Adison's POV

"How much further 'til the beach house?" I ask, smiling since I know it bugs Harry that I figured out his surprise. It was thanks to Niall, but still. The effect is the same. He sighs.

"You don't know that I'm taking you there," he tries to argue. I just laugh. "Seriously! I could be taking you to like..."

"A beach house?"

"Ads," he whines, drawing my name out. I laugh again and lean across the console to kiss him on the cheek. "We're almost there."

Even though I figured it out last night when we were laying in my bed, I was still completely surprised. The news that the Styles owned a beach house was new to me, but it still took me a few hours to realize that was where Harry was planning to take me for my last day at home. It's bittersweet for me; a perfect chance for me to say a proper goodbye to the boy that means the world to me. I just hope I can get through it.

We pull onto a beaten dirt road with tons of pot holes. My body bounces up and down as Harry's car hits every single one. Eventually I start giggling from it and Harry just smiles at me while I laugh at myself. These cottages are all along the same lake as the cabins we used to go to as kids, but a little further down the shore so it's a bit of a further drive. As we start passing driveways I get excited, the blue water of the lake coming into view through the trees.

"Okay," Harry says, turning left onto one of the gravel paths. "We're here."

I lean forward to look through the trees, my mouth falling open as the cabin comes into view. It's really a second home; the size of it rivals that of Harry's actual home. We pull up to what looks like the back of it, the front facing the lake. Speaking of the lake, there's a fantastic view from here, the property gently sloping down to a beach and dock that juts out onto the water. The little surface area not taken by windows on the home is covered in a dark red siding that looks quite rustic. The cedar shakes adorning the roof give it even more of a woodsy vibe and the trees around us tower to impossible heights. It feels like we're in our own world.

I silently step out of the car, slowly walking closer to it. It's beautiful, nicer than the house I lived in with my mother. I can't wait to see the inside. I hear Harry's door open and close, followed by the trunk being propped open. Once it's shut I hear his steps on the gravel-laiden ground and his hand gently slides into mine.

"What do you think?" he asks softly, his thumb gently tracing lines on the back of my hand.

"It's incredible," I breathe. I start pulling him forwards towards it and he laughs a little at my sudden eagerness. When we step onto the massive rap-around porch Harry drops the bags by the door so he can find the key. My hand falls out of his and I venture down the side of the house towards the section of deck that looks out onto the water. The view is beautiful.

"Adie," Harry calls. I turn and he waves me over, picking up both our bags and walking into the house. I jog over to him and follow him inside, my mouth once again falling agape when I see the interior.

The walls are painted a very faint blue colour in the entire area, the main space all one large room just like in Harry's house. It's a little smaller, but not by much. The living room is to our left and the kitchen towards the back behind it, looking out onto the lake. The furniture in the living room is mismatched, but in its oddity it all fits together somehow. Harry's eyes are felt watching me as I walk past him and into the kitchen. The cupboards along the wall are a faded white colour, decoratively cracking in some areas of the paint. There are no cupboards on the upper wall, just open shelving to hold the plates, cups and other dishes. the small island between the cupboards and dining area is a dark wood with light granite counters over the whole kitchen. The table is made of long planks of wood. It looks homemade but expensive at the same time, the chairs around it mismatched like the ones in the living room. Nothing seems to go together, but at the same time it does.

"What do you think?" Harry asks, setting the groceries we brought on the island. I turn and walk back over to him with a big smile on my face.

"This is incredible. I want to see the rest," I say happily. He leans down to peck my lips and my hand is swallowed by his as he leads me back to the door, then to the right down a narrow hallway. This house is laid out very similarly to Harry's. He opens the first door on the left, which happens to be the bathroom. It's modern but very rustic as well, matching the wood tones of the rest of the house. Harry doesn't give me much time to stare at how beautiful it is before he leads me to the door across the hall.

"This is Gemma's room," he says. It's simple enough; a double bed against the wall with a vintage chest of drawers opposite it. He takes me to the door beside that one. "And this is my mum's room, the master."

"Wow," I breathe. It's so peaceful, so relaxing just looking at it. The tones are rustic but neutral at the same time, very natural and serene. He pulls my hand again and opens the next room across the hall. Like the master, it has a large window that looks out onto the lake.

"This is my room," he says lowly. I look up at him and he eyes me nervously as I step away from him to examine it. I'm not sure how he got this room instead of his sister, but it's definitely the nicer of the two.

The window on the far side almost covers the expanse of the wall, long curtains on either side to provide relief from the sun streaming through. On the wall to my right there is a long dresser, dark natural would with nobs and dents all along it. The bed is four posters, like the ones in the other room, the metal frame dark and scuffed up to make it look really old. The duvet is dark brown, a light tan quilt on top with a series of brown tones to make up the decorative pillows.

"It's lovely," I say quietly, my hand resting on one of the posts of the bed. I walk over to the window and peer out at the lake. The water is probably still freezing, but it still looks inviting. Harry's arms wind around my waist and he leans his head down beside mine, lightly pressing his lips to the skin below my ear. My eyes close and a low hum escapes my throat.

"What do you want to do first?" he asks quietly. I shudder when he continues kissing along the side of my neck, my head involuntarily tilting to the side.

"Let's go sit by the water," I respond shakily. He nods and finishes his gentle assault, spinning me around to face him. His face slowly descends to mine and I eagerly tilt my mouth up towards his. As soon as his lips meet mine my whole body responds, carrying me closer like a magnet. He makes no move to deepen the kiss, a decision I find both frustrating and sweet.

"I'm going to put my suit on," he says breathily when he breaks the kiss. I nod and he slowly steps away from me. I try to calm my breathing while he's gone, but only a few seconds later he's back and dropping our bags on his bed. He digs through his and winks at me before disappearing to the bathroom to change. My shaky hands sort through my clothes before I come across my bikini. I close the door and quickly change into it. It's one I haven't worn before; the top is simple and white, a bandeau with lace overlay. The bottoms are the part I'm nervous about. The fabric parts part of the way to my hip and my skin can be seen between the elastic sections.

Harry knocks on the door as I'm pulling them up, making me jump a little.

"Ads, do you want something to drink while we're out there?"

I open the door and his mouth drops open as his eyes trail down my body. I start to feel self conscious, so I turn and get my towel from my bag to wrap it under my arms.

"What did you say?" I ask quietly. Harry blinks a few times and his cheeks tinge pink.

"Umm..." he starts biting his lip. "I don't remember."

I laugh nervously and the red in his cheek spreads in embarassment. His bare torso draws my eyes, the sparrows on his chest on full display along with a the numerous tattoos on his bicep. I reach forward and trail my fingertips over the bold heart tattoo on his arm.

"Did your mum let you get all of these?" I ask quietly.

"Not exactly. Niall's older brother is a tattoo artist. He did most of them," he explains. I nod my head and my fingertip trails up his arm, over the words at the bottom of his shoulder and down over the birds. He shudders slightly and I withdraw my touch.

"Let's go," I suggest, smiling nervously at him. He nods and reaches for my hand, our fingers lacing together while he leads me into the kitchen. It's abnormally warm today, a perfect day for sun bathing. We gather a few snacks and a bottle of lemonade for each of us before walking out onto the back deck. There is a stone back down to the beach area which in turn leads to the dock. Harry goes to the shed on the far side and pulls out two lounge chairs for us. We position them in the direct sun and I lay on my back, facing up to soak up the rays. Harry lays on his stomach, reaching for my hand to hold near his face.

The whole day is extremely relaxing for me. Planning the move to London and getting everything ready has been really stressful, so it's nice to have this last day with Harry be a peaceful one with just the two of us where we can just enjoy ourselves. Harry prods me with questions all day, like he's suddenly desperate to know every little thing about me. I don't deny him any answers; his judgement or disapproval is something I've never been concerned about receiving. He answers my questions all the same and after a while we're sitting in the same chair, his back leaning against my front while I smooth tanning lotion over his slightly red chest.

"I told you to put this on hours ago," I scold with a smile. He leans to the side so he can look up at me. "You're going to be all crispy."

"It's my base colour, to get my skin ready for summer," he explains. I just laugh and he smiles up at me. "Trust me, by the time we drive home tomorrow it'll be an amazing tan."

"Okay," I laugh. I lean down and peck his lips as I continue smoothing it over his shoulders. He looks back out at the water and I press my lips to the top of his curly hair, his hands slowly running up and down my freshly shaven legs.

"You have really smooth skin," he notes quietly. I'm not sure what to say to that, so I just start combing my fingers through his curls back towards me. He hums in appreciation and I smile to myself. This day is perfect.

Harry's POV

The motion of Adie's fingers running through my hair is enough to start to put me to sleep. Lying in the sun all day gets exhausting, but I'm just content to lay here with her. If I could stretch this one day out into years and years, I would. Just the two of us up here in my favourite place to be. It's perfect.

"Can I ask you something?" she says quietly. I nod my head. "Do you think we ever would have become friends again if my mum hadn't died?"

The question catches me off guard and my eyes shoot open. Truthfully, I had thought the same thing many times myself. Adie always caught my attention, since the day we started high school. I just never got up the courage to start talking to her. She intimidated me for some reason, her quiet demeanour and obvious smarts making me feel nervous.

"I don't know," I reply honestly. I lean my head to the side again so I can look up at her. "Why?"

"I was just thinking," she says, shrugging. "My mum used to always tease me about you when we'd see you around town, commenting on how cute you had gotten and that kind of thing. She always wanted me to start speaking to you again but I was way too scared."

"I was too," I admit, laughing a little. "I wanted to be friends with you again but I had no idea how to approach you."

"I'm sure you would have thought of something." She sweeps some curls away from my eyes and lightly brushes her fingers down the side of my face. "You've always been charming."

"Did you know that Niall had a crush on you?"

"What?" she asks, a little horrified. I laugh at her shock.

"Yeah, last year. You started coming to watch our football games for Tyler and he always pointed you out to me. He always wanted to talk to ask you out but you didn't give him the time of day." I laugh more at the memory. Niall would get so frustrated, attempting to flirt with Adie during lunch or class only to be completely shut down by her inability to see his intentions.

"That's why he kept trying to talk to me," she says quietly. "I always thought it was some kind of dare or bet or something."

"No, he really liked you. Then this year after you moved in he said maybe he would go for it again. But I really quickly convinced him that it would be a bad idea. Turns out I should have been discouraging Liam and not Niall."

"Yeah, good call," she says sarcastically. The wind picks up a little and she shivers slightly, goosebumps raising all over her bare skin. "Should we go up? It must be getting late."

"Sure," I agree. She thinks we should go home, but that's not happening. My mum actually suggested that we stay the night up here so Adie could relax and so I could spend time with her. I was shocked to say the least. Adie still doesn't know, though.

I put the chairs back in the shed and Adie wraps her towel around herself as she waits for me. I tuck her under my arm so she can share my body heat as we walk back up to the house. We brought some vegetables pre-cooked chicken to make for tonight, just something simple that wouldn't take a lot of work. Adie isn't picky and she doesn't eat a lot, so it was easy to bring something for dinner.

"I'm going to go change," she says, quickly walking back to my room. I smile as she walks away from me, the grin not fading while I take the food out and preheat the oven.

As I slide the tray of chicken into the oven Adie quietly pads around the corner, now wearing leggings and my plaid button up, only a few buttons closed to cover herself. The top of her chest is revealed over the material and as she walks the skin along the band of her leggings is unveiled. She rarely attempts to look sexy, but she achieves the look more often than she realizes. Most of the time, actually. She can make sweatpants look good. My eyes finally land on hers and she smiles shyly at me, catching my lingering stare. She walks right up to my though, her palms against my stomach before she slowly slides them around to my back to hug me.

"Are you making food?" she asks, leaning her head against my chest.

"Yeah."

"Why?"

"Because...I like to eat?"

She laughs and tilts her head up to mine. "No, I mean why are we eating here? Don't we have to go home?"

"Not yet, baby." I smile as I lean down to kiss her, one hand resting on the back of her head to hold her lips to mine. He hands slowly slide up my chest and to the back of my neck, a trail of goosebumps in their wake. I'm savouring every single second I have with her now, every touch. She seems to be doing the same.

"Okay, I'm going to get changed," I tell her, pecking her lips once more before untangling myself from her. Once In my room I change into some looser jeans, old ripped ones that I never wear anymore. I slide a loose tshirt on as well and head back to the kitchen. Adie is already slicing up some vegetables for us to eat with it.

---

"Harry." She giggles as I splash some dishwater at her 'accidentally'.

"Oops."

"Whatever," she says, rolling her eyes. She dips her hand into the bubbles and flicks them at my nose. She instantly backs away and walks to the other side of the island. "Truce!"

"Alright," I lie. She eyes me suspiciously for a few seconds before slowly walking back over to me to help dry the last of the dishes. Once we're finished with them I start to drain the sink, but just before it empties I scoop up some bubbles and blows them into her face. She laughs and wipes them away, my hand raising to help her get the last of the suds.

"Now we'll call a truce," I decide. She shakes her head and I wrap my arms around her, pressing my lips desperately to hers. Her arms wrap around my neck, neither of us waiting to take the kiss further. We haven't done much of this lately, so as soon as my tongue meets hers my breathing is laboured. She gasps and moves her lips with mine eagerly. My jeans become restrictive as I lift her legs, wrapping them around my waist so I can carry her to the couch. I stub my toe on the way and she giggles a bit.

"You okay?" she asks breathlessly. I nod and lay her back on the cushions. We kiss a while longer while both of our hands roam freely. I wish I would have just talked to her about all of this weeks ago when she started kissing me again. I feel like I wasted so much time and now I can't get enough.

"Can we go outside?" she asks as I suck on a spot above her collarbone. I reluctantly remove myself and she stares up at me, her chest rising and falling rapidly. "I want to watch the sunset."

"Okay," I agree. I slowly remove myself from her and she sits up, brushing her fingers through her hair as she does. She stands and takes my hand, leading out to the back. The night air is much cooler than it was all day, so when get out there I get to work at lighting a fire int he small pit we have on the deck. We sit in one chair, Adie on my lap and my feet pulled up to rest against the metal from the pit.

"Ads," I whisper against her neck. She shivers and I tighten my grip around her to keep her warm, although I don't think that's the reason for her chills. "I have to tell you something."

"Okay," she says shakily.

Adison's POV

My eyes flutter closed as Harry leaves ghostly kisses along my jawline. He has all the access he needs since I'm on his lap and my head sits a little higher than his right now. I wait patiently as my heart rate increases.

"We don't have to go home tonight," he says finally. I turn to look at him, my eyes boring into his green ones. He reaches up to tuck my hair behind my ear. "Not if you don't want to."

The reality of that option slowly sinks in as I ponder his words. Stay here...alone. With permission? Anne is okay with that? She must be, because she knows we're here. Harry wouldn't blatantly disregard her rules like that, not anymore. Without asking I know the she gave her okay. That seems odd to me, but I don't want to question that right now. The only thing I can think about is the possibility of what might happen if I agree to this.

Harry and I came close to having sex the night that everything fell apart. Since then he's been really sweet and gently with me, not pushing anything further than kissing. I've been grateful for that, but the option of being able to do more is enticing to say the least.

But is that a good idea? I'm leaving tomorrow and I don't plan on having him as my boyfriend anymore when I do. But I want this. I love Harry and he loves me and I know this it's not something I would ever regret. I've never felt more cared for and safe with someone, and Harry is the perfect person for me to have my first time with.

I see nervousness pooling in his eyes as I further delay my answer. I slowly reach up to run my finger along the edge of his full bottom lip.

"Let's stay," I say finally, my voice barely above a whisper. He smiles and closes his eyes briefly in relief. I press a gentle kiss to his forehead and he sighs in contentment, both of us remaining silent as we watch the sun disappear on the opposite side of the lake. Once it's gone I stare at the dying fire for a bit, an odd serenity falling over my body. I'm not nervous like I was before. Maybe it won't even happen tonight, but if it does I'm more than ready.

"Do..do you want to go inside?" Harry asks. Apparently he is nervous. I look down at him and nod my head with a small smile. I start to stand and he takes my hand as he did, placing the grate over the firepit so the coals can't escape.

He quietly leads me into the house and stops at the living room. He seems so unsure of himself, something that's uncharacteristic of the boy beside me. I squeeze his hand reassuringly and he looks down at me.

"I love you," I whisper. He smiles and his eyes close briefly.

I lead him past the couch and down the hallway, into his bedroom. He stops to close the door and I remove our bags from the bed with shaky hands. When I turn around Harry is just watching me, the only light in the room coming from the moon reflecting off the lake. I walk back over to him and lift his hand, examining the black ring I gave him so long ago. I feel his eyes studying my movements as I slowly lead his hand to my waist.

"I love you," I repeat.

He suddenly dips his head down, attaching his lips to mine. I fist the front of his shirt, pulling him closer to me. I turn and stumble backwards to the bad, breaking the kiss so I can climb back onto it. He follows and lowers his body onto mine, slowly kissing my lips again. My hands tangle into his curls and he leaves delicate kisses down my jawline and neck. He stops at the base of my neck and the top of my collar bone, lightly sucking on the thin skin there. My bottom lip is taken between my teeth and the hand that isn't holding his hair rakes along his back. A low sound rumbles inside his chest and it sends shivers down my spine. He lifts his head and stares down at me, his green eyes sparkling even in the darkness of the room. I reach my hands between us and he lifts his body a bit, watching as I unclasp the first button of my shirt.

"Let me," he says huskily. He sits up a bit and I place my hands on his legs. His trembling digits reach for my buttons and I stare intently at his face as he concentrates on the task. When the last one is undone the fabric falls away from my torso. Harry looks at me as he leans down, my eyes fluttering closed as he leaves delicate kisses along my bare stomach.

I start to sit up and he stops what he's doing. I reach up and take the shirt from my shoulders, tossing it to the side. My fingers take hold of the bottom of his shirt, lifting it up. He lifts his arms and I remove it completely, tossing it on the floor as well. I place my palm over his heart and my face burns red when I feel how fast it's beating. I let my hand slide down his firm torso, one much more toned than most have at seventeen. My fingers dip into the slight v-lines beginning to form. His breathing hitches and my eyes meet his again.

Harry attaches his forehead to mine and both of our breathing is the only sound to be heard. I place my hands on either side of his face and start to lay back down, taking him with me. I gingerly attach my lips to his and he presses his body into mine. Skin against skin, a whole new feeling of need ignites in my body. It's such a different feeling, so much more intimate. Harry's tongue massages mine and my hands roam his torso. After a few minutes I slide my hands between us again to reach for the button of his jeans.

"Ads," he whispers, breaking our kiss finally. I stare up at him and continue what I'm doing. It's clumsy; I've never done this before. He just stares down at me, pupils dancing between mine as he deciphers my intentions.

"I'm ready," I whisper. His eyes close as I push his zipper down, reaching for the top of his pants. I start to push them down and he helps me, shimmying out of them and kicking them off onto the floor somewhere.

"You sure?" he asks quietly. My hand traces his jawline as I nod my head. He dips his head, kissing the corner of my mouth and slowly down to my neck. I whimper when he takes my earlobe gently between his teeth. He sits back on his heels and reaches for the band of my leggings. My underwear stays where it is as he pries the material from my legs. When they've joined our other clothes on the floor he gently traces his fingers up the inner part of my thigh. I gasp and he lowers himself back down to me. His lips are against my ear as he speaks again.

"I'm going to try to show you how much I love you."

I put my hands on either side of his face pull his lips to mine. He slides his body against me and I moan quietly, wrapping my legs around his waist. He unexpectedly reaches behind me, fiddling with the clasp of my bra. The action surprises me and I break the kiss. No one has ever seen that part of me before. Harry pauses and looks at me for permission to continue. I bite my lip and slowly nod my head, giving it to him. The clasp comes undone and he slides the straps off my shoulders. I pull the lacy material off and his eyes never leave mine, something I greatly appreciate in my vulnerability. He kisses me again, slowly with anticipation. He groans as his body comes into contact with mine. His hand slides up my side, slowly moving to cup my breast.

"You're so perfect," he mumbles, leaving a trail of kisses down my neck. He massages my breast and I moan, tugging lightly on his curls. His breath comes out hot and fast against my neck as he continues moving further down my body. I whimper as his warmth moves south, leaving me uncovered while his lips travel down my stomach. His fingers hook into the side of my underwear and suddenly, opposite of what I was expecting, all of my nerves disappear. I trust Harry completely.

He starts pulling the material away, down past my knees and leaving me completely bare. His fingers trail up and down my legs and I whimper when his lips make contact with my core. His movements are torturously slow and I feel his tongue all over me, the pleasure overwhelming me completely as I try to keep myself quiet. Slowly his head comes back up to mine and I reach for the band of his boxers, the last piece of clothing separating us. He stares down at me intensely while I push them away from his body. I stop though, before anything is revealed.

"Can we get under the covers?" I ask shyly. He smiles and kisses the tip of my nose before nodding. I slide up the bed and he pulls the duvet back enough so I can slide my legs under it. He gets in on top of me and kisses me again. My hands go back to where they were previously and I slide Harry's boxers down his legs. He breaks the kiss and leans his forehead against mine. He helps finish the action and we lay there for a moment, both of us breathing heavy while we lay naked together. I've never experienced something so intimate.

I slowly reach between us and take Harry's length in my hand, remembering what he taught me and moving it up and down. He groans and hides his face against my neck. He's impossibly hard and it makes me want him even more somehow. He suddenly pulls back and stops me.

"Hold on." He kisses me quickly and flings the duvet back, my face flaming since my body is so exposed. He digs through his bag and combs back, unashamed of his naked state. He gets back in and pulls the covers around his, something crinkling in his hand. Oh. I hadn't even thought of that.

As his the his clammy skin meets mine he kisses me again, desperately. I wonder if my my body feels the same, trembling and damp from the heat of them moment. He moves his hips into mine without penetrating, and I moan lightly at the feeling. I need the real thing.

"Harry," I whimper. His body is suddenly gone from mine again and my fingers play with his damp curls while he slides the condom on, his bottom lip between his teeth in concentration. When he rolls back on top of me he positions his elbows on either side my shoulders, his tip at my entrance. My hands wind around his back, my fingers pressed against his shoulder-blades. I've hear that this hurts for some people. I wonder what it will be like for me.

"If you..if it hurts just tell me, okay?" he says shakily. "I don't want to hurt you."

"It's okay," I encourage. I nod my head and his lips get closer to mine, warm breath sending tingles down my spine. "Harry, it's okay."

He takes a deep breath and plants a heavy kiss on my lips, adjusting his body over me. He slowly rolls his hips into mine as he eases inside of me. My lips are pried from his and I whimper at the feeling. It's foreign and uncomfortable, but not as painful as I feared it might be. One of my legs twists around Harry's and he slowly moves forward again, only slightly so I can adjust to him. I don't know how he knows how to be so gently; he told me himself that his experience is only limited. A low sound is emitted from his mouth and his head dips lower, his breath hot against my neck. I turn and leave gentle kisses along his neck. This encourages him and he moves in a little bit more. A soft cry forces out of my mouth and a single tear runs down my cheek. It's tighter now, a little more painful, like I'm being stretched beyond my limits. His head lifts above mine and a painful look flashes in his eyes as he wipes the salty drop from my cheek.

"I'm sorry," he whispers. I shake my head and I put my hands on his hips, encouraging him to move even further. This motion fills me completely and his lips press to mine fervently. His body is trembling and I can tell he's having a hard time keeping still. After another moment my discomfort begins to subside, my body growing accustomed to the feeling of Harry inside me. My breath is coming out in heavy pants now, Harry's chest moving rapidly on top of mine.

"Are you okay?" he asks, his voice strained. I nod and he presses his lips lightly to mine. I roll my hips up slightly and he hums in appreciation, instantly pressing his lips harder into my own. My tongue pries his mouth open and he slowly moves into me once. Discomfort accompanies the first few gentle thrusts. After a few minutes it slowly fades away.

"Harry," I breathe. He kisses my neck and I fist his curls tightly in one hand. "Faster."

He complies immediately, rocking his hips into mine a little quicker. The impact has me gasping and a low moan rumbles against my neck. My nails rake across his back and my muscles start to clench as the pleasure rolling through my body becomes too much for me. Low profanities slip off Harry's tongue and his lips move back to mine.

"Fuck," he hisses. He presses his lips to my shoulder. "I'm close."

"Me too," I breathe.

Harry's hips move forward with a little more impact, making me wince at first. After two times my body is convulsing under his, unable to handle how amazing he feels inside me. He moans my name as my muscles tighten around him, his name leaving my lips in breathy pants as I come undone. He presses his lips hard against mine and I feel him twitch inside me before he releases inside the condom. His movements slow and he holds still for a few moments, both of us breathing heavy and revelling in the moment. I smile and brush my fingers through the damp curls at the nape of his neck. I wasn't expecting...that. I wasn't expecting for it to feel good the first time.

Harry slowly pulls out of me and discards the condom. He reaches out for me, pulling me to lay on top of him. I rest my cheek against his chest, still rising and falling a little faster than normal. The sound of his heart pounding is heavy in my ears as I try to slow my breathing. Harry's fingers twist my hair around, aiding in calming my body.

I slide my body up Harry's and he takes a deep breath as I do. My hair cascades to one side as I look down at his beautiful face. He takes in every feature of mine, eyes searching for a sign of something he hasn't yet seen. It's not possible; Harry knows me better than anyone.

"I love you so much," he says lowly. I smile and lay my head next to his, brushing my nose lightly against his neck.

"I love you too," I whisper. And I do. So much more than I should.

---

Harry's POV

When I wake up in the morning I have the biggest smile plastered across my face. My arm is wrapped tightly around Adie's waist, her body still bare from last night. That could not have gone more perfectly. I can't even describe...it was just amazing. I'm so in love with this girl. I kiss the back of her neck and close my eyes again, happy to go back to sleep.

"Harry?" she squeaks. I smile and lift my head so it's hovering over hers.

"Morning." I kiss her cheek and she smiles under my lips.

"Not to kill the mood, but I really have to pee," she says, her face flushing slightly. I laugh quietly and retract my arm, apparently wrapped too tightly around her for her to escape. She sits up, holding the blankets to her chest. She looks around the room, probably in search of her clothes, and her nervous gaze lands on me.

"Close your eyes," she says. I smirk up at her and trace my fingers along her lower back. "Harry."

"I've seen it all already," I remind her.

"Just close your eyes!"

"Alright, alright." I cover my eyes with my hand and I feel the bed move as she stands up. A few seconds later I get the okay to open them again. I catch her small frame running out the of the room. I think she was wearing my t-shirt. Revelling in the memory of the previous night I wait for her to come back to me. I've never felt so close to someone, so safe. Adie makes me feel things I weren't even aware were possible.

The girl herself walks through the door, immediately crawling back onto the bed and cuddling against my side. She doesn't say anything, and I can almost sense some sort of sad aura arount her.

"Everything okay?" I ask nervously. Does she regret it? Did I do something wrong? She waits a little too long before she responds.

"Yeah."

"You sure? Did I...were you..." I struggle to voice my concerns.

She tilts her head up to mine and kisses my cheek. "I'm fine. You were perfect."

I relax slightly, but I see in her eyes that she's still sad about something. Her smile doesn't her eyes. I let it go hesitantly. She'll talk when she's ready.

Adison's POV

I feel so guilty. I don't regret last night, not at all. It was perfect, completely beyond all of my expectations. But I can see how happy Harry is. He thinks everything is perfect when in reality, today is the day. Today I need to leave to start my new life. Without him.

Notes

HOLY this chapter was long. right?????? it took forever but as soon as it got long i was like no...i cant stop here!!! so i just kept going and put it all into one :P

im actually really excited about the last few chapters of this story. im really happy with the way this chapter ended up. theres going to be three more i think and then possibly an epilogue if you guys want one. i actually already have the last chapter written and im super excited to post it.

frik the song wedding dress by matt nathanson came on while i was writing the love scene and it frikken made me cry. listen to it and read it again, you'll understand. maybe. maybe it was an in the moment kind of thing who knows. I spent a lot of time on that scene, something i dont normally do. i just felt it deserved it this time.

please comment on this one :) if youve read my other stories too you probably know that the intimate scenes arent my favourite to write. i feel really weird doing it actually, but people like it so i do it. it was also a big moment for harry and adie so please tell me what you think!!

almost done people. comment like crazy and you'll get the next one soon ;)