Adison's POV

I can't believe this. Tyler told on me? What kind of person tattles on their best friend? I knew he wasn't okay with me seeing Harry but I never thought that he would do this to us. He knows that I'm extremely happy. Why can't he just be happy for me? A normal best friend would do this.

"I'm so sorry," I tell Harry. He reaches over the console and takes me hand firmly in his.

"Adie, stop apologizing. You've said sorry like twelve times. It's not your fault, Tyler is the one that decided to go to my mother. It's not your fault."

"Yeah, but he's my friend and I should have made sure that he wouldn't say anything. If I hadn't told him in the first place then he wouldn't have-"

"Baby, stop." He squeezes my hand and I close my eyes. I feel terrible.

"She's going to be so angry with you," I whispers. "And it's all my fault."

"No it's not. She told me not to do this but I went for it anyway. That was my decision."

"But-"

"No, just stop." We pull into the driveway and he puts the car in park before unbuckling himself and turning his body towards mine. "I don't know how upset she's going to be, so when we get inside I want you to go straight to your bedroom. I'm going to talk to her first. She's not actually your mother, so technically-"

"I'm not hiding!" I argue. "Harry, I was fully aware that Anne wasn't okay with this. I'm not letting you get all the heat for it."

"Wel that's sweet of you, but I think it might be better for me to talk to her first. Try to calm her down or something."

"I don't know." I shake my head a little and Harry puts his free hand against my cheek, turning my face towards his.

"I think maybe we should play it down a bit," he says quietly. I furrow my eyebrows.

"What do you mean?"

"Just...make it seem like less than it actually is. Technically this was our first date so..." He trails off and I just stare at him, waiting for him to tell me what he means. I don't get it. His fingers continually run along my jawline and I have to try really hard to focus on what he's saying.

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

"Maybe we should just see what Tyler said to her, and if it wasn't much then we make it sound like we've just been flirting with each other. If Tyler didn't tell her that we're actually dating then we don't have to. We'll just make it sound like tonight was the start of it all."

"So...we tell her that nothing has really happened yet?" I confirm. He nods. So, we lie to her again. "If that's what you want to do then I guess that's what we'll do. But, if we're going to have some sort of story I'm not going to my room. If she talks to us separately our stories won't match."

He chuckles and nods in agreement. "Alright. Let me do the talking, alright? I can handle my mum."

"Sure you can," I tease. "I know you're afraid of her."

"I am not!"

"If that were true we wouldn't have lied in the first place."

He looks away and tries not to smile. "Alright, you're right. But I can still handle it."

"Whatever you say."

He shakes his hand and cups the back of my neck, leaning forward and pulling me towards him. He plants a delicate kiss on my lips and sits back. I give him an encouraging smile and we both climb out of the car. I changed back into my clothes from dinner so Anne wouldn't know that we were at the hotel. We both leave our bags in the car and Harry takes my hand as we walk towards the front door. I'm about to open it but he takes my hand away from it, instead gently pushing me against the door. He leans close to me and pauses when our lips are centimetres apart.

"Your mum is just inside," I remind him in a shaky voice.

"Just one," he tempts. I'm about to push him back but instead I take his face in my hands, pressing our lips together much harder than when Harry kissed me in the car. He pushes his body into mine and slides his tongue into my mouth. After a few minutes he steps back, both of us breathing heavy. I take a deep, calming breath and Harry grins at me.

"What?" I ask self consciously, face flushing.

"I'm quite disappointed that our night got cut short," he says lowly. He steps forward again and kisses my forehead. "We'll be okay."

"Yeah," I breathe, not really sure if I actually agree. I have no idea what's about to happen inside, but whatever it is probably isn't going to be fun.

I step away from the door and Harry pushes it open. I follow him inside and slide my heels off my feet as Harry removes his shoes. I look around the corner and frown when I don't see Anne anywhere in the living area. Where is she?

"Harry-"

"Finally!"

There she is. I turn around and find Anne rounding the corner, glaring at us. Well, more like glaring at Harry. We stand there in an uncomfortable silence for a few minutes and I'm thankful that I'm not the one getting the heat of Anne's anger, though I do feel bad for Harry. She shouldn't only be angry at him.

"Let's have a little chat, shall we?" Anne asks angrily. She gestures behind us and walks between Harry and I. He attempts to smile at me, but he looks a little frightened as well. We follow Anne to the kitchen and each take a seat on one of the barstools at the peninsula. She stands on the other side of the island and leans against it with both hands on the granite countertops. I nervously fiddle with my ring and stare down at my hands. When I glance over at Harry I notice him doing the exact same thing. I have to try really hard not to smile since that would be completely inappropriate right now.

"Do either of you want to tell me what's going on here?" she asks finally. I stare down at my hands and hear Harry take a deep breath next to me. "No? Alright, here's what Adie's friend came here to tell me. My son, after I explicitly told him not to, has decided that the two of you should be together."

"Mum-"

"How long has this been going on? How long have you been lying to me?"

I feel so bad right now. Just like I thought should be, she sounds more hurt and betrayed than anything else. I completely understand. I thought that the way Harry and I feel about each other would be enough to let me justify this to her and myself, but I don't think that's the case. I just feel horrible. She has done so much for me and I deliberately did something I knew would hurt her.

"I'm sorry," I whisper. I feel both of them staring at me and before I can stop it everything comes pouring out. "It all started after the dance and then we didn't tell you because Harry said you wouldn't like it but we really wanted to try and see but that was so wrong and I'm so sorry Anne. I never wanted to hurt you."

By the end of my confession tears are streaming down my face. Without looking at either of them I run out of the room and down the hall to my bedroom. I shut the door and collapse onto my bed, my body racked with sobs from the guilt that I feel. I'm a horrible person.

Harry's POV

Well so much for not telling her everything. I watch Adie run out of the room, my heart breaking at the sight of her so upset over this. I start to get up to follow her but my mother stops me.

"Harry. Sit." Her voice is stern and I know better than to question her right now. She slowly walks around the island and stands in front of me. "I told you exactly how I felt about your feelings for Adie. How long did you wait after that conversation? Five minutes?"

"Mum I-"

"I'm. Not. Finished." I look down at my hands and she places her palms against the countertop. "Over a month now you've been seeing each other. You deliberately went behind my back about this and you lied to my face countless times. And to think about all the time I spent away from the house all those weeks! I don't even want to think about what I've allowed you to get away with."

"Mum it wasn't like that."

"You lied to me, Harry. You completely betrayed my trust. What am I supposed to do now? I can't ask Adie to leave because this is her home. I'm not kicking you out, either. But you live in the same house. How do you not see how inappropriate this is?"

"I know, mum. I know that it is but...I couldn't help it." I know it's probably the worst justification ever, but it's true. I could have delayed it a little longer, but eventually something would have happened.

"You couldn't find someone else? I get that you're a teenage boy, Harry. You want a girlfriend and that's fine but there are a million other girls you could have chosen," she says disapprovingly.

"What? It's not like that at all!" I defend immediately, looking up at her and raising my voice a little. "I'm not just trying to get in her pants! Do you honestly think that?"

"Well what am I supposed to think! You live across the hall from each other, it would be easy enough for you to make that happen!"

"I'm not doing it for that, I'm in love with her!" The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them. My eyes go wide and I realize that's the only time I've ever said that out loud. Damn it, I was kind of yelling, too. I hope Adie didn't hear me.

"You're what?" my mother asks. She stares at me wide-eyed and I look down at my hands again. Well I guess I love her.

Great timing, Harry.

I sit there and wait for my mother to say something, anything. I've never been in love before, and I've definitely never talked about this with her. She probably didn't even consider that my feelings were this strong. I didn't really, either to be honest. This would all be so much easier if we were older and I could just move out on my own or something. Then there wouldn't really be a problem.

"Are you serious?" she asks. She doesn't sound angry or judgmental or disgusted, so I guess that's a good sign. I nod without looking up at her. I know that I love Adie. I haven't exactly told her that, but I know that those feelings are real. She takes a deep breath and walks around the peninsula to where I'm sitting. She puts her arms around my shoulder and kisses the top of my head.

"We can talk tomorrow. Happy birthday, Harry."

With that she goes back to her own bedroom. I'm not really sure what she's going to say about this now, but I know that for now we're all going to bed. I stand and make my way through the house, shutting off lights and making sure all the doors are locked. when I get down the hall I knock softly on Adie's door. When there's no response I open the door a little, poking my head in to see what she's doing. She's laying on her side, pillow clutched to her chest as she sleeps. She's still in her dress from earlier and her cheeks are stained with dried tears.

I silently walk in and close the door, walking to the side of the bed behind Adie's back. Gently so I don't startle her, I shake her shoulder to try to wake her.

"Ads," I whisper. She whimpers something and I lean down to kiss her temple. "You should change."

After another minute she rolls over, rubbing her eyes and smudging her makeup even further. I smile at her and she slowly sits up.

"What happened?" she asks groggily.

"We don't have to talk about that now. Come on, you should put something else on." I take her hand and lead her towards the closet. She fumbles through her drawers and takes out some pajamas, sliding her dress off while I'm still here. I smile at how comfortable she is with me, but I exit the closet and sit on her bed to give her some privacy. She comes back out and climbs onto the bed beside me.

"Does she hate us?" she asks. I put my arm around her and she cuddles into the side of my body.

"Of course not."

"What did she say?"

"Not that much. She said we could talk in the morning." I kiss her forehead and she sighs deeply. "Get some sleep."

"Are you staying in here?" she asks quietly.

"I want to, but I'm not sure it's a good idea." She nods and I kiss her again before getting up and helping her get under the covers. I climb up and hover over her body, looking down at her. She reaches up and brushes her hands through my hair, my eyes closing as a result.

"I'm sorry I said all that stuff," she whispers. "I know you didn't want me to. It just came out."

"It was quite the speech," I tease. "I'm not mad, Ads. It was probably the right thing to do anyway."

"Do you think-"

"Stop worrying about this," I whisper. She closes her eyes and I lean down to press my lips to hers. When I break the kiss I lean my forehead against hers. "We'll be okay. Get some sleep, love. I'll see you in the morning."

She nods and I kiss her once more before climbing off the bed. When I get to the door and look back at her she already looks asleep. I can't help but smile. Even when she's a mess, she's beautiful.

Wow. I really am in love.

Notes

i know its short but im feeling a lack of inspiration at this point. any suggestions, just let me know haha. i need ideas!

so anne knows. rattling right.

anyway i dont have much to say. hopefully update tomorrow. thanks for reading guys :)

also im sorry. i feel like this chapter is a super huge let down after the last one. so i hope you still like it :(


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