Harry's POV

I nervously drum my fingers against the steering wheel as I drive towards the hotel. The last time I was this nervous was the first time I kissed Adie. I honestly thought she would say no to going to the hotel with me. I don't want her to think that this means we have to have sex tonight. What if she thinks that? I would feel like such a dick. I need to make sure she knows that's not why I'm doing this. Gemma warned me about this. I should have told her before. She probably feels cornered. Fuck, she probably doesn't even want to go with me right now. Maybe I should just take her home. I don't want her to-

"Harry," Adie says suddenly, reaching over and putting her small hand around mine to stop the tapping. I look over and smile apologetically, but she just laughs.

"Sorry."

"Why are you so nervous?" she asks quietly, bringing my hand over to her lap. Her fingers fiddling with the black ring on my middle finger, the one that she gave me. The one I never leave the house without.

"You're not?" I turn my head quickly a few times to look at her. She looks out the front window for a painfully long minute and then shakes her head. What!?

"I'm not," she says calmly. She leans her head back and smiles at me. "You shouldn't be either. Your driving is getting scary." She laughs a little and I relax a little on the gas.

"Sorry," I say again.

"Stop apologizing," she says gently.

"Sorry."

"Harry."

"Sorry! Shit." She laughs and squeezes my hand. "Ads, you know that we're not going to the hotel because...I would never assume...I'm not trying to pressure you...damn it."

"Harry, pull over."

"What?"

"Just do it."

I slowly come to a stop on the side of the road, turning to face Adie. She unbuckles her seatbelt and I watch while she lifts herself over the console to straddle my lap, one knee on either side. She rests her hands on either of my shoulders and I easily slide mine onto her waist.

"Breathe," she instructs. I close my eyes and do as I'm told. "You need to calm down. I know you're not forcing me into anything. I wanted to come here, remember? I trust you, okay?"

I open my eyes and she puts one hand against my cheek. I don't understand why she's so calm right now, but it's exactly what I need. She's all I need.

"Okay," I breathe. "I'll relax. I don't know why, but I'm freaking out here."

"I can tell," she teases lightly. "Take a deep breath and pull yourself together, Styles. We have a reservation."

I smile and she leans down to kiss me, our lips moving easily together for a minute or two before she pulls away and pecks my cheek. She climbs back to her own seat and I take a few breaths before pulling back onto the road. I feel like she's too good for me. She's so perfect and it's ridiculous. How can I even try to be good enough for her?

As I pull out onto the road I put my hand over hers, lacing our fingers together. Just holding her hand calms me down. We drive in a comfortable silence the rest of the way, and although I'm not completely calm, her little speech definitely helped me a lot. We pull up to the hotel and I ask her to wait in the car; they'll probably be able to tell when both of us are together that we're in high school. I go inside and check in, tapping my fingers impatiently as my nerves come back since Adie is no longer by my side. When I finally get the key I go back out to the car. Adie sees me coming and steps out of the car, her heels making her legs look a mile longer than normal. She holds my bag out to me and I take both of them from her, holding them in one hand and clicking the button to lock the car. I take her hand firmly in mine and we walk towards the building, walking casually past the front desk. When we get in the elevator I drape my arm over her shoulder, pressing my lips gently to her temple. She sighs and wraps her arms around my waist.

"I'm really glad you did this," she says quietly.

"I'm really glad you said yes." We both laugh lightly and she tilts her head up to face me. "You get more beautiful every day." Wow, that sounded a lot less cheesy in my head.

"That was the corniest thing you've ever said to me," she jokes. My face flushes and she laughs again. "But also the sweetest."

Not feeling very smooth tonight, Styles. Instead of opening my mouth again I lean down to kiss her. She stands taller on her toes to press her lips more to mine, but to my dismay the elevator opens on our floor. We step out and walk down the long hallway until we get to our room. I slide it in and try to quickly open the door, but I stumble a bit and it doesn't open. She laughs and I lean my forehead against the door.

"Here," she says gently. I let her slide the key out of my grip and I step to the side a bit so she can get to the doorknob. She easily opens the door and pushes it open, stepping inside and holding the door so I can get by. It swings shut and we stand there in the dark for a moment.

"Umm...Ads?"

"Yeah, one sec." I hear her hand sliding along the wall and after a few seconds the lights switch on. My eyes go wide when the room comes into view. I was not expecting this. My sister definitely went a little overboard.

Theres a giant white bed in the middle with a few gold accents on it. On my left side there's a sort of day-bed type chair. The furthest wall is composed of floor to ceiling windows and the whole thing is just...beautiful.

"Harry what...this is..it's incredible," Adie says quietly. I slowly look to my right where she is standing, also marvelling at the room. She meets my eyes and looks guilty. "You didn't have to do this."

"Like I said, Gem booked the room. I had no idea it would be like this." I really had no idea. I figured it would just be a standard hotel room. This is so nice. I didn't even realize there were hotels like this in our town. "Now that we're here, we might as well enjoy it." I smile at her and she does as well. I set the bags down on the floor and run over to the bed, jumping and turning in the air so I land on my back. She laughs and kicks her heels off before jumping beside me.

"Oh my gosh, this bed is amazing," she says, spreading her arms and feeling over the duvet. It is, this bed feels like a cloud.

"What do you want to do? Watch a movie? Room service?"

"I could not eat another bite," she says, propping herself up on her elbows. "I do want to get out of this dress, though."

"I can help you with that," I say playfully, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her on top of me. She giggles and puts her hands on either side of my face when our lips find each other's. I slide my hands down her waist really slowly over her backside and resting under her thighs. I pull her legs down on either side of my body and she pushes herself closer to my face. She suddenly separates from me and rolls away, standing up and leaving me quite flustered.

"Where are you going?" I ask, sounding a little more desperate than I intended. She smiles and walks to her bag.

"I'm going to change," she says. I nod and she disappears into the bathroom. I sit up and shrug off my blazer, throwing it over to the chair. I take off my shoes as well and lay my head back against the pillows, twisting Adie's ring around on my finger while I wait for her. Nervous again. Definitely nervous.

Adison's POV

I lock the door of the bathroom and turn towards the mirror, leaning on my hands and staring at myself. This night has been so perfect and it's so cute that Harry is so nervous. I have a feeling that doesn't happen for him a lot. He's trying to be so sensitive towards me. I love that.

Am I ready for this? I never thought that I would be, but the more I think about sleeping with him the more I realize that I want this. I don't think I'd regret it at all. Tonight has been completely perfect and I could not ask for a better guy to have my first time with. Hopefully it ends up being a lot more than just once.

I blush at the thought and smile small at myself. I feel like I've changed so much lately. I still think about my mother all the time, but I don't feel as sad about it. Harry is definitely the reason for that. It's so crazy, but I don't know what I would do without him. Just being near him is enough to make me feel safe and wanted. What more could I ask for?

"You can do this," I whisper to myself.

I start digging through my bag and realize that I didn't really pack anything that would be appropriate for this kind of situation. I brought Harry's shirt to sleep in when I thought I would be staying at Caroline's house; that was the plan all along. I unzip my dress at the side and let it fall to the floor, really thankful that I thought to wear matching undergarments. They're both lacey and a faint pink colour, making me look more olive-toned than I already am. I pull the pins out of my hair and let it fall around my face, running my fingers through it so it's not too messy. My heart starts to pound when I realize what might happen tonight. Not in a dreading and anxious kind of way, but in an excited and nervous one. I have no idea what to expect, but I trust Harry completely. What could go wrong?

I bend down and pull Harry's shirt out of the bag, setting it on the vanity and stuffing my dress and blazer inside. I kick it off to the side somewhere and reach for Harry's plaid button up that I've worn more than he has in the last month. It still smells like him and it's so worn and comfortable. It's my favourite thing to wear. I pull it over my shoulders and do up two buttons over my stomach, folding the collar a bit so my bra is exposed. The shirt falls just over my panties, but when I walk you can see the front of them.

Here goes nothing.

I take a deep breath and open the door of the bathroom, shutting off the light and slowly walking around the corner. The lights are off except for the lamp beside the bed. Harry is absentmindedly staring out the wall of windows, one hand behind his head while the other twirls his phone between his fingers. I look beside the bed at the clock and smile to myself. It's 11:47, which means it's almost Harry's birthday. He probably thinks I have no idea, but I could never forget that. I guess now I have two presents for him.

Harry's POV

She's taking forever and I feel like I'm about to go insane. I have no idea how I'm supposed to act tonight and it's freaking me out. I don't want to do the wrong thing and fuck everything up.

"Hey Adie-" I call, stopping when I turn my head away from the window and towards the hallway. My eyes find Adie and they almost pop out of my head. She leans her weight on one foot, one hip jutting out while she twists her ring nervously on her finger. She's wearing my shirt...but not much else. I swallow nervously and she looks down at her hands. She's probably as nervous as I am right now. I smile at her to try and reassure her and when she meets my eyes again she bites her lip. Oh, the things this girl can do to me.

I pat the bed next to me. "Come here," I beckon quietly. She slowly walks over to the bed and I take all of her in. She could not look any sexier right now. Her bra is only half covered by the material of my shirt, the light pink lace showing through. As she walks her legs move the fabric and show the front of her panties, which are the same colour as the bra. And the fact that she's wearing my shirt with only like two buttons done up...I've never seen anything sexier.

She crawls onto the bed and lays beside me, holding her body up on her arm with her legs overlapped. She seriously looks like a fucking model. I might die. Seriously. She flips her hair over her shoulder and slowly meets my eyes. She looks nervous but..she doesn't seem scared. She looks..excited maybe?

I don't want to make any assumptions here. I don't want to be a dick about this. But the way she's dressed...I don't know, but I think she's trying to tell me something.

"You look amazing," I whisper, reaching up with one hand to run my thumb along her cheek. She blushes and smiles down at the duvet. I tilt her face back to mine and she moves closer to me, leaning her body into mine and setting one leg over mine. Her hand slides across my body and I take the outstretched hand, lacing our fingers together over my chest. We just look into each other's eyes and I search in hers to try and figure out what she wants from me.

"Ads..." I whisper. She smiles a little and leans down toward me, lightly pressing our lips together. Despite the minimal contact I feel like there's fireworks going off around us. This has never felt so perfect or right. In this moment, I honestly feel like I'm in love with her. She's everything to me and I need her. Is that crazy?

She unlocks our hands and slides her hand slowly up my chest, bringing it up to rest against my cheek. She breaks the kiss and quickly reattaches them again, this time much more passionately. I breath heavy against her mouth and turn onto my side, holding her leg around my hip as I roll over to lay on top of her. I slowly slide my hand up from her knee, slowly over the smooth skin of her thigh, under the fabric of my shirt and over the lace of her underwear. She shivers slightly I slip my hand under her back, holding her tight to me as I lean more of my weight against her body. Our bodies seem to be connected; every dip and line fits perfectly together like puzzle pieces. I can't imagine having such a perfect connection with anyone else. One of her hands tangle into my hair and the other slides under the thin fabric of my shirt, sliding lightly over the skin over my spine. I shudder involuntarily and slide my tongue into her mouth. She moans and hooks her leg around mine to pull me closer. I slow down the fervent kiss and eventually pull away, both of us breathing heavy. I lift my body from hers a little and she runs her fingers through the tiny curls at the nape of my neck.

"Ads do you..." I struggle to find the right words that aren't going to make me sound like a hormonal teenager. "Should I stop?"

I can tell by the look in her eyes that she knows exactly what I mean. Her hands slowly leave my body and I hang my head a little. I instead feel them slide between us and I lift my body from hers, opening my eyes and looking down at her body. She reaches for the buttons on my shirt and undoes the two that were fastened, exposing her flat stomach. She starts to prop herself up and I sit back on her waist. She sits up as well and lets the shirts fall from her shoulders onto the bed. She reaches behind her to throw it onto the floor, then her hands find the bottom of my shirt.

"I'm ready," she says quietly. My stomach flips around in my stomach and I feel so nervous I could probably die. Also excited. Really excited.

Adison's POV

I start to lift Harry's shirt and he lifts his arms as I get to his shoulders. He finishes pulling it off and tosses it aside. I put my arms around his neck and kiss his full lips, slowly leaning back down. Harry leads me back to the soft pillows and his tongue gently explores my mouth. I love how slow and tender and just...loving this feels. I imagined it being a rush of passion and a frenzied moment of relief, but this is amazing. Harry is taking his time, feeling my body and just letting the moment sink in. His lips slowly trail to the side of my neck and I turn my head, the red light of the alarm clock catching my eye. I smile and push Harry's shoulders. He pulls back with worry etched into his features.

"Harry birthday Harry," I whisper, running my fingers along his cheekbone. He smiles widely, dimples decorating his features.

"You remembered?" he asks happily, rubbing his nose against mine. I giggle and nod.

"Of course I remembered. What kind of girlfriend would I be if I didn't?"

"Still a pretty great one, but this makes you pretty awesome." He leans down to kiss me again but I break it. He pouts and I flick his lip with my finger.

"I have a present for you," I inform him quietly. He smirks and looks down at my lips.

"Can it wait? I'd rather have you."

My face heats and my insides melt as the low and raspy words leave his mouth.

"Present first," I respond shakily. He sighs and kisses me once more before removing his body from mine. I get the shirt off the ground and pull it around my shoulders so I'm not so bare anymore, walking back to the bathroom where my bag is. I pull the small box and the card out of my bag and walk back where he's sitting waiting for me, body against the headboard with legs stretched in front of him. I crawl over and put my legs on either side of his, sitting on his lap and handing him the envelope first. He opens the card, which isn't too intense since we haven't been together for that long. He chuckles and sets it on the table.

"Thanks baby," he says lowly, leaning forward to kiss me. I break it, earning a groan from him. I giggle and hand him the small box. "You get me really tiny gifts."

"Just open it."

"So bossy."

I roll my eyes and he winks playfully at me. He pulls the paper off the box and lifts the small lid. He lifts the tiny guitar pick and holds it between his fingers.

"A guitar pick?" he asks quietly, looking intently at it and turning it back to me.

"This isn't just any guitar pick," I inform him. He raises his eyebrows. I had no idea what to get Harry, then he mentioned that John Mayer was his favourite artist. Since he basically has everything, I figured he would love this.

"You're being weirdly mysterious."

"This was someone else's."

"So you got me a used guitar pick? How kind of you," he says sarcastically. I whack his arm and he laughs.

"For your information, this guitar pick belonged to John Mayer."

His eyes go wide and he stares at me for a moment before looking back at it. He starts at the tiny piece and then looks back at me.

"Are you serious?" I nod. "Like, he actually played with this? On his actual guitar?"

"Yes, Harry." I laugh and he stares at the pick like it's a diamond. I think he likes it.

"This is probably the coolest gift I've ever gotten," he says, placing it back in the bod. He covers it and puts his hands on either side of my face to pull me closer. "Thank you."

He kisses me and I let him this time, lips moving and tongues dancing. He suddenly flips me over and I smile against his mouth. We make out for a white and he reaches around my back to unclasp my bra. My heart starts beating like crazy and suddenly Harry's phone starts ringing on the table beside us. He groans and kisses me quickly once more.

"Sorry," he says quietly. I smile and he looks at the screen, eyes going wide as he reads the name. He looks at me and sits up a bit, hitting the screen and holding the phone to his ear.

"Hello?" He sits there frozen and I sit up a little, now really nervous. I can hear the person on the other end, so they must be yelling.

"Who is it?" I whisper.

"I can't," he says into the phone. "I'm at Louis', I told you that." He pauses and his face pales. "He's there? Now? Yeah. Okay, bye." He hangs up and sets his phone down, running one hand through his hair and looking extremely nervous.

"Harry? What is it, what happened?" I ask frantically. He slowly meets my eyes.

"Tyler is at our house. He...." he stops and just stares at me. That must have been his mum...no. No no no!

"Harry?" I whisper.

"She knows," he says lowly. "We need to go home."

Notes

i totally almost forgot to include his birthday in here. how horrible is that. im ashamed.
BUT i caught it :) thank goodness.

but HOOOOOLY thats some crazy stuff, eh? frikken tyler, who woulda thought. hes being so dumb right?!??!? why would he do that??? im mad at him.
what do you think? what is anne going to say?
are you disappointed that they didn't get their...ahem...special night?
so sad.
shits about to go down, thats all im saying

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