"So tomorrow is the last day of the month," Harry says, coming to sit beside me on my bed. He lays on his side with his head propped up on his hand. I nod as he looks up at me and continue sweeping my pencil across the page. Today is Friday and we just finished our exams for the semester today and Anne is taking us out for dinner.

"As in the 31st," he continues.

"Makes sense," I tease, briefly letting my eyes wander to his from my page. He sighs and I put my pencil down to give him my full attention. He raises his eyebrows expectantly and I copy the expression. "Am I missing something?"

"Wow. Aren't guys supposed to be the ones that forget these things," he says, shaking his head at me with a smirk on his face.

"Harry, can you tell me what you're talking about. My brain is fried from exams so please."

"Do you remember what day it was when I asked you to be my girlfriend?" he prompts. I look away from him in thought and smile at the memory.

"New Year's Eve," I report. "Oh!" I laugh and he smiles that I finally realized. How could I forget. I guess that means we've been together for a month. "Well, technically it was the first since it was after midnight when you actually asked me."

"Technically..." he thinks for a moment and shakes his head. "Okay, you have a point. I guess that means we'll just have to spend extra time together tomorrow night." He flashes a toothless grin and I laugh as I reach forward to poke him dimple.

"How is that going to work?"

He shrugs. "We'll just tell my mum we're going to Louis' or something. He'll cover for us."

"Where are we going?"

"Oh it's a surprise."

"Harry," I whine. I put my sketchbook on the other side of me and lay down beside him, copying his position. "Can you give me a hint?" He shakes his head. "Can I ask questions?"

"I guess I can allow that," he says, laying on his back. He puts one hand behind his head while the other rests on his stomach. I shuffle a little closer and he watches my face like I'm about to disappear.

"Okay..." I look around the room and try to think of something, but my entire brain seems to be turned off. Completely blank. Harry chuckles and lifts his hand from his stomach, brushing his fingers along my jawline.

"Are you actually going to ask me anything?" he asks quietly, looking down at my lips. His eyes slowly roam over my whole face and in moments like this it feels like time just stops. We are the only two people in the entire world and he makes me feel so special.

"I can't think with you staring at me like that."

He chuckles and drops his hand to his stomach. "Sorry."

I smile down at him and put my free hand over his, linking our fingers together. It's crazy to think about how natural our relationship feels. I feel like it's weird to have this kind of connection so soon. It's probably because we live together so we spend a lot of time together, but honestly that doesn't feel like the reason. Being around Harry is so easy and effortless and I think he feels the same way about me. I hope he does.

"Is it something active?" I ask finally. He smiles and lifts our hands, staring intently at them.

"Part of it is."

"Part of it? How many parts are there? Wait, are you actually planning some sort of special night thing?" I ask quickly. He laughs and rolls his head to the side to look up at me.

"Yeah. A special night thing," he repeats.

"Well what's the first part?"

"You have to ask specific questions."

"I didn't realize there were rules," I say, rolling my eyes at him.

"If you're going to be difficult then I'm not answering anything else," he threatens.

"Alright fine. Umm...Will we be outside?"

"Nope."

"Will I have fun?"

"Well I hope so," he says, laughing again. He seems so happy; it makes me smile. "Alright, that's all the questions you get. Mum texted me and said she'd be back from work at around six so we'll go out for dinner after that. So that gives us the whole afternoon alone." He smirks seductively and I blush involuntarily.

"I was drawing, you know."

"You'd rather draw than kiss me?" he asks, acting completely offended. "How insulting."

I roll my eyes and take my hand from his, sitting up again and picking up my sketchpad. Harry lightly traces his fingers along my thigh as I go back to my sketching. Harry and I basically have a schedule to our relationship; when Anne is around we hang out in more public areas and just talk. About anything and everything. When she's not home we basically kiss the entire time or cuddle on the couch and stuff like that. At school we act like a mix of the two.

We studied together nonstop for exams since we had three classes together in that semester. We don't act coupley or anything around Anne obviously; we just talk and joke around. Like we're best friends. Anne actually came up to me the other day and said she was really happy that Harry and I are so close. She said she could tell we understand each other and trust each other and all that stuff. It was...weird. Really weird for me. I feel really bad lying to her, but Harry just makes me so happy. I know I shouldn't be justifying it, but I can't help it. Harry has quickly become the most important thing in my life.

Tyler and Caroline finally apologized. They're still not okay with it and things aren't back to normal yet, but we're speaking again. Car hangs out with Niall a lot but they aren't dating or anything. They probably will eventually but for now they're just hanging out. Tyler seems sad lately but...I'm sure he's fine.

"Quit staring at me," I accuse lowly, smiling down at my paper.

"No thanks," he says simply. I laugh and look over at him quickly. He winks and I go back to my drawing. Flowers have been my thing lately. No idea why. He continues lightly running his fingers up and down my thigh. I feel like I'm so boring compared to Harry, but he seems completely content to just sit around with me.

"Can I see?" he asks after a few minutes. I shrug and lift the pad a bit so he can see the paper. His eyes go wide and he sits up, taking the book from me and holding it in front of his face. "Shit, this is really good."

"Thanks," I mumble, picking at my nails. He looks at the drawing for another minute or two before setting it down on the bed beside him. I'm about to protest and ask for it back but he silences me with his lips. I smile against his mouth and put my hands on either side of his face. He pulls back ever so slightly for a breath and quickly reattaches our lips again, now slowly adjusting his body so it's hovering over mine. He pushes me back and we slowly lay down against the pillows. Harry slides one hand under my back, lifting me a little and sliding my body a little further down the bed. When he's satisfied his body presses down into mine. I place one hand against the back of his neck and slide the other one down his front, slowly down over his chest and stomach. He sighs and aggressively parts my mouth with his tongue.

Harry and I have not slept together yet. We've done other stuff, but I just don't feel ready. I don't know what's a normal amount of time to wait or what but I just know that I'm not comfortable with the idea yet. And I don't think I should have to as long as I'm not ready. Harry has been a complete gentleman about it. We haven't actually had the discussion either. I think he knows that I'll tell him when I'm ready.

The furthest I've gone with him is just...using our hands. I know that doing more would be incredible because that alone has been the most amazing thing ever, but I'm completely scared out of my mind.

"Harry, what did I say," I giggle. I told him no more love bites, since the marks that result are just far too obvious and it's really hard to cover them since make up isn't really my thing. He chuckles against neck and kisses his way back up to my mouth.

"I can't help it," he says, leaning his forehead against mine.

"My neck is too obvious," I continue, running my fingers through his hair and he lifts his head slightly, one eyebrow raised. "Don't get any ideas. I need to shower." He's about to protest but I push him off of me. I walk towards the bathroom and turn when I get to the door.

"Ads, you're not going to umm..." he looks down at his jeans, "help me out here?"

I just laugh and back into the bathroom, wiggling my fingers at him as I disappear. He's fun to tease. After my shower I walk to my closet to pick out an outfit, then I realize I have no idea where we're going. Without thinking I walk across the hall and go into Harry's room without knocking.

"Hey Harr-ah!"

"Shit!"

I quickly turn and shut the door, my hand over my mouth and my face completely red. Oh my gosh. I totally just caught Harry....ew. Oh my..I don't even know what to do right now. I hear shuffling behind the door and I fall back a little when Harry swings it open. This is so weird. He really wasn't kidding when he said he needed help. I totally just saw him working on himself. This is so awkward.

"Fuck, sorry," he says quickly. "That wasn't...I wasn't actually..fuck."

He covers his face with his hands and I can't help but giggle. He slowly lowers them and smiles shyly. I can't believe that just happened. I start laughing really hard and he blushes and just watches me. He starts laughing as well and runs his hand through his hair.

"Okay, stop laughing," he says, trying to control himself as well. I take a deep breath and finally stop.

"I'll just let you get back to it," I tease. He rolls his eyes and turns a deeper shade of red.

"How long are you going to tease me about this?" he asks. His eyes roam my body and I suddenly remember I'm only in my towel. His eyes go wide and he takes a step closer to me, putting his hands on my waist to keep me from back away.

"I was just going to ask what restaurant we're going to. I need to get dressed," I inform him quietly, tightening the grip on the edge of my towel. He slips his finger into the opening and my heart-rate skyrockets.

"I like this look," he says lowly, one corner of his mouth pulling up into a smirk.

"Umm..." I completely lose my train of thought when my eyes land on his lips. Perfectly shaped, pink...without thinking I reach up and pull his face down to mine. He wraps his arms around my completely and lifts me off the ground a bit. Our tongues swirl together and he pushes me roughly against the wall. When I wrap my legs around his waist my towel is barely covering my centre right now but for some reason I really don't care. He grips my waist tightly and I can feel my towel start to slip down. He's still shirtless from earlier and it feels incredible. Suddenly his hips rock against mine and I gasp. A low sound leaves his mouth and he repeats the motion.

"Maybe I'll help you now," I breathe as his lips attack my neck. He carries me to his bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him. My towel is barely hanging on at this point and when we get to the bed I adjust it slightly as he shimmies out of his already unbuttoned jeans. He leaves his boxers on and immediately his hips are moving against mine. I moan against his mouth and he continues pushing against me, rougher and more desperately each time. Usually Harry takes his time with this stuff; I think he likes to tease me. These movements are frenzied and I can't pull him close enough.

I don't know what is going through my mind, but I decide it's a good idea to remove the towel from my lower half, separating to edges so my breasts are still covered but the rest of me is not. Feeling the difference Harry groans and breaks the kiss. My breath comes out in short spurts and he stares down at me, low sounds coming from deep inside. I pull his mouth back down to mine as I reach my climax, his mouth absorbing my moans. He comes shortly after me and presses his lips to the skin where my shoulder and neck meet. I feel him spill into his boxers and he just lays on top of me for a few minutes while we both catch our breath.

"I really need to get ready."

He smiles down at me and kisses me once more before rolling off me. I quickly re-cover myself and get up to grip my towel. He smiles and makes his way around the bed to me.

"You're my favourite," he says happily. I laugh and he puts his hands on either side of my face. "That was definitely better than doing it on my own."

"Let's not talk about that," I laugh. He shrugs and kisses me again. "Okay, I need to get ready."

Notes

SO i know nothing really happened here...that was to set up for their anniversary thing the next night. steamy though :P making up for my little disappearance i guess. ill probably update tonight (if I can) or tomorrow sometime. i will also be updating against all odds tonight :)

im sorry i took so long to update :( it was literally so hard not to update but i really had to study so yeah. sorry :) thanks for the concerns guys :) love you!!!

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