"He kissed you?!"

I wince at Caroline's high pitch and shake my head. "He didn't get the chance. His mum came home."

"Well that's awkward."

"Yeah. After she went to bed it felt super weird between us, so I said I was going to bed. He seemed confused, but I figured if he still wanted to kiss me he would try and if he didn't he would let me go to bed. And he did." I decided to tell Car all of the weird stuff that's happened between me and Harry. The lines of our friendship have suddenly become really blurry to me and I need an outside opinion to be able to figure this out.

I've never seen Harry as more than a friend. I didn't think that would ever happen. Never in a million years did I think he would like me like that. Now things are different and I don't know what to do about it.

"Adie, cut the boy some slack. He's tried to kiss you twice now and both times you just ran away! That would hurt a guy's ego, even Harry Styles."

"I did not run away!"

"You sort of did. You'll be lucky if he keeps trying with you."

"Well.."

"What?" she asks excitedly, taking a bite of her salad.

"He sort of...well...I went to bed and..."

"You slept with him!?!" she squeals. I nod my head and her mouth drops open. "Adie, you just gave it away like that?! That's not okay!"

"Gave it away? What are you-" I clue in and my eyes go wide. "No! Oh my gosh Car, not like that!"

She sighs and relaxes a little. "Thank goodness. You scared me. So what actually happened?"

I laugh and shake my head at her. As if I would sleep with him so easily. I can't believe that's what she thought. "We were probably in our own rooms for like a half hour before he came into my room."

"Did he try to kiss you again?"

"No. We just slept in the same bed." I don't feel like adding the cuddling part; that will just cause some unnecessary blushing. "So now I don't know what to do. I think he was flirting with me this morning, but he stopped as soon as Anne could see us."

"Well yeah. Anne probably wouldn't be okay with you two. You live in the same house and your doors are literally across the hall from each other. Any parent would be uncomfortable with that. Have you thought about what to tell her?"

"Well there isn't really much to tell at this point. I don't even know what's going on myself, I won't be able to explain it to her."

She nods and takes a few more bites. "Well I'd see just wait to see what he does. Do you like him?"

I blush and shrug my shoulders, sticking a french fry in my mouth. She laughs; she knows me quite well.

"What did you get him for Christmas?" she asks, knowing that I'd rather not talk about my feelings for him.

"I didn't get him anything yet. I have no idea what to get him. Plus he got me this," I say, holding up the wrist currently decorated by my bracelet. "So now I have to get him just as good."

"We'll find something," she says, smiling. I've never had so much trouble with a gift in my life.

"What about Niall? Have you talked to him since last night?"

She smiles widely and nods. "We've been texting all day. He's so perfect, Adie. Last night was so much fun with him."

"That's awesome, Car. He is a really good guy. Don't do what you usually do, thought, 'cuz I actually like Niall."

She gives me an annoyed look. "And what do I usually do?"

"You get bored," I say, holding back a smile. She reaches across the table and whacks my arm. "Just saying!"

---

When I get home and walk in the front door the first thing I notice is the sound of music floating down the hall. I silently walk towards my bedroom, smiling like an idiot when I realize Harry is playing his guitar and singing one of the songs they played last night. His voice is incredible. I sneak into my room and go back out, sitting down against the wall outside his slightly open door. Harry rarely plays when I'm home. And he never sings. I notice that the song is coming to an end and frown to myself. I hope he keeps playing.

After a few minutes I get sad, thinking that he's done. That sucks. I missed it all! As I'm about to stand he starts strumming again, playing a familiar tune. It's not one of his own songs...I've definitely heard it on the radio before. I think it's a Wheatus song...

"Her name is Noel
I have a dream about her
She rings my bell
I got gym class in half an hour
Oh how she rocks
In Keds and tube socks
But she doesn't know who I am
And she doesn't give a damn about me."

I smile at the sound of his low, raspy tone expelling the words to the song. Teenage Dirtbag.I wish I would have known this about him; I would make him sing to me all the time. His voice really is amazing. I sit and smile to myself while he sings the song, matching each note perfectly.

"Oh yeah, dirtbag, no, she doesn't know what she's missin'
Oh yeah, dirtbag, no, she doesn't know what she's missin'."

I think his voice melted my brain, because I don't clue in at all when the music stops again. I just sit there outside his door, knees pulled to my chest and my head leaning back against the wall. His voice echoes through my head, despite the fact that he isn't singing anymore.

He suddenly walks out of the room, making me jump and reflexively whack my head against the wall behind me. The sound of the bump makes Harry jumps as well; he spins around and looks at me with wide eyes.

"Adie! You scared the shit out of me!" he half yells. My face is burning red right now. "How long have you been sitting there?" he asks, smirking and kneeling in front of me.

"Not that long. I was just enjoying the show."

He laughs. "You're pretty sneaky. I had no idea that you were in the house. How was shopping?"

"It was fun. I got my Christmas shopping done." I finally figured out what to get Harry. I just have to go pick it up next week. He holds one hand out to me and I take it. He stands and pulls me up with him.

"My mum texted me. She's going to meet us at the restaurant at 7:30." I nod and suddenly feel awkward, remembering what happened last time we were here alone together. He continues watching my face, small smile playing on his lips. I don't know what I'm supposed to do or how I should act. Honestly, I'm terrified. What happens if I like Harry and he decides that whatever was happening here is a bad idea? I don't know how much rejection I can handle. I suddenly find myself wishing I had homework so I could have an excuse to hide in my room.

"What restaurant?" I ask quietly.

"Java."

Well that's going to require getting dressed up; it's a pretty fancy restaurant. It's about 6 now... I don't know if I can drag the process out for an hour and a half.

"Are you okay?" he asks, chuckling a little. "You seem nervous."

"Nervous?" He nods and I shake my head. What a liar I am. "I'm just...tired I guess."

"Tired?" He takes a step forward and I take one back, repeating the action again and bring my back against the wall. He puts his hands on either side of me head against the wall, leaning down towards me. My heart starts flying inside my chest and I try desperately to control my breathing.

"I thought you said you slept well?" he asks quietly.

"I umm...yeah." He smiles and I push myself back more against the wall. Obviously I can't go back any farther.

"Did you know you talk in your sleep?"

My eyes go wide and I get a nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach. Oh my gosh. I know that I do, but it doesn't happen a lot. What if I said something embarrassing? Oh my goodness this is horrible. He chuckles and tucks some hair behind my ear.

"We should leave at 7:15." I nod and he stays where he is for a moment before dropping his hands and walking down the hallway. I stay frozen in my place until he's gone, when I finally let out a breath. What did I say? He's just not going to tell me? Is that a joke?

I retreat into the safety of my bedroom and try to collect myself. Liam never made me feel nervous the way Harry does. I basically have a heart attack when we're anyway near each other. That probably isn't healthy, let's be honest. I walk into my massive closet and start sorting through my clothes. Maybe I'll try something a little different tonight...

I select a red high-waisted skirt and plain black long-sleeve shirt to go with it. It seems like something Car would make me wear, so why not try it? I lay the selections on my bed and head to my bathroom, combing through the knots in my long wavy hair. I decide to curl it into big, loose curls. That usually takes a while. The longer I can hide in here the better. Yes, I know I'm a coward. I can't help it.

It takes me a little longer than a half hour to finish my hair, which is not nearly long enough. My make up won't take that long; I don't even own that much stuff. I put on a little eye shadow and a bit of black eyeliner before touching up my mascara. Even though I wish it took longer, I'm actually happy with the way I look right now. I still have a half hour before we have to leave, so I decide to venture out into the house.

I find Harry sitting on the couch with his back to me. The TV is off, so he must be on his phone or something. I don't know what to do. What if I sit down and we have nothing to say and it gets really awkward?

Why do I have to over-analyze everything?

I take a deep breath and decide to see what he does when he sees me instead, so I go to the kitchen and pour myself a glass of water. I shut off the tap and turn to lean back against the counter, my body now facing towards the living room. After I take a sip I look up, my eyes finding Harry's. He's just watching me. If we're acting this weird now, imagine if he had actually kissed me? I look away from him and finish the glass. After it's in the dishwasher I walk back through the house and to the hallway so I can go back to my room. Man oh man this is weird.

Harry's POV

So...we aren't going to talk? If she's going to ignore me the least she can do is not look so pretty while doing it. Why does she seem so uncomfortable around me? We slept in the same bed last night! I think we're past awkward. Maybe she thinks it was a bad idea. That would really suck. It was really cute that she was just sitting outside my bedroom earlier. I just wish she wasn't always so nervous around me, so unsure of herself. If she seriously still thinks that I don't like her then I don't know what else to do.

I make my way to my bedroom to get changed for dinner. Black skinny jeans, as usual, but without rips since my mum hates that. I take out a light grey button up and change out of my tshirt, sliding my arms in the sleeves and doing most of the buttons up. What in the world is Adie doing in her bedroom for so long? I really am trying not to believe that she's avoiding me, but it kind of feels like that.

I step out of my room and take a deep breath before knocking on her door.

"Adie? We should get going." I hear walking around and take step away from the door, waiting for her to come out. When she opens the door my mouth instantly drops open.

"Okay, I'm ready." She flicks off her light and steps out, finally looking up at me. Her cheeks turn a light shade of pink and I slowly force my mouth to close. She looks incredible.

"You look nice," I manage to choke out. She smiles and looks at the ground as she steps away from me and walks down the hall. Where in the hell did that come from? Why is she dressed like that? I love it, don't get me wrong, but she never wears things like that. I don't want her dressing like this and making other guys want her the same way I do. We leave the house and get into my car, driving in silence for a few minutes. She's even bloody wearing heels. When does that happen?

"So what did you do today?" she asks. Well, that's a first. I'm always the one breaking the silence.

"Not a lot. Lou came over to try and convince me to talk to Liam but I didn't want to. I played for a while." Playing guitar is one of the ways I'm able to calm myself down; I don't have anger issues or anything. I was just really pissed at Liam. I don't get angry like that very often.

"Harry, I really appreciate everything you did for me last night, but I don't want it to ruin your friendship with Liam. It has nothing to do with you guys."

Actually it does since I'm practically in love with you. "It doesn't matter. He was wrong and what he did was terrible. That's something Liam would never do, that's why I'm pissed."

"I mean, I guess it's your decision. I just don't want you to feel like you need to be angry at him for me. I would feel really bad if you stopped being friends because of this." Her voice is quiet and when I take a glance at her she's fiddling with her fingers in her lap. I reach across the car and put my hand on hers to make her stop. I steal a few glances as I speak, still watching the road.

"I was mad at him for you last night, because I knew that it would hurt you and I don't understand how he could do that. But now, I'm mad because this is Liam we're talking about. He's probably the nicest person I've ever met. Well, besides you." I wink at her and she smiles. "Anyway, I'm mad because he was an ass and he had no reason to be. It was just a horrible thing to do and he knew that and did it anyway."

She stays silent for a moment and I smile when she starts playing with my fingers. We drive in silence for a few minutes and when we pull up to the restaurant I turn in my seat to look at her.

"There's something you should probably know," I say softly, keeping my hand in her lap. She nods and meets my eyes. I feel like she should know about what my mum said...but what if that makes her think this is a bad idea? Shit.

"What is it?" she asks after I've stayed silent.

"My mum...I'm not really sure how she would feel about this." She nods and I feel a pang of guilt at my lie. I know exactly how against this my mum is.

"What is this?" she asks quietly. Shit.

"If I act different tonight it's just because she's there, okay? I'll have to keep my flirting to a minimum." I smile and she blushes as she returns one. I avoided that question skillfully, not wanting to freak her out with my confession of feelings. I don't want to take this too fast with her. At least now she knows that I am trying to flirt with her...I don't think she really caught on to that before.

"Alright, let's go inside." I force myself to let go of her hand and get out of the car, walking to the other side and frowning when she has already opened her own door. I cannot catch a break with this girl. As we walk towards the doors I take her hand in mine, lacing our fingers together and watching her face as I do so. She looks down at our hands and smiles to herself, not looking at me. She's so cute I think it's going to kill me.

"Have you eaten here before? I ask, walking painfully slow to prolong the contact.

"No, I haven't. Is it good?"

"Yeah, it is. My mum rarely takes me here. She must like you more than me." She laughs and her body moves closer to mine. "Not that I blame her."

"Oh, stop it. If you're looking for some flattery look somewhere else."

"Well that's mean. When we were skating the compliments were flying." I nudge her arm playfully and she blushes.

"I don't think we should talk about that."

"I do. It was fantastic." I laugh and she rolls her eyes. We approach the doors and I hold it open for her. She says a quiet thank you and walks in, surprisingly still holding my hand I stop and pull on her arm, tugging her back to me.

"She can't see this," I say quietly, lifting our tangled hands. She nods and slowly removes her hand from mine. "Later?"

She abruptly brings her eyes back up to mine and bites her lip. I can't help but smile, raising my eyebrows to prompt her to answer the question. My stomach flips when she nods her head once, agreeing to my proposition. With my mum home I really don't know how that will work, but I'll find a way, trust me.

Adison's POV

Harry and I follow the usher to a table where Anne is already waiting. She smiles as we sit down. I hope Harry doesn't act weird around her like he did this morning. There's instantly a waiter by our side, taking mine and Harry's drink orders. Harry seems to be in a better mood now, actually answering her questions and laughing with her. They have a great relationship, I have to say. Harry wasn't lying when he said the food here is good. Anne orders some chocolate thing for us all for dessert.

"Oh, sorry." She pulls her ringing phone out of her purse and answers the call. "Hello?" She holds up a finger and walks away from the table to talk.

"This is fun," I say to Harry, leaning my elbows on the table. He leans forward as well.

"Yeah. I hate it when her work gets crazy."

"This happens a lot?"

He nods. "Once in a while. When she gets intense cases yeah. Once every few months she'll go MIA. Also, that guy over there has been staring over here the entire time and it's really starting to bother me."

I raise my eyebrows and follow his gaze to my right, my eyes meeting those of someone I recognize from our school. He smiles at me and I blush and look back at my table.

"Do you think it would be bad if I went over there and pushed his face into that piece of cake?"

I burst out laughing and cover my mouth with my hand. He laughs as well and shakes his head. Anne comes back to the table and picks up her wallet.

"I'm really sorry, you two. I have to go back to work unfortunately. Here's my credit card. I'm sorry to do this. I had a really nice evening. I may not be home at all tonight. Hopefully tomorrow. Sorry, again. I'll call you, Harry." She walks away after putting the plastic in Harry's hand. He sighs and twists it in his fingers.

"Sorry, that sucks." I put my hand on his and he gives me a small smile.

"It's fine."

---

"No, I am not watching a horror movie. I refuse. I never got to finish my Nicholas Sparks movie, so I'm thinking we go with another sad one. A Walk To Remember." I hold it up and he groans.

"Why do you like these so much? They're depressing." I shrug and pop it in anyway, sitting on the couch beside him without touching. "Well that won't do," he says quietly. He reaches towards me and wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me close to him. My heart rate increases automatically and I mould against his body. He leans back against the cushions and keeps his arms around me. I want this really badly, but I have no idea what to think about it all. Maybe I should just stop thinking about it so much and see what happens.

As the movie starts he begins tracing his fingers up and down my arm. I changed as soon as we got home, now in my boxers and a baggy tshirt. Maybe I should be trying to impress Harry, but that's just not me. This is. I lean my head against his chest and look up at his beautiful face.

"You're being creepy." He looks down at me and smirks. "Watch your damn sad movie."

"Don't lie and pretend you don't want to watch it, Harry. I know you secretly like these movies."

"If I admit it will you promise not to tell?" I laugh and nod my head. "Alright, fine. I admit it. I want to watch it."

"That's the only thing you want to do?" I ask quietly. I'm not even sure if he heard me. I'm proven wrong when he lays down on his back, pulling me down with him and laying me on top of him. I put my hands on his chest and he locks his hands on my back.

"Last night...I wanted...why did you leave?" he asks, staring up at me.

"I felt weird after your mum got home. I wasn't sure if it was just an in the moment kind of thing. I didn't want you to feel like you had to," I explain shyly. He smiles and puts one of his hands against my cheek.

"Trust me, I didn't. I wanted to. Want to. So much, Ads. For so long now." My heart starts beating even faster than before and his hand slides over my cheek and into my hair. "Do you?"

"I umm...I don't-"

He closes his eyes and shakes his head. "It's fine. I'm sorry."

"No, I do." He smiles and I poke his dimple, smiling as well. I'm so nervous. "It's just that...I'm scared."

His eyebrows pull together. "Why?"

"I haven't...done this much. Well, at all actually."

"What do you mean?"

Is he really going to make me spell it out? "Remember when we kissed when we were kids?" He nods and I take a breath before continuing. "That's the last time I've done that."

He stares at me for a sec and the blood rises to my cheeks. Realization spreads across his features.

"I'm the only one who's ever kissed you?" he asks, smiling widely at me. I nod and he raises his other hand to my cheek. "That's probably the best thing everyone has ever said to me."

"You think that's a good thing?" I ask, surprised.

"The best. That means you're all mine."

"What if I'm bad at it?" I blurt out. He chuckles and rubs his thumb along my cheek.

"Trust me, you won't be." He turns his body and pins me against the back of the couch, both of us laying on our sides like last night. He stares at me for a minute, both hands still on either side of my face. He slowly lowers his face down to mine and I know that this is it. It's actually happening. My first kiss. And I couldn't be more scared and excited at the same time. He hesitates and looks into my eyes. I nod slightly and he leans down more, both of us closing our eyes. After an eternity it finally happens.

His soft lips pressed gently against my own.

Notes

SORRY i meant to get this up way earlier but it took me a while for some reason

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