Harry's POV

"Harry."

I groan and tense up as I wake up, slowly becoming aware of my surroundings. I'm oddly comfortable...why am I being woken up?

"Harry, wake up," Adie says quietly. I open my eyes and realize that I'm staring at Adie's neck...what...

"What time is it?" I moan, tightening my grip around her waist.

"I have no idea but....you're sort of squishing me."

I lift my head and finally open my eyes all the way, examining the position I'm in. I'm basically completely on top of Adison. Well except a bit of my left side; my arm and shoulder are numb from being wedged between the cushion and the back of the couch for who knows how long. My face must have been resting on her shoulder kind of, nestled into the side of her neck. She smiles shyly at me and I can't help but laugh.

"Well good morning," I greet, resuming my original position. She laughs and puts her hand on my arm.

"Harry, I can't feel my body. I think you've been laying on my for a while."

"If you can't feel it then it shouldn't bother you."

"Well it does."

"I am officially offended."

"Harry," she whines, laughing a little as well. I rub my nose lightly against her neck and she starts giggling. "That tickles!" She starts squirming when I continue what I'm doing. I start tickling her side as well and she starts laughing more and more.

"Harry! Come on, don't!" She laughs even harder and I can't help but laugh at the sound. "This isn't fair! I'm trapped!"

"Alright fine, I'll stop." I cease my movements and go limp against her body again, pretending to be sound asleep. Instead of her continuing to ask me to get off, she starts gently brushing her fingers through my hair. I wasn't expecting that. I can't help but smile at the feeling, so comforting and relaxing. I suddenly remember something from last night and lift my head, pulling my arm out from the crevice of the couch and hovering over her.

"Great, now you're going to make my other arm go numb too," she says, smiling and rolling her eyes slightly at me.

"You're my girlfriend." Her face goes slightly pink and she her smile turns shy. I realize that came out as more of a question than a statement.

"Last night...were you drinking at the party?" She looks nervous....wait, no!

"No Ads, I wasn't drunk! I remember completely, I definitely meant to ask you that. And plus you already said yes so either way you can't take it back."

"I wasn't going to," she says, putting her hand against my cheek. I love how comfortable she is with me now. At first she was so shy and I was always the first to initiate anything, even a hug was a big deal for her for some reason. Now things are definitely moving forward.

"We're actually together...." I laugh a little and turn my head against her hand so I can kiss her palm. "I'm so happy, Ads. I've wanted this for so long."

"Technically it wouldn't have been that long. I've only been living here for like six weeks."

"Don't ruin the moment. Just tell me that you're happy."

"So you want me to lie?"

"Wow!" She laughs and I shake my head at her. She's getting all playful on me. It's cute. "Now you're just asking for me to crush you."

"Well that would make you girlfriend-less," she points out, poking both my cheeks.

"That could be a problem. Alright, new plan. I'm going to go make us some breakfast and you are going to go to you bathroom and brush your teeth so that I can kiss you. Not because I think you need to but I know that you get weird about that for some reason."

She giggles and nods her head in agreement. I stand from the couch and hold my hand out for her, which she takes as she stands as well. She's still wearing my shirt. I was going to steal it back from her but....it's really hot when she wears my clothes. Maybe I'll give her something else of mine. I watch as she disappears around the corner and decide to make good on that idea, following her. She's already in her bedroom when I round the corner and I go to my own to get her some of my sweatpants.

Adison's POV

I can't stop smiling the entire time I'm brushing my teeth. I have a boyfriend. Me! And it's Harry of all people. He's so cute, I love that he's so happy. Part of me was scared that we would wake up today and he would completely regret last night, but he doesn't and it's amazing. I can't believe I have a boyfriend.

I finish rinsing my mouth out and pour some mouthwash in, swishing it around in my mouth for a bit. Harry walks in, hands behind his back. My face turns red and I quickly effect the minty substance, wiping my mouth with a towel and turning back to him. He walks straight up to me. and holds out something light grey.

"What is that?" I ask, confused. I look down at his hand and back up to his face. The grin on his mouth is completely adorable.

"I want you to wear these," he explains, unfolding the material to reveal a pair of his sweatpants. I laugh and take them out of his hands.

"What?"

He shrugs. "I like it when you wear my clothes. Might as well go all out since you won't be able to when my mum is home. French toast?" I nod and he winks at me as he backs out of the bathroom. A soft laugh leaves my mouth once he's gone and I slide my pajamas off, letting them fall on the floor and proceeding to pull Harry's pants on. They're a tad big. I hold them up as I walk back to the kitchen, a large portion of the legs dragging on the floor. Harry is tending to the breakfast when I walk into the kitchen.

"Harry, these are massive on me." He turns and laughs at the sight of me. I pull the waistband out and show him. "Another person could fit in here. And you can't even see my feet." I hold my leg out and wiggle my foot around, the fabric flailing since it's empty. Harry looks down at my foot, eyes slowly trailing up my legs and the rest of my body. He steps forward and takes the waistband in his hands, holding the pants up for me. I look up at him shyly as he continues coming closer.

"Well, I could come in there with you if you want," he suggests. His signature smirk is playing on his lips and he keeps looking down at my lips. My face simply turns pink and I look down at his chest. He chuckles and starts pulling the waistband out. I pull it back and step away.

"No peeking, Styles."

"I've already seen it, remember?" My mouth drops open and I punch him lightly in the stomach while he laughs. "Fine, I won't do that anymore. Come here." He motions for me to come back to him with his fingers. I comply and he reaches for the top of his pants again. "There's drawstrings for a reason, love."

I watch his face while he pulls the strings as tight as he could possible get them. Once he's done the pants hang loosely on my hips, still barely staying on. The tips of his fingers trail lightly along the skin just above them, his eyes suddenly mischievous. He hooks one finger in the bottom on my tank top and drags it up more than it already was.

"Your breakfast is burning," I inform him quietly. His eyes go wide and he quickly spins around to go back to the stove. When he flips the bread one side is completely black. I start laughing and he lets his head fall back in frustration.

"It's not funny!" he whines. "This is all your fault," he says, pointing at me with his spatula.

"You got distracted. That had nothing to do with me."

"Actually it had everything to do with you."

I slide into one of the chairs at the breakfast bar while Harry dumps the bread in the trash so he can start new.

"So, what should we do today?" I ask, flipping open one of Anne's fashion magazines. I would never be able to wear any of this stuff..I don't have the body or the desire to dress well. Sweaters, tshirts, and leggings are more my thing.

"I don't know, do you want to do something?"

"I haven't seen the boys in a while...."

He smiles and leans forward on the countertop in front of me. "You want to hang out with my friends? We have this entire house to ourselves and you want to invite the boys over?"

"Harry, you've seen them once this entire break. Don't you want to hang out with them?"

He shrugs as he straightens up, going back to the french toast. "I'd rather hang out with you," he says simply. Something he said earlier pops into my head and I stand up from my seat. As I walk around the island Harry takes the two pieces of bread from the pan and sets them on a plate. As he's dipping the next two slices in the batter I slide my arms around his waist, locking my hands together over his stomach and leaning my cheek against his back.

"Well hello," he says cutely.

"You forgot about something," I inform him quietly. Apparently I'm feeing bold today. I can't help it, I just feel so comfortable, so safe with Harry.

"Did I?" I just nod against his unusually toned back. He steps to the side and wipes his hands on a cloth before turning in my arms and enveloping me in his own. "What have I forgotten, m'lady?"

I laugh at the silly choice of words and slide my hands from him back up past his chest, locking my arms around his neck and hoisting myself up on my tip toes. Our noses brush and I just look into his eyes. He smiles and looks down at my lips quickly.

"I think I understand." He rubs his nose against mine and suddenly removes himself from my grip. "Orange juice?" he asks innocently, swinging the fridge door open. I stare at his annoyingly adorable and goofy smile for a moment before folding my arms and walking dramatically to the living room. I sit myself down on the section that faces away from where Harry is and sit there pouting. Just to tease, mostly, but the first time I instigate kissing him and look what he does.

"Aww babe, don't be like that!" he calls from the kitchen. He just called me babe? I can't help but smile at his affection but I wipe it away when I hear him approaching from behind me. Without warning he plops himself on my lap.

"What do you think you're doing?" I ask calmly, trying to be annoyed. How could he ever be annoying? He's too cute.

"I'm still waiting for my kiss." He puckers his lips out and closes his eyes and I can't help but laugh at how childish he looks. He smiles as well, one eye peeping open.

"You had your chance. It's too late now."

"I disagree."

"Of course you do."

"Just kiss me," he whines, extending the me far beyond what is necessary.

"Whing? Really?"

"Adison."

"Harry."

He laughs and shakes his head at me, flopping back so his head hits the pillows. "You were pretty eager to kiss me two minutes ago. I know you want to."

"Yeah well, you ruined the moment." I attempt to lift his legs off of me, but I think they weight more than my entire body. He laughs at the feeble attempt.

"You can't escape."

"I can try."

"You just did and no offence, but it was quite sad." He laughs and I hit his leg. "There's a simple way out, you know."

"Let me guess..."

His eyes stay open this time when he puckers his lips. I start picking at my nail polish in the most bored fashion I can manage. He gets impatient after a minute or two and starts shuffling his legs over mine.

"Adie, just kiss me already."

"I really like it when you beg, it's great," I say sarcastically.

He points to the spot beside him between the back of the couch and himself with his eyebrows raised. "Come here now or I will come over there and get you myself."

"I'm like one centimetre away from you."

He suddenly sits up and pulls his legs from overtop of me, pushing his feet under my legs and wrapping his arms around me. He pulls me over to where he wanted me and I can't help but laugh at how he can just throw me around like a ragdoll. He holds me tight to his chest and pins me against the back of the couch, reaching down to pull my leg up over his hip.

"Last chance," he says lowly. Finished with my little game I eagerly press my lips against his. I can feel him smile against my mouth as he kisses me back. It's a sweet kiss, not needy or desperate. Just kissing. I can feel this kiss through my entire body. I don't know what Harry is doing to me or if he even knows that he's doing it, but there's not going back now. This boy has my heart and that means it's his to break. It's scary but exhilarating at the same time.

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"Harry, do you like the colour purple?"

"Umm...sure."

"Okay great. I'm going to paint your toenails." I finish with my last finger and look up at him. He's just smiling as he continues strumming on his guitar.

"Well alright but then I get to...do something manly to you. I'm not sure what it is yet, but don't worry I'll think of it."

"Alright, you do that." I dip the brush in the dark purple liquid and am about to start when the doorbell rings. Harry stops playing and we exchange a confused look. "Did you invite someone over?"

He shakes his head. "Not that I know of. You?"

"If I invited someone over why would I ask you?"

"You're awfully sassy today," he says, setting his guitar down on the bed beside him. I smile as I twist the top back onto my bottle of nail polish, following Harry out of his room and towards the front door.

"Wait, aren't you going to put a shirt on?" I ask as he gets to the door. He looks down at his naked upper half and shrugs.

"I'm sure whoever is here will appreciate it," he says with a cheeky smile. I just laugh as he opens the door. "What the-"

"Seriously? You can't put a shirt on to answer the door?" the person asks.

Harry laughs and shakes his head, stepping outside and hugging whoever is out there. They have short conversation as they come inside. It's a girl obviously and I notice that her hair in incredibly pretty. Harry points behind her to me and she slowly turns. Is that...

"Adie!" she squeals, smiling at me.

"Gemma?"

Notes

alright so i had like a bajillion chapter of harry and adie just chillin with the two of them so i figured it was time to throw some other characters back in the story :P
things will get interesting again, i promise!!!

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