Saturday February 8th

Iris’s POV:

“So that’s it? Nothing else happened?” Harry questioned me as he ran his fingers up and down my back. Last night, I didn’t feel like going home, so I told my mother I was going to Perrie’s when in reality, I was going to Harry’s. As we laid in bed, I decided to tell him what all went down all week since he has the right to know. Surprisingly, he has remained calm throughout the conversation, only hugging me tighter when he hears something he doesn’t like.

I shook my head against his bare chest, “Nope, nothing.”

“It’s so weird though,” he sighed. “How could a guy like him have a fiancé and a kid? Especially at our age?”

“I don’t know,” I began absentmindedly tracing shapes onto his torso. “I’m just as surprised as you are. I love Miracle, and I thought maybe she’d dump him eventually. Boy, was I wrong, and she’s happier than ever. How can she be happy with him?”

“It doesn’t make sense, does it?” he chuckled. “She sounds like my mum, who I’ll never understand why she loved my father.” I lay there in silence, unsure what to say to that. It’s true, Anne and Miracle have many things in common, and that only scares me more. I just don’t want to see Miracle crushed more than she already has been.

“Can you just promise me you will stay away from him for good this time?” Harry asked after a bit.

I lifted my head so my chin was resting on his chest, “Of course. I swear I want nothing to do with him.”

He let out a sigh as he stroked my hair, “I just don’t want that Bastard hurting you anymore.”

“If he wanted to hurt me, I think he already would’ve.” I bit my lip as soon as the words slipped out of my mouth. I’ll never be able to trust Scott or forgive him, but I have a feeling that he really is trying to be a better person now. He just doesn’t need me to prove that. If he really leaves me alone and I manage to avoid him, I’ll feel some sort of peace of mind.

“I’m done dwelling on the past. I guess it’s time to focus on the future,” I slightly smiled.

“The future, huh?” he raised his brows and allowed a chuckle to fall from his lips.

I nodded, making my chin rub against his chest. “So Mr. Four Tits, do you have a dream?” I saw his dimples pop out as he tried to fight his smile. He shook his head and looked up at the ceiling, trying to avoid me figuring out he’s lying. Clearly he’s lying.

“Harry,” I sung with hints of giggles sounding. I started poking his rib repeatedly as I begged him, “Tell me.”

“Okay, okay,” he laughed as he gripped my hand with his own. He smiled goofily at me as he played with my fingers, “It’s kind of silly. I want to be a singer or be part of a band.”

“That’s not silly,” I grinned. “I think that’s an amazing dream. I wish I could sing, but since I can’t hear notes very well, that’s not happening.”

“Someone’s jealous,” he joked.

“I am,” I giggled. “I’d love to have a voice like your’s.”

“So you’d like to have a manly voice?” he smirked and chuckled at his own joke.

“Maybe.”

He released my hand and rolled onto his side so we were nose-to-nose as he wrapped his arm securely around my waist, “So Miss Poodle Butt, what’s your dream?”

“Honestly?” my expression became serious as I ran my fingers through his curls. “My dream has always been to fall in love, get married, and have kids.”

“That’s a nice dream,” he hummed and kissed my forehead. I’m surprised he wasn’t scared by that statement. Marriage and kids. What I said hardly fazed him at all. Aren’t boys usually freaked out by those topics? At least that’s what I’ve heard.

I nodded and inched my face closer to his, craving his lips on mine. “Even better, a third of my dream has already came true.”

“You’re married?” he fake gasped, a whimsical smile playing on his lips. Typical Harry, always kidding around. It’s fun to see this side of him because when we first met, he was never this way. I’m so happy to experience the real Harry and call him mine.

I giggled, “Nope, it’s the other one: I have a kid.”

“Damn,” he jokingly cursed to himself. We laughed for a minute before his desirous gaze met mine. “I love you, Angel.” Those words make my heart skip a beat every time I hear them.

“I love you too,” I blushed before eagerly kissing him.

“Can we just stay in bed all day?” he sighed happily after pulling away.

“But I’m hungry,” I pouted. “Make me a sandwich.”

“That’s your job,” he smirked and I playfully hit his chest. “I don’t think we have bread anyways. Want some Pizza Rolls?”

“I’ve never had those before,” I shrugged before reaching behind me and grabbing my phone to check for messages.

His eyes widened, “Are you serious? Well then this is an emergency!” He quickly yanked the covers off of us and jumped out of the bed. With a cheeky grin on his face, he scooped me out of the bed and swung me onto his shoulder.

“Harry,” I laughed. “Put me down!”

“No, this is an emergency,” he said, clearly amused. He made his way out of his room and carefully stepped down the stairs.

“This is just your excuse to touch my butt,” I snickered as I noticed his hand was placed there.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said innocently as he squeezed my butt cheek.

“Harry!” I gasped and playfully punched his back.

I felt Harry slid his hand down to my thigh as we entered the kitchen, which tells me his family is in the room. My assumption was confirmed when Gemma said, “Harry, put the poor girl down.”

He set me onto a barstool and quickly ran to the freezer to pull out a bag off Pizza Rolls. As he set them onto a tray and started the oven Gemma joined me in watching him run around. “What’s up with him?” she chuckled.

“I’ve never had Pizza Rolls before, so he’s making a scene of it,” I rolled my eyes. “He didn’t even let me get dressed.” I looked down at the tank top and sweatpants he let me borrow last night and I couldn’t help but feel gross. I’m sure my hair looks like a mess as well, but I can’t see it since it’s up in a bun.

“You look fine. It’s him who should’ve put some clothes on,” she smirked as she pointed to Harry who was only in his boxers.

“There was no time for that,” Harry stated after placing the snack food into the oven. “She doesn’t mind anyways,” he shot me a smug look in which I just rolled my eyes to. I don’t mind, but he doesn’t need to know that.

Just then, my phone started vibrating in my hands. “Hello?” I answered it.

“Flower!” Louis shouted cheerfully. “Would you happen to know why Haz won’t answer his phone?”

I giggled, “He left it upstairs. Here, I’ll put you on speaker so you can talk to him.” As I pressed the speaker button, I mouthed Lou’s name to answer Harry’s quizzical look.

“Hey Lou,” Harry smiled.

“Haz, I’m bored,” Louis whined, making me snicker. All of the boys in the group are children.

“What am I supposed to do about it?” Harry shrugged. “Today’s Iris’s day to have me.” His words sent butterflies through my stomach. I swear, this morning he’s been extra happy and it makes me happy knowing it's because of us expressing our love yesterday.

“I want to hang out Hazza,” Louis begged.

“Yeah!” Niall shouted in the background.

I giggled and pouted at Harry, “Yeah, Harry. I wanna hang out with them.”

“You should please your girl,” Louis joked.

“How about you invite them over,” Anne grinned as she entered the kitchen. “You haven’t had them over in ages.” I watched Harry tense up at that statement. It’s obvious his friends hadn’t been over because of his father. The thing is, his father is gone now and he should at least try to be a normal teenager.

I shot Harry a sympathetic smile and gave him a slight nod, “I think that sounds like a good idea.”

“Are you sure?” he raised a brow at me.

I giggled, “Yes Harry. I wanna hang out with the boys.”

“Alright,” Harry caved in. “Come over at two.”

“Will do,” Louis said. “See you then, Lovebirds.”

“Be sure to bring the other boys. Later Lou,” I nodded before hanging up on him. I looked at the oven clock to see it was twelve o’clock. “That’s two hours from now,” I snorted.

“Maybe I wanted you all to myself for a little longer,” he shrugged and popped out his lovely dimples. He walked over to me and planted a short kiss onto my cheek before sitting onto the barstool next to me.

“You two are so cute,” Gemma gushed.

Anne nodded, “I agree. Okay, so am I allowed to show your friends your baby pictures?” she smirked.

I laughed as Harry whined, “Please don’t.”

“I’m just kidding, Sweetie,” Anne shook her head. “I’m going to the grocery store to get you guys some snacks for you guys. Do you have any preferences?”

“Bread,” Harry looked at me with a smirk plastered to his face. I shoved him and chuckled at his smugness. “We seriously do need bread though,” he said to his mom.

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Harry’s POV:

We spent an hour together before Gemma stole Iris from me. I had Iris try the Pizza Rolls and of course, she loved them and questioned why she’s never had them before. We sat there and talked for the longest time about random things like we always do. I love talking to this girl because even when we run out of things to talk about, we still enjoy each other’s presence.

It feels amazing to finally be able to tell her what I’ve known since my birthday: I love her. It wasn’t when we shared our first intimate moment that I figured this out, it was when I saw her with Shelby. It’s just the way she spoke to Shelby and danced around with her without a care in the world. I felt like I finally got to see the real Iris and that was it for me. I’ve already seen her dark side, and I’m still here after that, but now I’ve seen all of her and it made me realize how much I really care for her. I love this girl.

After Gemma stole Iris from me, I went upstairs and threw a denim colored t-shirt and some black skinny jeans on. I slipped on some socks and grey vans before making my way back downstairs. My mum had just got home, so I decided to help her put the groceries away while I waited for Iris to come back to the kitchen from whatever my sister’s doing with her.

“Wow, Iris,” my mum sounded stunned. “Are those Gemma’s clothes?” I couldn’t see Iris since I was on the floor, stacking cans into one of the cabinets.

“Yup,” I could practically hear the smile in her voice. “She insisted that I borrowed them.”

“Well, they look good,” Mum said.

“Thanks,” Iris was probably blushing since she’s pretty shy with receiving compliments.

“I don’t think you’re going to like it,” my mum whispered as she bent over to get closer to me.

I furrowed my brows at her as I placed the last can into the cabinet, “Why not?” She didn’t say anything, only pointing in the direction of where Iris was.

I slowly and cautiously stood up to my feet as I smoothed the wrinkles out on my shirt. I looked up to see what my mother meant: Iris’s shirt. She was wearing a grey muscle tank top, but that’s not what bothered me. The tank top said “Sleeping with Sirens”, which is a band Gemma loves. There’s one particular word that I hate the sight of: sirens.

“I uh,” I stumbled on my words. “Can you just change your shirt?” I sighed.

“Why?” she frowned and examined it. “It’s not revealing or anything. I’m wearing a bandeau under it so you can’t see my bra.”

“Raise your arms over your head,” I commanded her with a kind voice. Even though she was confused, she did it anyways. The shirt did exactly what I thought it would: it lifted up and revealed her belly button. “Too revealing,” I stated as I pointed to her bare skin.

“Harry, it’s not a big deal,” she crossed her arms and stared at the floor. “They’re your friends and they know I’m your girl. They wouldn’t be stupid to try a thing.”

I rolled my eyes and chuckled slightly, “They’re guys, Mercy. They are going to check you out.”

Ding dong! And they have the worst timing in the world.

“Too late,” Iris smirked and ran towards the door. Just fucking great.

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“Okay, so you’re gonna start with the MPK5,” Niall tells Iris. They were sat down on the floor in front of my t.v. playing Call of Duty. We all know Niall just wants to play her so he’s able to beat somebody. She agreed almost immediately when he asked her to, and told me she’d impress me. Something tells me she’s actually played the game before.

“Speak English,” she chuckled.

“It’s a submachine gun,” he says like she should know what that means, only receiving a puzzled look from Iris.

I sighed, “Angel, a submachine gun fires repeatedly when you hold the button down.”

“Thanks Babe,” she smiled to me and jokingly glared at Niall.

“Dude,” Zayn waves his hand in front of my face to gain my attention.

“Huh?” I finally turned to the other boys who all had stupid grins on their faces, obviously noticing I was staring at my beautiful girlfriend. “What?”

Louis snickered, “Either you two had sex, or you told her you loved her.”

“Shut up,” I groaned and buried my face in my hands.

“Why can’t I use the sniper?” I heard Iris whine to Niall, making me smile against my hands. Just hearing her voice does things to me.

“You’re a beginner,” Niall states.

“So are you,” Liam laughs.

“Am not.”

I lifted my head from my hands and looked at him, “You’re right, you just suck.” Everyone started laughing, including Iris who began mocking Niall’s childish words.

“Shit,” Liam muttered under his breath.

“Sirens?” I raised my brows at him, referring to the shirt Iris is wearing, and he nodded. “I know,” I frowned.

"I forgot about that," Liam's eyes widened as he scratched the back of his neck.

“You’ve got to tell her, Mate,” Louis whispered.

I slid my hand down my face, “I know, it’s just…” I paused and groaned. “What if she thinks of me differently?”

“It’ll definitely surprise her,” Louis sighed.

“She will be shocked,” Zayn nodded. “She might even need a breather, but I doubt that will make her feel any different about you. You’re not the same person anymore.”

“How are you doing that?! I didn’t even teach you how to throw grenades!” Niall yelled at the petite girl, only to receive a wink from her. Yeah, she’s definitely played before.

“Maybe,” I say as I turn my attention back to the boys.

Liam shook his head, “You can’t keep it a secret from her. At this point, she needs to know.” He's right: Iris opened up to me and admitted to me about her conversations with Scott and his fiance, so I really owe it to her to tell her now.

“Yeah,” I said sadly as I looked towards the floor. “I just hope this doesn’t screw me over for the rest of my life.”

“It’ll be okay, Mate,” Zayn smiles as he squeezes my shoulder and lightly shakes me. “Hell, at least she’ll know why you did it. We all thought you were crazy.”

“Gee thanks,” I said sarcastically, but he’s right. Iris knows everything else about me, so she should understand. The group had no idea what was wrong with me or why I was acting out. This was the part of me everyone was always scared of: the part of me Iris has never seen. I won’t be that way again, I refuse to. I just hope Iris believes that.

“Fuck yeah!” Iris jumps up and points to Niall. “You just got your ass kicked by a girl!”

Niall glared, “That’s it!” He grabbed Iris’s leg and pulled her to the floor. Niall’s lucky they're on carpet cause that could’ve hurt her. I watched as he began tickling her sides, making her giggle and try kicking him off. Let it go Harry, it’s no big deal. He’s just fucking tickling her and getting awfully closer to her. Fucking Niall.

Her shirt started lifting and as soon as he touched her skin I jumped up and said, “That’s enough.” Niall and Iris paused and looked at me in confusion, as did the other boys. I don’t care if this just got very awkward, he needs to stop touching her like that right in front of me. He should never touch her at all.

“Harry?” Iris’s expression changes to worry.

“I need air,” I grumbled before storming out front. This is all so stressful. She claims she doesn’t have feelings for him, but I can see something there. Maybe I’m overreacting, but it’s clear to me that something’s happening there and I can’t help but feel jealous. I don’t want to lose her. Not to Scott, not to my past, and not to Niall.

“Are you okay, Babe?” Iris’s arms wrap around my waist as she lays her head onto my back.

I let out a huge breath before replying, “I’m fine.” I think I sounded pissed, but I’m not angry with her.

She walked around to the front of me without unlinking her arms from me, “Harry, what’s wrong?”

“You should’ve worn a different shirt,” I sighed.

“He didn’t mean to do that,” she bit her lip nervously. “My shirt slid up. It was an accident.”

“Didn’t look like it,” I muttered, hoping she didn’t understand me as soon as the words left my mouth.

She gazed intensely into my eyes as she removed her hands from my waist, only to cradle my face in her hands. “I don’t know why you’re being so jealous. Harry, I love you and only you. I don’t have feelings for Niall. He and I are just friends. I could never love him like I love you.”

“I love you too,” I half smiled. I need to stop being so foolish and just take her word for it. I trust her completely, or at least I should. She wouldn’t break my heart like that, and I’m just being paranoid for no reason. She wouldn’t leave me like that, not after all we’ve been through.

She stood to her tiptoes and quickly kissed me. “Alright, let’s go back in, shall we?”

“Nah,” I smirked. “We should just stay out here and make out.”

She rolled her eyes and giggled, “Shut up. Let’s go.”

"Wait," I laughed. "So where have you played Call of Duty before?"

"Skye's boyfriend and I played it while I lived at his place," she giggled. "He taught me everything I know."

"You're right, I am impressed," I winked, making her blush. I stole one more kiss before I held the door open for her, “Alright, Love, let’s go.”

She shot me her beautiful smile that’s to die for and intertwined our fingers together before leading me inside. I’ve got nothing to worry about. She wants you Harry, only you.

Notes

Sorry I took so long to update (although two days isn't that long), I honestly had writer's block and then there was the whole site being down thing. I'm back on track now, I promise. I'm sad to say my story is nearing the end. There's going to be about fifteen or more, most likely more, chapters before it ends. I will let you know exactly how many are left when it gets to that point.

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Also, I wanted to thank you all for your positive feedback on the story and on me sharing my horrifying experience with you. I only replied to some of your comments, but I truly appreciate ALL OF YOU. Me sharing my story is basically me moving on from that horrible experience.

I want you all to know that if you're going through something similar, you are not alone. Even when it feels like you're alone in this, there will always be at least one person who will listen and be there for you every step of the way. If you guys ever need a person to talk to, just message me and I'll definitely respond.

Thank you guys, for everything. (I just used Iris's line hehe)

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