the TV. Anne shakes her head slightly while looking at him, then goes back to the sink to continue her chore. I think I missed something there.

I eat my breakfast in silence and put my dishes away. I still have forty five minutes before I have to lave to meet Caroline. I bravely walk into the living room and sit on the couch, about a foot between us on the couch. I can feel him look at me, but I just sink back into the cushions and keep my eyes on the screen. He is going to be the first one to speak this time because I have no idea what he's thinking.

"Well hello," he says, laughing a little. I turn my head and smile at him, still remaining silent and turning back to the TV. He half stands and plops himself down right beside me, his arm over mine.

"Did you sleep okay?" he asks quietly. I feel my face flush as I nod without looking at him. My breath becomes ragged when he turns his head and leans in so his mouth is next to my ear.

"Me too," he whispers, rubbing his nose lightly against my temple. He pulls back and slouches into the cushions. I turn my head slightly to see a small smile on his face. He winks at me and goes back to the TV. I look into the kitchen, relieved to see that Anne's back is still facing us.

"What are you doing today?" I ask quietly. He shrugs and turns his head towards me, our faces quite close.

"I don't have anything planned. We were supposed to have band practice, but I don't really feel like going."

"Why not?"

"Because if I see Liam I'm going to punch him again," he says nonchalantly. I scrunch my eyebrows together.

"Again?"

He runs his fingers along his bottom lip and nods his head. "Yeah...I may or may not have hit him last night when I saw what he was doing."

My mouth drops open in surprise. Harry hit Liam? Because of what he did? That's...well no one has ever fought because of me before. That's pretty intense.

"Harry, he's one of your best friends Why would you punch him?"

He turns to me with an angry expression. "He was being a dick, Ads. He deserved it. You don't deserve to be treated that way."

I put my hand on his leg and his expression relaxes. "I appreciate you sticking up for me, but you shouldn't have hit him. That's a little extreme. I don't want you guys to not be friends because of me."

"Not because of you. For you. Because of him, Adie. I never thought in a million years that he would do something like that. That's why I let him-" he stops and looks at me nervously.

"Let him? Let him what?" I ask quietly. His eyes go behind me and he suddenly shifts away from me, creating some space between us. I follow his gaze to Anne, who is now coming towards the living room.

"What are you two doing today?" she asks, sitting on one end of the massive sectional couch.

"I'm going shopping with Caroline," I announce, still confused by what Harry said. She nods and looks at Harry, who completely ignores her. I seriously missed something.

"Well I'm going to be at work, but I'l be home for dinner tonight. We should all go out."

"Sure." I smile and nod my head. Harry remains silent. What's his deal? She sighs and stands up, giving me a reluctant smile and retreated to her bedroom. "Harry, are you okay?"

"Yup."

"Are you lying?"

He laughs and pats my leg as he stands. "Don't worry about it Ads."

Notes

there it is

HA tricked ya. you all that they were gonna kiiissssssss

is harry going to let anne dictate his relationship with adie!?!?!? so much drama. goodness.

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im stickin to my guns this time with the story :P i will do the next chapter tonight for at least three more of each. if one gets to 30 then ill do it for sure. cuz this one wasn't too exciting :P