Sunday night comes all too quickly and Harry and I both feel extremely disappointed that we have to go back to school tomorrow. This break has been so incredible for so many reasons. I'm so excited about having Harry, but now the tricky part starts. We haven't discussed it completely, but I think the plan is to keep this a secret from anyone. Well, everyone except Tyler, Caroline and Louis who all know already. I still haven't really talked to Car and Ty since our little argument about my relationship, which has actually turned into a relationship since the last time I saw them. Gemma leaves tomorrow morning so tonight we're having a quiet night in with the four of us. Anne got back yesterday morning.

"What should we watch?" Gemma asks, digging through their massive drawer of movies. "Funny, romantic, scary....maybe an action one for Mr. Macho." Harry proudly holds up his arms, flexing and making the rest of us laugh. "Seriously, stop working out. I can't pin you down anymore."

He shrugs and sinks into the couch. "Can't help you, sorry."

"I'm sure there's some ladies out there appreciating it," Anne butts in, pinching his cheek. He blushes and swats her hand away playfully. I definitely appreciate it.

"I'm sure he's impressing everyone he wants too," Gemma adds. She quickly looks at me and goes back to the movies. I blush and look at my hands. When they've finally decided on one I look over at Harry, who's already looking at me. Gemma plops herself in the space between us and I look at the screen, relieved to see it's neither a horror or a romantic one. She has chosen The Heat. I haven't seen it before, so I'm actually excited.

Anne comments on the rough language a few times, but for the rest we're all laughing the entire time. After about an hour I get a text message. From Harry himself.

From Harry
You're way too far away from me :(

I do my best not to smile and quickly respond to the text.

To Harry
I know. im cold ;)

I'm not usually flirty like this, but we aren't going to be alone a lot tonight I feel like, so I might as well make it interesting. I lay down on my side so I can hide my phone from Gemma and so that Harry's face is now in my line of sight.

From Harry
You wont be later when we're in my bed ;)

My face and other areas of me get warmer when I read that message. When I look over at Harry he's already smirking at me. Maybe texting is a bad idea. He winks at me and I reach forward to set my phone on the table in defeat. Harry chuckles a little too loud for my liking and apparently at an inappropriate time in the movie.

"What's so funny?" Anne asks. He just shrugs and looks back at the screen. This boy is nothing but trouble. I can't stop thinking about what my mother would have thought about us being together. Harry is so good to me and I'd like to think that she'd be okay with it, but who knows. Tyler and Caroline think it's a bad idea, why would she disagree? Maybe I'm seeing this all wrong and Harry and I aren't good together.

I can't help but feel different these last two weeks. I'm doing and saying all these things that I never would have before, and I'm not sure if it's a good thing or not. I feel amazing...but maybe that's a bad sign. Maybe that will go away when we go back to school and Harry and I are thrust back into the real world. He's way too good for me anyway. I guess it's just a matter of time.

The problem I'm finding is that I'm not the person Harry thinks I am. The way I've been acting since the night we kissed is far from who I actually am. When we go back to school I'll become that person again and he'll realize that he doesn't actually want me. What am I supposed to do then?

I sit up and take myself out of Harry's view and sit back against the couch again to watch the rest of the movie. I'm not really in a laughing mood anymore, but I go along with it anyway. When the movie is over they all want to play a board game, some trivia one that I've never heard of. Apparently they've played a lot though, because they know most of the answers seemingly by heart.

"I think I'm going to call it a night," I announce. They all try to convince me stay up later, but with school tomorrow I have a good excuse to retreat to my bedroom. I take a long hot shower to relax my mind and lay in my bed for a while with my sketchbook. Most people keep a diary; this is my diary.

"Come in," I call when someone knocks on my door. I expect it to be Harry but instead Gemma walks in. I smile and she comes to sit beside me on my bed.

"What are you doing?" she asks, peering over me at my drawing. "Wow, that's really good, Adison. I had no idea you could draw like this."

I shrug and sit it on the bed in front of me. "It's a hobby."

"I'd say it's a little more than that." I smile in thanks and pick at my nail polish. I don't like accepting compliments and I don't like attention, either. "I'm really glad you're here, Adison. Not that I'm happy about what happened to your mother, I'm not. It's horrible. I'm just really happy that you're back in our lives. I wish the circumstances were better, but-" She stops and hits her back back against the headboard. "Shit. I'm sorry, I'm saying all the wrong things."

I laugh and shake my head. "Don't worry about it. I know what you're trying to say. Thanks, Gemma."

"You're doing so well with everything. How is that possible? If I was you I would be a mess."

"You're not the first person to say that to me. I guess I just realized that my mom wouldn't want me to sit around being miserable for her all the time. She would want me to be happy and live my life the same as I would if she was here. I guess that's what I'm trying to do," I explain.

"That's so...gown up. I would not be able to function the way you are. It really is inspirational, Adie."

"Thanks," I say quietly. "I'm really glad you came home. It was really nice to see you again."

"And you'll be seeing a lot more of me. Listen, Adie, I wanted to talk to you about something before I leave in the morning."

"Okay..."

She sighs and turns, sitting cross legged on the bed beside me. I sit up a bit and wait for her to begin. I have a bad feeling about this.

"I'm probably out of line here, but I need to say it." Typical Gemma. "I don't know if you know this, but Harry likes you." My mouth drops open at the bluntness of her statement, not the content of it. She takes it as the latter. "I know it's kind of a big thing to drop on you since you live in rooms across the hall from each other, but I just need to talk to you about it. My mum told me that she's really worried that he's going to try something with you. We can both tell that he really likes you and Harry is definitely the kind of person to go after what he wants."

If only she knew. She pauses there and I'm not quite sure what to say. I really hope my face isn't completely giving everything away. Is she going to tell me that she's forbidding it? I should resist? It's a little late for that.

"I'm not sure what you're saying, Gemma."

"When I came here I could tell that Harry was into you. It's so obvious, that boy is completely smitten. I was going to talk to both of you the day I got here and tell you to just be careful because it could be so complicated but..." she trails off and looks past me at the wall. What is happening here?

"But?" I encourage, hanging on her every word. Is this going where I think it is?

"I've watched you two a lot this weekend, the way you are together. He's so tentative and I've never seen him like that before. He watches you like you're about to break and there's something in his eyes when he looks at you that just..." she stops and looks back at me, completing the thought in her head to my disappointment. "I think you would be really great together," she says quietly.

"What?" I ask in disbelief. Did I hear that right?

"I don't even know if you like him like that and if you don't this is probably really awkward for you, but still. I just wanted to tell you that. My mum has her reasons for wanting to keep you guys apart but I don't think that should stop you. You could make each other really happy. So, my advice is that if he does do something keep it from mum and see what happens. Harry has never been like this with a girl and I would hate to think that he wouldn't get his chance with you because of her disapproval."

What is happening right now? Is this a dream? Gemma is actually telling me, without knowing that I like him, that I should date Harry. I'm not really sure what I'm supposed to do with that. What do I say? Maybe I should tell her that we're already together. But Harry probably wouldn't like that very much..

"Okay, I've made you uncomfortable."

I shake my head and laugh nervously. "It's not that. I'm fine. I'm just not really sure what to say."

"You don't have to say anything." She leans forward and hugs me. "I'm glad you're here."

"Me too."

She releases me and climbs off the bed. "I'm not sure when I'll be home next, but I'll text you, alright? Bye, Adie."

"Bye Gemma." She waves and disappears through the bathroom, shutting the door to her side of it. I lean back against the pillows and immediately get my phone to text Harry. I need to talk to him about this. For some reason that conversation made me really excited. Maybe it's the fact that she's the first person to actually think this could work. That makes me feel so much better. I ask Harry if he's in bed yet or not and he says that he's just talking to his mum for a minute in her room. Good, that means she's going to bed as well. I sneak across the hallway and go to Harry's bedroom to wait for him there. I pace around nervously and practically jump on him when he finally opens the door. I throw my arms around his neck and he kicks the door shut with his foot, laughing a little at me.

"Well hello to you too." He sets me on the floor and I put my hands on either side of his face to pull him down to me. I can feel that he's surprised but he kisses me back anyway, pulling me tight against his body. When I break the kiss he smiles.

"What was that for?" he asks softly, looking at my lips a few times.

"I just talked to Gemma about us," I tell him. His eyes go wide with nervousness and I quickly catch him up. "She came to me, I didn't tell her anything."

"But she knows?"

"No, she doesn't."

"What did she say?"

"Well if you would let me finish I will tell you," I say, laughing a little at how nervous he is. He sighs and I take his hands from behind my back, walking backwards and leading him to the bed. I sit on the end and cross my legs, facing him. Harry sits quite close to me, putting his legs over mine so they extend behind me. He takes one of my hands and fiddles with my fingers, smiling slightly at me.

"You have my undivided attention," he says. It would be a lot easier to pay attention if he wasn't so close and touching me...

Focus. "Okay, well at first I thought she was going to say that she figured it out, but she didn't. Basically, she can see that you're crazy about me." I smile proudly and he chuckles.

"Well she's right about that."

I blush and continue my story. "She told me that she knows that your mum doesn't want us to do anything but she thinks that we should anyway."

"What?"

"Yeah, she said that if you were to make a move or something I should go along with it if I wanted to. She thinks we'd be really good together."

He smiles and raises an eyebrow. "Are you serious?"

"Yep. She also said that she's never seen you act like this with a girl before."

"But she doesn't even know we're dating."

"I know."

"Wow." He laughs a little and picks up my other hand. "I guess my sister knows me pretty well."

"It would appear so," I agree. He just stares at me for a minute and I look down at our hands uncomfortably. I love it when he looks at me like that, but I also don't because I can't handle it. It's so intense.

"So, why'd you stop texting me during the movie?" he asks. I look back up at him and smile shyly as I shrug. "Well...I was kind of hoping you'd say that you wanted to find out what I was talking about."

My face turns red and he gets up from the bed. I watch as he goes to his closet and steps out of his clothes, throwing them all in the hamper. My face goes red watching his incredible body walk to the door only in his boxers, making sure it's closed and shutting off the light. I bite my lip nervously and he walks closer to me, struggling to keep myself quiet when he suddenly puts his hands under my arms and throws me back towards the pillows. I giggle and he lowers himself onto the bed, crawling towards me. He smirks deviously at me and puts his hands on my stomach, sliding my shirt up to just below my bra. His hair tickles my skin as he presses his lips to my bellybutton, slowly moving down towards my shorts and going back up again. He leaves light kisses all over me and I start squirming a little underneath him. I can't believe I was doubting this earlier tonight. No one else could make me feel like this. And I don't want anyone else.

"Mmm...your skin is so soft," he says, lips brushing along my skin as he speaks. I get my legs out from under him and wrap them around his torso. He makes his way around what feels like all of my exposed skin and I'm starting to go insane. He kisses back up the middle and finally lifts his head, bringing it up to hover over my face. He lowers the rest of his body onto mine and I tighten my legs around him.

"Do I make you nervous?" he asks softly, smirking down at me. Umm...

"Is that a serious question?" I ask, laughing a little.

"And why would I made you nervous?" he continues, his fingers trailing lightly along my side.

"Well...have you seen you?" I ask quietly, looking down at his chest.

"Well...have you seen you?" he counters, brushing his nose against mine. As if there's even a comparison. "Ads, seriously, you don't even know how nervous I get around you."

"Really?" I ask, narrowing my eyes. He nods and continues.

"You're sexy as hell. Plus you're so quiet, so I never know what you're thinking. It's scary."

"Are you serious?" I ask in disbelief.

"You really have no idea what you do to me, do you?" He leans down closer and I can feel his breath against my lips. My heart starts beating really fast. "Are you going to kiss me?" he asks quietly. I tilt my head up and meet his lips with my own. He kisses me back hungrily and slides his hand under my shirt. I break the kiss and he moves down to my neck instead.

"I need to go back to my room, Harry," I breathe, closing my eyes. He hums against my skin and continues what he's doing. I giggle and push him back by his shoulders. "I'm serious."

"I know, that's why I didn't stop," he says with a cheeky smile. I roll my eyes and kiss him once more. "Alright, fine."

"What are we doing about school?" I ask.

He sighs. "I guess we just keep it a secret for a while? I'm not really sure."

"Well, my friends know and Louis knows. Plus, Liam probably has a pretty good idea."

"True. I don't know, Ads, I guess we just see how it goes."

"Right."

"I don't like it, trust me. But I don't know what else to do."

"I know." I reach up and put my palm against his cheek. He closes his eyes and leans into it slightly. "I really should go back to my room."

"Okay. Are you sure you don't want me to umm...do something for you first." He raises his eyebrows a few times and I just giggle nervously.

"Move it, Styles."

"Fine." He kisses me once more and rolls off of me. "Goodnight. Try not to dream about me."

I laugh and get up off his bed, despite my body asking me to do otherwise. "I'll do my best. Goodnight, Harry."

Notes

short, I know. I just wanted to get an update in tonight so they can go back to school finally. i just realized i spent like thirteen chapters on christmas break so...time to move on :P

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