"Why did you ring the doorbell?" Harry asks, taking Gemma's coat and hanging it in the front closet. "You do realize that you live here, right?"

"I wanted to make a dramatic entrance," she explains, setting her bags down in the hall. She walks over to me and hugs me tightly, rocking me back and forth quickly. I hug her back and give Harry a confused smile over her shoulder. When she releases me she puts her hands on my shoulders and examines me.

"You grew up well, Miss Adison."

I blush and look down. "Thanks."

"Still shy, I see. That's fine. You'll warm up to me eventually. After all we were, like, best friends growing up."

"Actually, that was me," Harry says, holding his hand up. "She just followed you around. I was her best friend."

"Whatever Harry. You like to think that because you were in love with her. That doesn't mean you were best friends," Gemma argues. "And now I'm replacing you again, sorry. I'm only home for a few days and I'm spending all of my tim with this young lady." She puts her arm around my shoulder and walks with me to the kitchen.

"You can't actually steal her from me, Gem. She's mine."

My heart practically stops beating at the intensity behind his words. Is he going to tell her? I can't help but smile at him calling me his, though.

"Well that's creepily possessive," Gemma says. "I hope he hasn't been like that since you've moved in," she says to me.

"He's been alright." I turn and smile at him over my shoulder. He winks and follows us into the kitchen.

"Alright, I'm hungry. What's for dinner?"

"Dinner?" Harry and I say in unison. We look at each other with confused eyes and Harry pulls out his phone to check the time.

"Wow, it's after five," he says. "What have we been doing all day?"

"I have no idea," I reply.

"I vote we order a pizza. I really don't feel like cooking," she suggests, pulling out her phone. She dials the number and walks over to the couch, sitting and talking to the place for our food.

"Are you going to tell her?" I ask Harry quietly. He shrugs.

"I haven't decided. I'll probably just flirt with you all night and see how she reacts."

I instantly blush at the thought of being so obvious about our relationship. We've never acted like a couple in front of other people. Except the one time that he helped me out with Tyler and Caroline.

"Is that okay?" he asks quietly, reaching between us where Gemma can't see. He runs his fingers up and down along the him of my shirt- well, his shirt. Wait!

"Oh my gosh, Harry! I'm still wearing your clothes!" I whisper yell. He just chuckles and adjusts the collar of the button-up plaid shirt.

"It's fine. She won't notice. Do you want me to tell her?"

"It's your choice," I shrug. "Doesn't matter to me. If you think she'll be fine with it I guess it might be nice if she knew."

"Pizza is ordered!" Gemma announces. "What are you two whispering about over there?"

Harry winks at me and turns around to face Gemma. We both walk around the couch and sit with Gemma. She starts asking Harry tons of questions about the boys and Christmas. They're really close; it makes me a little jealous. I wish I had a sibling to grow up with and one to go through all of this stuff with. Someone I could talk to about anything and someone to mourn my parents with.

"Adie?"

I snap out of my thoughts and look over at Harry and Gemma, both staring at me with worried expressions.

"Sorry, what did you say?"

"I asked how school is going for you," Gemma says, smiling slightly.

"Oh, it's good. I'm not quite ready to go back yet, though. My friends and I aren't exactly on speaking terms." My eyes go wide slightly and I mentally face palm myself for saying that.

"Why's that? What happened?"

Harry smiles at me nervously and I rack my brain for some kind of excuse. What to do, what to do....

"They had a little disagreement about some lifestyle choices," Harry butts in, winking at me. I blush but Gemma doesn't seem to catch his flirting.

"Well I'm sure it'll work itself out," she says happily. The doorbell rings and she gets up to get the pizza. Harry gets up and moves to sit closer to me.

"Nice slip," he teases, putting his arm on my leg.

"It just came out. Thanks for coming up with something," I laugh. He nods and slowly moves his hand up my thigh. My heart starts beating rapidly as he gets closer and closer to the top.

"Harry, she's right there," I warn quietly. He continues as a smile grows on his face. His fingers brush along the apex of my thigh and move inwards. My eyes go wide and my breathing gets uneven. I put my hand on his and place it roughly in his own lap to stop his lapse in judgment, but he keeps my hand in his when I do so. He uses his other hand to spread my fingers and my eyes go wide again when he places my palm over his crotch. His mouth parts slightly and he smiles mischievously at me.

"I hope you guys are hungry." Gemma walks around the couch with the two boxes of pizza and Harry quickly releases my hand, allowing me to pull it away from him. That was interesting. My skin feels hot and my whole body is excited from that little experience, but Harry seems unfazed. Not really sure how, but alright. We eat for what feels like forever, continually stuffing our faces. Gemma is so the same as she was when we were kids; strong headed, confident, smart, beautiful. She knows what she wants and she tells you what she thinks no matter what. I always admired her as kids and I'm quickly realizing that I still do.

"So, Adison, any men in your life?" she asks. Harry picks up yet another piece of pizza and we both laugh at him. He just shrugs.

"Umm...I guess there is someone," I say carefully. Gemma smiles and Harry's expression becomes nervous as he watches my face.

"Tell me who it is! Is it Liam? I can totally see you and Liam, right Harry?"

My mouth drops open and Harry stiffens visibly at the suggestion. He shakes his head in disagreement and I feel bad that he has to think about that. Gemma frowns for a second but it's quickly replaced by interest.

"Alright, then who is it?" she asks. "Is it one of Harry's friends?"

"I umm...I can't really say."

"Come on, Ads. Who are you interested in?" Harry asks, smirking at me. "I'm sure he's just fantastic. I'd love to hear about how much you like him."

I narrow my eyes at him and shift uncomfortably in my seat. "I'd really rather not say. He hasn't told me if he wants people to know yet."

"Then don't tell us a name," Gemma suggest. "Just tell us what he's like."

"Yeah, tell us what he's like," Harry agrees. I'm going to kill him later.

"He's awfully annoying," I start. His eyes go wide as I continue. "He smells bad, too."

"Is he cute at least?" Gemma asks, laughing a little.

I shrug. "Not really."

"That's harsh!" Harry protests. I shrug again and pull out my phone, frowning when I see Liam's name on my screen. He really won't take a hint. "Everything okay?" Harry asks.

"Yeah I umm..I'll be right back." I smile weakly at him and he gives me a worried smile as I walk around the coffee table and walk quickly to my bedroom so they can't hear my conversation. I take a deep breath and answer the call.

"You need to stop calling me." Not the nicest greeting in the world, but I don't owe him anything.

"Adie! Finally, thank you so much for answering!" he says. I roll my eyes.

"I answered to tell you that I need you to stop calling me all the time. Harry isn't going to like it."

"Please, just hear me out. I need to apologize," he says desperately. I'm over that situation and I'm past moved on. I have Harry.

"I'm not angry at you anymore, Liam. You can do whatever you want. If you didn't like me like that anymore I just wish you would have told me instead of kissing someone else on our date."

"I know, Adie, I'm so sorry. I don't know what got into me, I'm not like that. Please give me another chance."

Another chance? What does that even mean? He wants to what...go out with me again? I remain silent, unsure of how to respond to him. I definitely am not interested in him anymore.

"Adie? Are you still there?"

I shake my head and force words out of my mouth. "Yeah, I'm here. I umm...I'm not sure what to say."

"Say you'll come see me. Please? Before school starts, I need to talk to you." His voice sounds sincere, but I don't know if it's worth it. I don't owe Liam anything and Harry definitely would not like it if I were to see him.

"I can't, Liam. I'm sorry." He starts to protest but I hang up before he can. I don't understand what just happened. Liam ruined whatever was happening between us, why is he trying so hard to fix it? He must know that Harry has feelings for me, that's why they were always so weird around each other. I don't like Liam anymore, not as anything more than a friend. Why doesn't he get that? I've been ignoring him for two weeks, for goodness sake!

I turn and start to walk out of my room, jumping when I see Harry leaning against my door with an angry expression on his face. I bite my lip nervously and wait for him to say something.

"So, you're talking to Liam again?" he asks quietly.

"No, I just answered to tell him to stop calling me."

"That's only going to make him call more, Adie. You answered and that's only going to reassure him. You should have just ignored it like I told you to."

"Well, it's too late now." He remains annoyed as he stares at me. I take a few steps towards him and put my hands on his firmly crossed arms. "I don't like Liam, Harry. I like you. I'm not going anywhere, please don't be angry about this. Liam doesn't mean anything to me."

He expression softens and he sighs. "I don't like that he's still calling you all the time. Can't he take a hint?"

"Apparently not, that's why I answered. I needed to tell him that I"m not into him like that anymore." He suddenly wraps his arms around me and I mould easily into his body, relieved that he's not upset about this.

"I really hope you don't actually think I'm smelly," he says, laughing against my hair.

"Only sometimes."

"Hey!" I laugh and tilt my face up towards his. "Play nice, Adison." He leans down to kiss me and fireworks erupt between us. I didn't know it was possible to have this kind of chemistry with someone. When he breaks this kiss I can feel myself frown involuntarily. He chuckles and taps my nose.

"Let's go back out there."

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Harry's POV

"I'm going to go to bed I think," Adie says, yawning and sitting up from her spot laying on the couch.

We've been up talking with the three of us for hours and it's after midnight already. Adie and I had a late night last night, it being New Years and all. Plus, sleeping on the couch doesn't exactly give you the best sleep in the world.

"I think I will too," I agree, winking at her. She blushes and says goodnight to Gemma and I watch from the couch as she disappears into the hallway. When I look back at Gemma I can feel the stupidest grin on my face. I try to make it go away when I look at her, but I cannot help it. She suddenly leans over and whacks me on the back of the head and I can't help but laugh. I think my mood is unchangeable.

"What did you do that for!" I ask, rubbing my head.

"You like her!" she accuses quietly, pointing towards the hallway. "It could not be more obvious."

I shrug and sink down into the couch a little more, still smiling. I think something is wrong with my face, I'm going to have to unscrew this smile later.

"Harry, I agree with you in saying she's great. She really is. If you weren't living together I would be ecstatic about this because she's perfect for you. But you know you can't do anything about this, right? You live in the same house, you'd be skipping like a million steps in a relationship. It gets serious really fast in this kind of situation."

"Why is that a bad thing?"

"Because you're sixteen!"

I laugh again at how intense she's being about this. "It wouldn't be that bad, Gemma."

"You've already made a move, haven't you?"

"Now why would you say that?"

"Because the way you're flirting with her isn't as innocent as it would be if you hadn't. What happened? Did you kiss her? Take her out? What happened?"

I contemplate divulging all of my secrets to my sister, but it doesn't seem like she's quite ready to be supportive about this. Maybe I should keep it to myself.

"Nothing happened, Gem. We're just friends. I like to flirt and I like her, so excuse me for going a little overboard sometimes," I excuse weakly. She looks at me for a moment before seemingly deciding to believe me.

"Fine. Goodnight, Harry."

"It's good to have you home." She smiles and pats my leg before getting up and making her way to her bedroom. I wait until she's inside with her door closed to clean up the pizza stuff, proceeding to go to the bathroom to brush my teeth and get ready for bed.

When I get to my bedroom door and I stop and look in Adison's room. Her clothes are on her bed and I can hear the shower running. I immediately start to picture her in there, me showering with her; I get hard at the thought.

I walk into my bedroom and strip down to my boxers. When I climb into bed with the lights off I text Adison to tell her to come to my room when She hears Gemma go to bed. I don't have to try to not fall asleep; anticipation keeps me wide awake. I wait impatiently, constantly looking to the door to see if she's going to come yet. What is taking her so long?? It's insane how much I miss her eve though I spent all day with her. I just want to kiss her and hold her and-

Finally.

The door opens and her small frame slides into my room, softly shutting the door behind her. I can't help but smile as I watch her walk over to the bed. She stands on the side and looks down at me.

"Hi," she says shyly. My thoughts go to when we were in here two days ago together. It's so adorable when she gets shy like this. I know this kind of stuff makes her nervous since she's a little inexperienced, but she really doesn't have to be. She's good at all of it. Far too good.

"Come here." I pull the blankets back and she slides into the bed next to me. I pull the covers over both of us and lay on my side, my arm around her waist. She fiddles with the infinity ring on her finger and stares up at the ceiling. I lift her shirt slightly and gently trace patterns on the skin on her stomach.

"What's on your mind, love?" I ask quietly, moving closer to her. My eyes have finally adjusted to the darkness and I can see her facial features. She's so beautiful. Her hair is still wet from the shower and she has it strew across the pillow above her head.

"I heard what Gemma said," she admits quietly.

"How?"

"I was standing around the corner."

I smile and put my right leg around hers, wrapping them together. "So you were eavesdropping? How rude."

"She doesn't like the idea either, Harry."

"It's not that she doesn't like it. She thinks you're good for me, she just doesn't think it's good for us to be together while living in the same house. It's not that big of a deal."

"But it is, Harry. When your family finds out about us they're not going to be okay with it and that scares me."

"Ads, we've been through this. I thought we decided that we weren't going to let that stop us?"

"We did, but that doesn't mean it doesn't make me nervous."

I slide my hand along her stomach and around to her back, pulling her up to lay on her side and face me. "Then let's not talk about it anymore. We'll worry about that when we need to." I reach down and hook her leg around my hip, our bodies closer with the action as well. She bites her lip and looks up at my eyes. I slowly trail my hand up her leg, over her hip, along her side and over her shoulder to her jawline and ending at her lip. I gently remove her lip from between her teeth with my thumb, running the pad of it along her lip.

"Don't worry about it, alright? For me?" She nods and closes her eyes, breathing deeply. I take the moment of her blindness to press my lips firmly against her. She gasps and I take that opportunity to slide my tongue into her mouth.

Adison's POV

All of my worries melt away as Harry's tongue works against mine. Focussed on the movement of our mouths I completely forget my other limbs. But he doesn't apparently; he reaches down and takes my hand in his, placing it against his cheek at first as he deepens the kiss even further. After a moment he slowly moves my hand down over his neck to his chest, placing my palm flat against it. He separates his lips from mine briefly and we're both out of breath.

"Do you trust me?" he asks quietly.

"Yes."

With that he kisses me again, harder this time and more desperately. I feel like my heart could fly out of my chest at any moment and I take more charge with this kiss, moving my lips to my own will instead of following his lead. He moans softly and I wrap my leg tighter around his hip to feel his desire growing against me. He continues moving my hand down his body, over the dips in his abs and leading me to the top of his boxers. Oh boy. Things are about to get interesting.

I untuck my other hand from under my body and put it against the back of his neck as he rolls slightly on top of me. His hand encourages mine a little lower under the band of his shorts and I get really nervous. I pull away from the kiss and look up at him.

"I don't know..."

"It's okay if you don't want to," he whispers. Always misunderstanding me.

"Show me?" I ask quietly. I want to be able to make Harry feel the way he makes me feel. He nods and rolls onto his back, keeping his arm around me and his other hand over mine. He pulls my face down to his and kisses me slower this time, the focus not on my lips anymore but on my hand. Harry slowly pushes it a little lower and He suddenly gasps when I hit what must be a sensitive spot right above his member. He squeezes my hand in encouragement and my nerves skyrocket as my hand slides over his shaft. That's different...

"Are you okay?" Harry asks breathlessly. I nod and kiss him again. Harry starts moving my hand with his, slowly up and down. His grip on my back tightens, hand fisting my shirt and pushing me tighter against his body. After a minute his hand leaves mine and I'm left to my own devices. I continue pumping up and down and he breaks the kiss, head pushed back into the pillows and eyes squeezed shut tight. It's weird to see him like this, so vulnerable at my hand.

"Fuck, keep going," he says lowly. "Faster."

I comply with is demands and watch as he starts trembling from pleasure, eyes occasionally opening to look at me. His hips buck forward with the motion of my hand and I move even faster. This sends him over the edge and he starts moaning loudly. I smile and keep going as he writhes with pleasure under me.

"Ah...fuck." His hips rock up again and he moans once more as I feel a warm liqud spilling over my hand. He reaches beside his bed for a tissue and lifts my hand from his boxers to wipe away the mess, a lazy smile plastered on his face.

"Was it okay?" I ask shyly.

"Umm...yeah. Yeah I would say it was a little better than okay." He tosses the tissue to the side and pulls me on top of him. "You're amazing, did you know that?"

I'm thankful to the darkness for hiding my blush and he pulls my face down towards his to kiss me. After a moment he rolls us over so he's on top of me. Our little make out session quickly becomes heated and desperate and to be honest, it's tiring. In the best way possible.

"I think we should go to sleep," I breathe as he peppers my neck and collarbone with kisses. He lifts his head to look down at me and I smile up at him. "I'm a little tired."

"Me too." He kisses me once more and rolls off of me, pulling me tight against his side and kissing my forehead. We lay there in silence while our breathing slows.

"Goodnight, Harry."

"Sleep well, love."

Notes

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