Harry's POV

"Adie, come on! We're going to be late!" I call from the front door. She comes around the corner and I feel a smile spread across my face instantly. I notice she's wearing one of the tops my mum got her for Christmas. She looks beautiful. She's still fiddling with her hair and her bag is still open, two books falling out when she leans down to get her shoes. I laugh and pick them up for her, admiring her flushed cheeks.

"I'm sorry, I slept through my alarm," she says. I put the books back in her bag and do it up for her.

"Wouldn't have happened if you had just slept in my room last night." She rolls her eyes and I just laugh again. "Did you eat something?"

"No, but it's fine. Let's go." She steps towards the door but I step in front of the handle, blocking it from her. "I thought you wanted to go? We're going to be late."

"Breakfast is more important. At least go get a banana."

"Harry, I'm fine. Let's just go to school."

"Food first," I say firmly, folding my arms.

She sighs. "Fine mom," she huffs as she walks towards the kitchen. I chuckle to myself and get her coat out of the closet for her, which she also forgot. I hold it up for her when she gets back and she smiles shyly before pushing her arms through the sleeves. I take her backpack off the floor and put it on her shoulder for her.

"Ready?" She nods and I open the door.

"Oh, wait!" she says suddenly. I turn around to see her disappearing around the corner back towards her room. What now?

"Ads, we're really going to be late," I call after her. She runs back around the corner and smiles to me. "Can we go now?"

She nods and I step to the side so she can step out before me. I lock the door and follow her to my car. We both get in and I quickly pull out onto the road, eager to get to school for some reason. I'm never in a rush for school. Weird. When I look over at Adie she's fiddling with something on her wrist, face scrunched up in concetration. She looks adorable.

"What are you doing?" I ask.

"Why are you driving like a crazy person?" she asks, leaning far towards me as I round a corner a little too quickly. I slow my speed a little and smile slightly.

"Sorry. I want to get to school for some reason."

"You're probably sick of me," she reasons. I laugh, assuming it was a joke, but she doesn't sound like she's kidding. My brow furrows in confusion and we drive the rest of the way in silence. When we get to the school she's still looking at her wrist. I'm about to ask her what she's doing again when I realize that the bracelet I gave her and she's struggling to get it on. I reach over without a word and bring her wrist towards me. She sighs and holds it up so I can do up the clasp.

"Is this what you went back to your room for?" I ask, smiling at her once it's done up. She nods and starts to pull it back but I hold onto it. She looks back at me and I bring her open hand up to my lips, kissing her wrist. Her face flushes and I smile and kiss her arm a few times.

"Harry, we have class," she says, squirming a little. Still so shy.

"We have time," I argue. I pull her arm closer to me, guiding it up to the back of my neck while I lean forward to kiss her. She stays where she is but her free hand goes to my cheek, pulling me closer. My lips meet hers and I unbuckle my seatbelt then reach across for hers. As if reading my mind, she lifts herself off her seat and puts one leg over my lap, pulling her body onto mine so she's straddling me. Good thing she's so tiny, otherwise this would not work. I hold her tight against me with one hand while the other runs up and down her thigh a few times, slowly trailing up to her bum. My hand rests there and I squeeze gently, chuckling when she squeals and separates her lips from mine.

"What?" I ask innocently. She bites her lip and shakes her head a little.

"You're trouble," she says quietly, looking down at my lips. I just smile and wait for her to make the first move this time. She looks up at my eyes and I nod my head slightly. She slowly leans down and connects our lips again. I slide my hands under her sweater, resting them on the bare skin of her sides. She pulls back again and I groan in protest.

"We're at school," she scolds. Oh, so innocent.

"Alright," I laugh. She kisses me once more and climbs off me to her own seat. I get my bag from the back seat and we both get out of the car to walk towards the building. I put my arm around her shoulder and she looks up at me with confusion.

"We're at school..." she says again.

"I did this when we were friends, too," I remind her.

"Yeah but-"

"Adie!"

We both look to my right where the voice came from. Adie stiffens slightly and I can see why; Caroline was the one calling her name. She starts walking towards us and I look down at Adie, who looks scared.

"Do you want to talk to her?" I ask quietly. She bites her lip and stares past me at Caroline for a few seconds before slowly shaking her head. "Alright, then. Let's go to class."

"Okay," she agrees quietly. I keep her tucked under my arm as we walk up the steps and into the building. We go to her locker first then to mine. When we round the corner for the hall where my locker is I stop short. She takes one extra step before realizing that I stopped. She turns and looks at me with a confused expression.

"What are you doing?" she asks, stepping closer to me. This would fucking happen on the first day. Seriously?

"Nothing. Just..." I look past her at my locker and she follows my gaze; Courtney is leaning against my locker. Waiting for me, it looks like. "You know what, I'll just tell Mr. Dawson that I forgot my book."

"Harry, just tell her you don't want to talk to her."

"It's fine. Let's just go to class."

"No, we're going to get your stuff," she says firmly. She takes my hand and I can't help but smile at this little boost of confidence of hers. She would never want to talk to Courtney or be involved in any kind of confrontation. When we get to my locker the fake bitch looks up at Adie first, frowning instantly.

"What the hell do you-" she stops and looks over at me, then down at our still connected hands. Looks like someone's pissed.

"Excuse me, I need to get in my locker." She slowly tears her eyes away from mine and Adie's hands and looks up at me.

"Where have you been, Harry? You didn't come to any parties and you were only at New Year's Eve for like an hour."

"I'm not sure that's your business," I reply coldly. "Please move."

"Please don't tell me you were wasting your time with that," she says, looking at Adie with disgust. My blood instantly boils and I take a threatening step closer to her.

"Who the fuck do you-"

"Harry, we're going to be late," Adie says, squeezing my hand. I look back at her and she's giving me a pleading look. A little too confrontational, maybe. I give her a reassuring smile and turn back to Courtney. She glares at Adie for a moment before stepping to the side enough for me to get the door open. The three of us stand there in uncomfortable and tense silence while I gather my things. I slam the door shut and glare at Courtney before pulling Adie towards the English room. When we get there Liam is already sitting at the back, as usual. This day already sucks.

"Maybe we should just ditch," I suggest quietly. Adie releases my hand and laughs nervously. I follow her to the back of the classroom where there's two empty desks, conveniently beside where Liam is sitting. Adie takes the desk furthest from him, thankfully. I completely ignore Liam and Adie slouches into her seat.

"This is going to be a long day," she whispers.

- - - - - -

I have no idea why I was so eager to get here. Adie was right; this is probably the longest day of my life. Thankfully Adie and I have three of four classes together this semester so we just sit together and talk all day. At lunch we sit with our usual group, her friends included, but we mostly talk to Louis and Zayn. Niall and Caroline seemed pretty absorbed in each other and Liam and Tyler seem to have no choice but to talk to each other. I really don't want to be here.

Louis makes a few remarks about Adie and I through lunch, sort of hinting to the rest of the group. I'm not even really sure why we're keeping it a secret from all of them...Louis, Liam, Tyler and Caroline all know, which only leaves Niall and Zayn. Might as well just tell them.

When everyone is eating and not talking all that much, I take a moment to get all of their attention. When I have it I look over at Adie, who looks confused and a little scared.

"Most of you already know this, but just so you guys know me and Adie are dating."

Niall chokes on his food and Caroline pats his back a few times as he gets himself under control. I just laugh and Adie hits my leg under the table.

"Why did you do that?" she asks, face burning red. I just shrug and turn to the group. No one seems that surprised, obviously. Well, except Niall.

"I was not expecting that," he says when he's finally got himself under control. "That's awesome, though."

"Not it's not," Caroline says, sort of under her breath but loud enough that we can all hear it. I put my hand on Adie's leg and squeeze gently.

"Also, we're not telling my mum quite yet. So if you're at our house and my mother is around just don't say anything, alright?"

Everyone agrees and goes back to their conversations. Tyler and Liam have stopped talking altogether, both looking disgruntled. They both get up from their seats and leave the cafeteria. Good.

"Was that a good decision?" Adie asks, watching them leave.

"What's the big deal, you already knew they weren't okay with it."

"Yeah, but I thought we were just going to kind of act like it's not true for a while so everyone could cool down," she reasons, poking at her food a little.

"Sorry, I didn't think it would be a big deal," I say quietly, putting my arm across the back of her chair. She shrugs and I move a little closer to her. "I can make it up to you," I whisper in her ear. She shudders slightly and I pull back more so I can participate in other conversations. Adie pulls her chair closer to the table and I smile to myself, realizing that now no one would be able to see her lap.

I place my hand on her thigh, still looking past her at Zayn. I slowly trail my hand up her leg towards the top. She puts her hand on my leg when I get too close and pushes it down a little. She goes back to her food and I continue in my efforts, moving a little faster this time and getting my hand bettween her legs before she can protest. She squeezes her legs together and presses her palm flat against the table. I try not to smile about that reaction as I continue my conversation with Zayn. Well, thankfully he and Louis are doing most of the talking. I throw my two cents in when I can and continue rubbing my fingers against Adie's jeans right where a pleasure spot should be. I'm not sure I'm touching the right place and am about to try somewhere else when I suddenly hear her whimper quietly, only loud enough that I would hear it.

"Harry," she whispers, trying to stop me. I just smile and raise my eyebrows, acting completely innocent. She's about to protest again but she bites her lip instead. Now I know I've got her. She puts her hand on my arm, not to stop me but to grip it tightly to control herself. My fingers create more heat against her crotch and everyone jumps and stops talking when her knee bangs against the underside of the table, knocking everyone's stuff around.

"Shit, sorry," she says quietly. They give her a weird look and go back to their conversations and I decide my work here is done. She glares at me and I wink at her before turning to talk to Louis again.

Adison's POV

For some reason unknown to man I don't stop Harry. His hand rubs against me and I can feel myself getting warmer by the second. It feels really good and I put my hand on his arm, not to stop him but to have something to grip. I need to control myself or I'm going to make some really embarrassing noises in front of everyone. Suddenly the feeling is too overwhelming and out of no where my knee jumps up and hits the table hard, knocking a few things over and making everyone turn to look at me.

"Shit, sorry," I mumble, face turning red. They all slowly go back to their conversations and I glare up at Harry. He just winks and moves his hand to rest on my thigh. Apparently he got what he wanted. I find myself unable to focus on any conversation after that, so I just pick at my food in silence. I wish I could get Harry back for that.

When lunch is over I stand up slowly, still a little shaky from what happened a few minutes ago. Harry takes my tray for me and I smile to myself at the kind gesture. He really is great. I know I said that I'm not myself since I started liking him but...maybe it's the other way around. I feel so comfortable with him. Yes, I'm doing a lot of things I never would have before, but maybe that's good. My life was safe and boring before and now I finally feel like I'm living. Harry makes me feel happy and excited in spite of everything that's happened to me. I finally feel like myself. It's so...freeing.

In history Harry and I sit towards the back of the room, as usual. He sits and opens his book, a small smile playing on his lips.

"What are you smiling about?" I ask, leaning my head on my hand on my desk.

"Oh, nothing," he sings. "Just thinking about lunch."

My face turns red and I fold my arms on my desk, resting my forehead on them. Harry chuckles and puts his hand against my back. Thankfully the teacher begins the lesson and I have an excuse to discontinue that conversation. After history period Harry and I go our separate ways. Art makes me forget everything, not that I need a distraction. I just like that I can put everything out of my mind and get lost in a painting or a drawing. It's the best feeling.

I stay a few extra minutes to work on my piece and when I finally get out of the art room after cleaning up, the halls are almost empty. When I get to my locker Harry is waiting for me, texting or something but very focused. I smile and walk up to him silently.

"Whatcha doin?" I ask loudly when I get next to him. He jumps and drops his phone and I can't help but laugh. "Sorry," I giggle. He shakes his head, trying not to smile and I lean down to pick up his phone for him.

"You're luck I l-" he stops and his eyes go wide for a second. "You're luck we're at school," he corrects, taking his phone from my hands. I raise my eyebrows in question and he steps back awkwardly so I can get at my locker. He stands there in silence while I gather my things and when I'm finished he takes my hand to lead me out of the school.

"How was your last class?" I ask, trying to fill the silence.

"It was alright. Louis spilled acid on his shirt, it was hilarious."

"That sound dangerous."

"It wasn't that strong, so he was fine. He was so angry, I'm surprised you couldn't hear him yelling," he says, laughing at the memory.

"You missed your friends, didn't you," I conclude as we walk down the steps towards the parking lot.

"Yeah," he agrees quietly. He looks ahead guiltily and I move my body closer to him, squeezing his hand. He looks down at me slowly and I smile up at him.

"That's okay, you know. You're allowed to hang out with your friends."

"But I like hanging out with you."

"Well, that's good because we live together. You need some sort of balance. Don't be that jerk that ditches his friends for a girl. That's never a good quality."

He laughs and releases my hand to wrap his arm around my shoulder. I put my around his waist and lean into his body.

"Alright, fine. I'll see my friends more if that's what you really want."

"Good."

"But don't complain to me when you start to miss me. It's hard being the one that everyone loves," he says in a tortured tone. I just laugh. We both climb into the car and drive in silence for a few minutes.

"Did you get any homework?"

He shakes his head. "Nope. I'm assuming you didn't either?"

"I did not. Can we do a disney movie marathon?" I ask excitedly. He chuckles and takes my hand, lacing them together resting them on his lap.

"Yeah, we can do that," he agrees. I smile and look down at our hands. They're quite close to the top...

I smile to myself and adjust our hands slightly so they're a little closer. He doesn't seem to notice, continuing to drive. I look ahead to makes sure there are no other cars around first. I spread my hand in his and run my fingers along the crease of his jeans, applying a little bit of pressure. The car suddenly swerves a bit.

"Fuck," he hisses, redirecting the car to the middle of his lane. I just laugh and he turns to glare at me shortly. "Do you have a death wish?"

"Nope," I reply happily, popping the 'p'.

"And you say I'm trouble," he says, shaking his head.

---

"You cannot seriously be crying," he says, pulling my hair back from my face, which I had strategically placed there so he wouldn't see the tears. When we got home I changed into Harry's button up shirt and some cotton shorts to be more comfortable. He's wearing sweats and no shirt and I must say it is greatly appreciated.

"How can you not cry, look at that," I reason, pointing to the screen. Mufasa just died and Simba is crying and stuff. "Imagine if you were Simba."

"Imagine if I was a lion, right. Hold on." I look up at him and he looks up at the ceiling in thought. "Sorry, I can't."

"You're heartless. Who doesn't cry when they watch the Lion King? It's the saddest movie ever!"

"No, the Titanic. That's a sad movie."

"Oh shush." I turn back to the screen and pull the blanket up farther around me, leaning against Harry's shoulder. After a few minutes I feel his hand on my leg again, dangerously high. I stay still and wait for the next move. There it is.

His hand slides between my legs just like at lunch and instead of clenching them shut I open them more. I suddenly don't feel his hand anymore and I look up at him, confused. As soon as my eyes meet his he kisses me, full force. It's a little surprising buy I kiss him back quickly, gasping when his hand is on me again. This time, though, it's between my shorts and panties instead of on my shorts. I put my hand on the back of his neck, pulling him towards me and leaning back on the couch. He moves on top of my fingers moving against my mound painfully slowly. His tongue pushes into my mouth and my hands explore his body. How can someone be so perfect? I feel that it's unfair. His hand leaves my shorts and I separate my lips from his in confusion.

"What?" I ask breathlessly. He chuckles and lowers his body onto mine, letting most of his weight fall on me.

"What?" he copies, acting like nothing is wrong.

"Why did you..."

"What?" he asks again, acting confused but still smirking at me.

"Harry," I whine quietly, embarrassed. He smiles and kisses the tip of my nose.

"Do you want something, baby?" he asks lowly, voice raspy. It makes my insides melt and I stare into his beautiful eyes. Is he really going to make me do this? When I don't respond he starts kissing my neck, softly at first and slowly getting rougher. I lift one leg and wrap it around his to pull him closer. He starts moving up and down slightly against me.

"Is this pretty close?" he whispers against my ear lobe. His breathing gets faster and I tangle one hand into his hair.

"Don't you dare give me a hickey," I breathe. He chuckles and lifts his head again. He kisses me once quickly and slides into the space between my body and the back of the couch. He keeps our legs tangled together and a tight hold around my waist.

"Why'd you stop?" I ask quietly. He kisses my forehead and snuggles in closer to me.

"I actually love this movie," he says against my temple. He kisses me again and relaxes to watch the movie. Well that's a tad disappointing. He smiles at me and I turn onto my side to distract myself. His grip gets tighter around my waist and I can't help but smile as I watch the rest of the film. I have no idea when this became my life, but I'm happy. I'm actually happy.

---

My eyes open slowly and I rub them to help myself wake up. I'm still wrapped in Harry's arms, turned to face him now. I look up at his still sleeping face and there's another knock on the door, one that woke me up. I kiss Harry's chin softly and carefully untangle myself from him so I can get up. I make my way to the door and hug Harry's shirt close to me before opening the door to the cold night air. When I open it my mouth drops open in surprise.

"Liam? What-" I stop and look around the door to see if Harry woke up. I step out onto the porch and shut the door behind me. "What are you doing here?"

"I needed to see you. I thought you'd come see me and-"

"No," I interrupt, shaking my head and folding my arms. "Liam, I told you I'm not speaking about this anymore. I'm not angry with you. I just have nothing else to say to you about what happened."

"Please, hear me out. I need to explain myself."

"There's nothing to explain. I'm with Harry now, you know that."

"I don't want you to hate me."

"I don't hate you. I just can't-" I turn around when the door swings open. Harry looks at me and then to Liam, when his smile disappears. "Harry, it's fine. God back inside."

"What are you doing here?" he asks coldly, stepping out and ignoring my request.

"I need to talk to Adie."

"Uh, no you don't. I'm the only one that needs to talk to Adie. You can go now," Harry says rudely.

"Harry, this is unnecessary," I say, putting my hand on his chest. He looks down at me and I smile to try and lighten the unnecessarily dark mood. "It's fine, okay?"

"Tell him to leave," he says. I nod and he glares at Liam before stepping back inside. I take a deep breath and turn back to Liam.

"I'm not mad anymore, okay? There's nothing left for us to talk about. Can we just move on and be friends?"

He sighs and nods. "Okay."

"You need to try to fix things with Harry, okay? He's a lot more upset about this than I am. I don't like the idea of you guys ruining a friendship over this."

"I'll try, but I don't think Harry really cares about being my friend anymore."

"He does," I encourage. He smiles and I step back towards the door. "I should go back in. I'll see you at school." I step back inside before he can respond, jumping when Harry is standing right in front of me "You scared me," I laugh.

"Why the fuck does he keep trying to talk to you about what happened? Does he still like you? He knows we're-"

"Harry, stop." I put my arms around his neck and he relaxes a little. "It doesn't matter either way. He's not a problem. Stop being so angry with him, it's getting a little ridiculous. I just want you guys to be friends again."

"Maybe. He was such an ass to you."

"Yeah, to me. And I forgave him so why can't you?"

He rolls his eyes and smiles a little. "Fine. But if you could stop being so perfect that might make my life easier."

I shrug. "I can try but I can't make any promises."

He chuckles and leans down to kiss me. "You're adorable."

Notes

i kinda changed the school thing...i dont have a clue about the british school system :P so it's kind of different now. idk how much i said about it before but anyway. not that important but i just thought id mention it in case anyone was actually paying attention to that :P

im a loser

so i got really tired and i need to sleep so i kind of rushed the end there. the next one will be drama filled (hopefully) to spice things up again. weeeeeeeee

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