please read the athour's note! important information!

---

Sunday, November 18

My mind drifts back into awareness as a something lightly trails up and down my back, my stomach pressed against the mattress. I slide my arms up and tuck them under the pillow is resting on, shivering slightly from the feeling on my back. I smile and turn my head towards Harry's side of the bed.

"What time is it?" I ask groggily, eyes still closed.

"Almost nine," he responds quietly, his finger still softly tracing my spine.

"That is far too early."

He chuckles. "Then go back to sleep."

I finally open my eyes and find him smiling at me. My eyes slowly trail down is bar torso to where the sheets begin to cover him, then slowly back up to his face. He's so perfect. Tattoos and all. And he's mine. It's insane to think that someone like him could want me. He's incredibly attractive, to the point where I don't even think he's real sometimes, and he's such an amazing person. How did I get so lucky?

"What? Why are you looking at me like that?" he asks. I shrug and shuffle closer to him, resting my head on his pillow. I realize then that I'm still very naked, but I don't feel weird about it. Harry doesn't call attention to it either; his eyes never leave my face, always the perfect gentleman.

"You're prettier than like everyone I know," I blurt. His eyes go wide shortly and his smile grows in amusement.

"Yeah, I'm pretty good looking," he says boldly, looking away and dramatically brushing his hand through his hair. I laugh and shake my head, as much as I can while it's against the pillow.

"Modest too," I tease. He laughs and puts his arm around my back, one leg crossing over mine and his body slightly overlapping with mine as he lays his face directly in front of mine on the pillow.

"I like waking up with you," he says gently. My face flushes and I smile widely at him. He moves forward and brushes his nose against mine a few times. His body against mine brings back the memories of last night and I smile even wider at the thought. It was so perfect, more than I ever imagined it'd be. I thought since I'd built it up in my head so much that maybe it wouldn't live up to my expectations. But it did. It definitely did.

"Yeah, I could get used to it," I agree happily.

"I wish I could take you out for breakfast," he says, his voice sad.

"Hey, you're not allowed to be sad. Last night was amazing and you're not going to be a Debbie downer and ruin it."

"A Debbie downer?" he asks, laughing a little.

"Yes. I would rather have breakfast here with you anyway. I can wear your shirt and sit on your lap and we can act all cute and blissed out."

"Last night was pretty amazing," he agrees, absentmindedly running his fingers through my hair. He stares into my eyes and I feel my heart start to race. I suddenly feel this urge to tell him I love him.

Wait. What?

"I umm...I have to pee," I blurt awkwardly. Harry smiles at me, confusion etched in his features with my sudden departure. I wrap the sheets around me and stand from the bed.

"Hey!" Harry laughs. I turn around and blush at the sight of him laying there completely naked. "It's cold!"

"Too bad," I tease, walking into the bathroom and shutting the door behind me. I lean back against it, hugging the white sheets close to my body. Did I really just think that? It's not possible. I care about Harry more than I've ever cared about anyone but...do I love him? I've known him for two months and we just officially got together last night. It's way too soon.

"You were just caught up in the moment," I whisper, staring at myself in the mirror. "Everything is fine."

I do my business and attempt to comb through my hair, desperately prolonging my time in the bathroom so I can calm myself. I can't be in love right now. That would be completely insane, it's far too soon for that. If I keep thinking about this I'm going to talk myself into leaving. I know that I have no reason to freak out and that would be so unfair to Harry and I really don't want to leave. But it's always been my plan of attack; get out when things get too serious.

Love? That's about as serious as it gets.

I jump a little and the sheets fall from my body when there's a soft knock on the door.

"Babe?" My heart melts and I smile at myself in the mirror. "Everything okay? You've been in there for a while..."

I give myself a nod and bend down to pick up the sheets wrapping them around my naked body before opening the door. Harry smiles and immediately wraps his arms around me.

"You okay?"

"Yeah," I breathe, leaning my body into his. He rubs my beck and after a moment i unwrap the sheets from myself so we're both encircled by the soft fabric. I look up at Harry and he leans his forehead against mine. "Can we go back to bed?"

He nods and bends down a bit, putting his hands firmly around my thighs. I laugh as he picks me up and wraps my legs around his torso so he can carry me over to his bed. He plops down and rolls us over a few times and when we stop moving we're a mess of limbs and sheets.

"You sure you're okay?" he asks again, staring into my eyes.

"I'm sure." Being around him makes me feel so safe and secure and cared for. That's more than I could ask for and I realize now that even if I do love Harry, that's nothing to be worried about. I trust him. When I'm ready to confront those feelings I will and whatever happens, happens.

"I'm really glad you decided to come see me last night. Well, that you tried to anyway," he says, laughing and referring to my getting lost.

"Me too. Everything was so perfect. Even all the fighting."

He laughs again and I join him effortlessly. "Even still, I'd like to avoid that a little more in the future."

"Hey, as long as we end up like this every time after it's fine with me."

"Yeah, I could live with that."

He presses his lips to mine, softly but passionately. Everything with him feels so perfect it's inane. Even when we're fighting I feel so much passion. There's so much emotion between us it's indescribable. We could be sitting around doing absolutely nothing, but it's exactly where I want to be. Here, in his arms. Everything just feels right.

---

Friday, December 13

"Harry?" I call, walking into his place and shutting the door behind me.

"I'm upstairs!"

I set my bags down on the floor and walk over to the couch, laying face down. School has been insane the last two weeks with the semester coming to an end before Christmas. I've had so many projects and now I have four exams to write over the next week. I'm completely exhausted, but there's no time for rest. I have to study and I need to do well for the sake of my college applications. Harry has helped me study a lot, and with him being a teacher he's been helpful to say the least. I've been spending a decent amount of time here, but Kylie and I always study a lot together for exams so I've been with her a lot as well. I don't know how I've managed to keep Harry and I's secret for so long, but it's working and I love it. I've never been happier.

Harry's curly head comes bouncing down the stairs and he walks over to me, his shirt unbuttoned completely and blowing open as he walks. He's still dressed from school, but apparently he feels the need to torture me by showing off his body.

"Hi baby," he says cutely, smiling and leaning down to kiss my temple. Harry is honestly the best boyfriend I could ever ask for. He's so attentive and careful and protective. It makes me feel so good. He brushes his fingers along my cheek for a moment before standing up again and walking towards the kitchen.

"Madi told me that she wants you for Christmas today," I inform him awkwardly, grimacing at the memory of her whispering yet another dirty thing to me in class. I sit up and hear him laugh as he peers into the fridge.

"Did she now?"

"Yes. She was quite specific," I divulge. I walk up behind him and slide my hands under his shirt, locking them together in front of him.

"Was she?"

"She wants you under her tree Christmas morning wearing nothing but a bow. You know...to cover you down there." He laughs and puts on hand over mine. "It's not funny!"

"It's kind of funny, love." He pulls out a bowl of grapes and turns in my arms, holding the bowl in one hand and letting the door of the fridge swing shut behind him. "How would you like me for Christmas?"

"But I already have you," I remind him. He shrugs.

"Maybe. Maybe not. I guess we'll see when Santa visits you."

I laugh and shake my head at him. He flashes an adorably devious smirk. "Alright, but if you're going to be under my tree you should probably wear a little more than a bow. I don't want to scar my brother."

"What, he's never seen a teacher naked before?"

"I'm going to assume that he hasnt. But I guess you never know..."

He smiles and kisses me quickly. "I guess not."

I stand on my tippy toes to reconnect our lips and he sighs into my mouth, walking me backwards until I'm pressed against the counter. I hear him set the bowl on the granite surface and his hands delicately cup my face while my own run all over his toned body. He lifts me up onto the counter and I wrap my legs around his waist, my hands resting on the beck of his neck while he holds my impossibly close. I push the shirt back from his shoulders and he lets it fall to the ground before quickly wrapping his arms around my again, all while never breaking our heated kiss. My fingers tangle into his hair as he kisses down my neck, selecting a spot just above my collar bone.

Suddenly the door swings open and Harry lifts his head in surprise. My own snaps towards the door and a man I've never seen before casually waltzes in.

"Styles!" He calls loudly, looking around. He finally looks over at us and an amused smile crosses his features. He has light blue eyes and messy dark hair that seems to point every which way. My face flushes when I realize the position Harry and I are still in.

"Well well," he says, leaning against the edge of the door. "What do we have here?"

"Holy hell Lou!" Harry says, running his hands through his hair. He winks at me and I unhook my legs from his waist so he can go over to the stranger. The person eyes me curiously as Harry goes over to him. They clasp hands and do some sort of quick guy hug thing.

"Looks like you're settling in nicely,mate." the guy says. Harry laughs and scratches the back of his neck. Who is this person?

"What are you doing here? I thought you were gonna come after the new year sometime?"

"Turns out Eleanor has a few events to be at so we wouldn't be able to come for a while. We decided to surprise you and come early."

"I'm definitely surprised. It's good to see you, man. It's been ages," Harry says, roughly patting his arm a few times.

"I'm sure you haven't missed me too much. Seems like you've found someone to keep you company," he says slyly, looking over at me again. I hop down from my perch on the counter and Harry looks back at me with an adoring smile. He holds his hand out and beckons for me. As I walk over I examine this new person, also covered in tattoos like Harry is. He has a charming accent, although it's not the same as Harry's, and it appears they've known each other a while. Harry takes my hand and stares down at me as he introduces me.

"Louis, this is Savannah. Savannah, this is my friend Louis from back home," he informs me. I look from him over at the new man and hold my hand out.

"Nice to meet you." He takes my hand and I smile at him.

"You as well," he says kindly. He drops my hand and puts his on his hips. "Should I leave so you two can get back to it then?"

Harry laughs and my face turns impossibly red. He slings his arm around my shoulder and kisses the side of my head, still chuckling.

"Funny Lou," Harry says sarcastically. "Where's Eleanor?"

"Back at the hotel. She's pretty tired from the flight so I figured you, me and Liam could go out for a beer. If we even can. I heard the drinking age here is like thirty."

Harry and I both laugh and Louis steps further into the loft, looking around and eyeing everything.

"I should go," I tell Harry quietly. He furrows his brow and shakes his head. "You two obviously have some catching up to do. I have to study anyway."

"I made plans with you first, love. I told you I'd help you study."

"Harry, it's fine. He came all the way here to see you, you should go out with your friends."

He sighs and contemplates for a moment. I really don't want to go home, but this guy cam all the way from the UK to see him so obviously they're good friends. Harry hasn't talked much about his life there, now that I think about it. I'd never heard about this Louis person. The only person I know from his past is Liam and that's because I've met him. Harry never talks about his past.

This realization hits me quickly and by the look on Harry's face I know he can tell something's wrong.

"Savannah-"

"So, how did you two meet?" Louis asks suddenly, walking back over to us from he kitchen. He tosses Harry his shirt. "Cover yourself, mate. Wouldn't want to torture the poor girl."

He winks at me and Harry laughs along, releasing my to slide the shirt back on. He does up a few buttons and I try my best not to look disappointed that he's covered up.

"So? How'd you meet?" he asks again. I look over at Harry and he looks slightly panicked for a moment before regaining composure.

"We met at umm..at the market," he says. It seems like he's trying to remember the story he already told Liam.

"Ah how romantic. You look quite young, love," he says to me.

"Lou!" Harry scolds. He shrugs and gives him a 'what?' look before looking back at me. "Savannah is still in school. College." I nod in agreement and Louis seems somewhat pleased with the answer.

"Anyway, I'm going to get going," I start. Harry follows as I walk towards my bags.

"You don't have to go," he says softly. I put my backpack over my shoulders and sling my other purse over one.

"It's fine. You have fun. It was nice to meet you," I tell Louis. He nods and attempts to make himself busy.

"Hallway," Harry instructs, opening to door for me. We step out and he closes the door behind him. "You really can stay. I don't want to bail on our plans."

"I don't mind. You should spend some time with your friends."

"But I want to spend time with you, I feel like I've barely seen you lately." He leans back against the door and tugs my forward by my hand so my body is leaning against his. He rests his hands on my waist while mine go to his chest.

"I've been here three times already this week," I remind him, laughing a little.

"Yeah, but we've both been so busy that we didn't get to do anything fun."

"We had plenty of fun." I smile fondly at the memories of us basically not being able to keep our hands off each other at all. Being at school together all day and not being able to even look at each other has become pure torture. By the time we get back here we're both desperate and it takes about five seconds for our clothes to come off. One time we couldn't even wait until we got to the apartment; we just did it in Harry's car.

"I can ask him to leave, he won't mind."

"Seriously, it's fine. If you're not out that late I can always come back afterwards. He'll probably want to go to a bar or something and I can't do that anyway." I fiddle with his collar and do my best not to let the exposed part of his chest convince me to stay.

"I won't be late. I'll call you and you can come back," he says firmly. I sigh and he leans forward to press his lips to my forehead. "I really don't want you to go," he whispers against my skin. He gently kisses my forehead again, slowly kissing down the side of my face. I turn my head and press my lips to his and he immediately deepens it. my arms wrap around his neck and he moans quietly.

"I can hear you two out there!" Louis calls from inside. "If you're going to have sex at least go to a closet or something!"

Harry groans and pulls away from me, leaning his head against the door with a frustrated smile.

"Okay, I'm leaving," I laugh. I kiss him quickly once more and start walking down the hall. "Have fun with your friends."

"I'll call you," he calls after me. I turn and blow him a kiss before disappearing around the corner. I don't want to leave, but Harry needs some time not spent with me. I feel like I'm the only person he talks to outside of school.

Why don't I know more about him? Harry knows so much about me and why I am the way that I am. I've asked him questions before, but he always dodges them so skillfully in a way that doesn't make me ask questions. I don't know why I never noticed before.

Notes

so i dont know if you guys care or not, but in my stories like when im writing them the timeline really bothers met. if i dont know the date i just get so rattled for some reason. so tahts why i include it a lot of the time even if a lot of time hasnt passed.

yaaay louis is in the story :D sad that i cant have them all together but maybe thatll come later....who knows

nothing really happened in this one, it was more setting the stage for christmas break and stuff. sort of a filler. and thats really sad for me considering...

im going on vacation. SO EXCITED. so im going to be gone for like five or six days unfortunately without the ability to update. so i wont be able to for about a week now :s i hope you guys dont lose interest in that time and im so sorry that itll be that long. but ill update the day i get back i promise :)

anyway please tell me what you guys think of this one :) what do you want to see happen to harry and savannah?!?!


comment, vote subscribe!!