"I'm done for tonight," I announce, slamming my books shut. Studying on a Friday night is bad enough, I don't need to be up until three in the morning.

It's almost midnight now and Harry still hasnt' called or texted me about coming over, so I assume I'll be sleeping here tonight. At this point it would be hard for me to get away anyway. Mason's infatuation slash obsession with Kylie has calmed down a bit, so he's starting to pay more attention to what I'm doing unfortunately. He obviously still knows that I have a secret boyfriend, but he still has no idea who he is or why I'm keeping it a secret.

"I hate exams. I'm already stressed and they haven't even started," Kylie groans. We all go into the TV room and flop onto the couches, me on my own and Mason playfully laying on top of Kylie. Those two have been together officially for about three weeks now and she's literally here all the time. If she wasn't my best friend it would be really annoying.

"Let's watch a movie," I suggest, proceeding to yawn. Mason gets up and puts one in, but before I can even register the title I'm fast asleep.

---

"Savannah!"

"What?" I groan, rolling onto my stomach.

"Your phone has been ringing nonstop for like twenty minutes. Some guy named Harry keeps trying to call you. Who the hell is Harry?" Mason asks. My eyes go wide and I shoot into a sitting position, snatching my phone from his hand. Thank goodness I never put a picture or his last name with his number.

"No one. Just...someone I met at a party."

"Liar. He's the secret boyfriend isn't he?" Mason asks, smiling a little.

"No, Mase. Just a random guy." My phone starts ringing again and I move into the kitchen to answer the call. "Hello?"

"Babe! I've been calling you!"

"I know, Harry. What time is it?"

"No idea, I just got back. Are you coming over?"

I pull my phone away from my ear and internally groan when I see what time it is. "Harry, it's almost two in the morning! I was sleeping so no, I'm not coming over. I said if you weren't back late that I would come back but it's late."

"Technically it's early," he says cheekily.

"Are you drunk?

"No! I just want to see you."

"I'm not driving there right now," I tell him again, yawning.

"I'll come get you."

"You know you can't do that, my brother is home."

"I can be sneaky."

"I'm pretty sure you're drunk and in no condition to be driving," I scold. "Go to sleep. I'll come over tomorrow, okay? Did you have fun with Louis?"

"Yeah we went to a bar and there was this live band. We met them afterwards. I'll send you a great picture of me," he says excitedly. I just laugh and try not to fall asleep sitting up. "You're tired. Okay, I'll call you tomorrow."

"Send me that picture," I request tiredly. He chuckles.

"I will. Sleep well baby."

"Goodnight."

I head towards the stairs, turning off lights as I go. As I'm walking up the stairs my phone buzzes and I get a text from Harry.

Casually rockin out. Obviously singing a song for you.


I can't help but laugh when I open up the image. He definitely got drunk tonight, but he looks like he had a good time. Good for him. I feel like I'm the only one he spends time with and we can't even do anything but hang out in his apartment.

To: Harry
You look sexy with a guitar ;)

I flop down on my bed with all the lights off and receive another text from Harry.

From: Harry
I wish you could have come with us. I miss you.

I smile and my heart just melts as I read the words. He's so perfect.

To: Harry
Get some sleep babe. I'll see you tomorrow. x

Before I can even check if the text went through my body takes over and I'm sound asleep.

---

Mason and Kylie both drilled me this morning when I was trying to leave the house. Apparently I never spend time with them anymore, but I feel like that's a two way street. I don't want to always be the third wheel and my friendship with Troy has been rocky ever since he kissed me at the party. Things are just different now. I finally managed to get out of the house and now I'm pulling up to Harry's building.

Since I now have the code to get into the building I don't have to buzz his number anymore. I walk up with my Starbucks in hand and waltz right into his place. I scan the room but find him nowhere. After setting the coffee and pastries down on the table I head up the stairs to his bedroom. He is no where to be found, but I can hear the water running from inside the bathroom. The door is slightly open so I peer inside and see him standing in his shower rinsing his hair. Maybe I should join him...

No. I came here for studying. I can't let myself get distracted already. I turn and shiver a little as I walk back towards the stairs. I only wore a tank top with my sweats but it's actually really cold in Harry's loft for some reason. I skip over to his closet and surf through the selections until I find a shirt I find suitable to steal. It's a plain dark grey long sleeve shirt with a few buttons on the front. It smells so much like him as I pull it over my head. It's huge on me, but it's so comfortable and it smells like him so I'm definitely keeping it. Possibly for good.

"What are you doing?" Harry asks. I turn my head to see him leaning against the doorframe of the bathroom with an amused smirk on his face, towel hanging very loosely around his hips. I was embarrassingly holding the front of the shirt against my nose. I drop it and lock my fingers behind me back so I look more innocent.

"Nothing," I chirp. He laughs and walks over to me. His hands rest on my sides, scrunching the material in his large fist.

"This is mine?" I nod. He sighs and kisses my forehead. "I guess you can keep it."

"I was going to either way."

He laughs and kisses my forehead again. I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss his lips, melting at the feeling. It's just amazing. There's nothing else I can say about it. He lifts me slightly off the ground and I tangle one set of fingers into his hair. I reluctantly pull back and lean my forehead against hers.

"I need to study," I breathe, brushing my fingers through the hair at the back of his head. He nods and I slowly step away from his embrace and practically run down the stairs so his bed can't tempt me.

I pull out my books and sit at the dining room table with my back facing the stairs so I can't be tempted. I get my coffee the tray I brought up and take out the muffin I got from Starbucks for myself. After a few minutes Harry comes downstairs, hair still wet and only wearing some light grey sweatpants. His work stuff is already spread out over the table across from me, but instead of going there he wraps his arms around my neck and leans his head down beside mine.

"Do you want anything?" he asks sweetly. I shake my head and lift my coffee. "Oh, did you bring me one of those?"

"I did." I motion towards the tray and walks over to pick it up. "I got you a blueberry muffin, I wasn't sure what kind you'd like."

"I'm not picky. Thanks, babe." He kisses the top of my head and walks around to sit in front of his stuff. "Are you ready for your exams?"

"I don't know." I sigh and put down my pencil so I can eat. "I'm mostly worried about physics because Mr. Timmins has the hardest tests."

"Yeah he's a miserable old man." I laugh and Harry smiles as he takes a sip of his drink. "Are you nervous for mine?"

He smiles mischievously but I just laugh. "No offence, but I don't think anyone is worried about that one. It's writing, it's not that stressful."

"That's fine, just casually insult my career," he says sarcastically. He winks at me and I just shake my head. "Don't worry, I know it's not the same as physics or chemistry or something like that. Although I doubt you're even worried about any of yours. I've seen your overall GPA, it's quite impressive."

I shrug and take another bite of my muffin. I don't do well with compliments. He picks up a stack of mail and starts reading through things, most of which I assume are bills and other adult stuff. He opens one envelope that drags a reaction, though; as soon as he starts reading whatever it is his brow furrows and he looks angry.

"Everything okay?" I ask quietly. He doesn't even look up, like he didn't hear me at all. "Harry?"

"Hmm?" He looks up at me and his face softens, thought there's still traces of anger.

"Are you okay? What is that?" I remember a while ago I came down and he was reading something else that upset him...maybe this is the same person or something.

"It's just...it's a letter. I'm fine." He flashes a forced smile and takes the stack of mail up to his bedroom. I frown and stare blankly at my textbook.

Yesterday when his friend came here I realized that I don't know much about his life in England. He's told me a bit about his family and his childhood, but I know nothing of him being in high school or college, who he hung out with, what kind of stuff he liked to do when he was younger. Somehow he's avoided anything that could lead to that. When he comes back down he sits in his chair without looking at me and starts working on something. I just watch him, wondering how I never realized how little I know about his past. I feel like he knows everything about me.

"Harry?" He looks up at me and takes a sip of his coffee. I bite my lip and get really nervous suddenly. I don't know how to bring this up. He raises his eyebrows and half-smirks at my nervousness.

"Savannah..."

I shake my head and look back down. "Nothing. Nevermind."

"You sure?"

"Yep."

We work in silence for a while but I can't focus on anything. Now is not the time for a relationship crisis but this is just really freaking me out for some reason. Maybe it wasn't intentional; maybe it just never came up and Harry didn't feel the need to discuss it. I'm probably over-reacting. If I asked Harry about it I'm sure he'd be willing to tell me.

"So how long have you know Louis?" I ask suddenly. He looks up and shrugs.

"I don't know. I think I was sixteen when we met. We went to the same college."

"At sixteen?"

He smiles. "School works different in the UK, love."

"Oh. What about Liam, when did you meet him?"

"When I was a kid. What's with all the questions?" He smiles but I can tell he's on edge a little bit.

"I was just wondering." He cocks his head to the side in question. "I feel like I don't know a lot about your past."

"There's not much to tell," he says, his eyes looking slightly angry.

"I still want to know," I admit quietly. "You know everything about me, but I feel like I don't know anything about what you were like when you were like...my age, or in university."

His jaw tightens and I can see his whole body go slightly rigid. Well, apparently it's not just something he forgot to mention. What could he possibly be hiding from me?

"You don't have to tell me if you don't-"

"You're right, I don't have to tell you. It's none of your business," he snaps. My mouth drops open and he relaxes slightly as he rubs his hands over his face. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap at you."

I remain silent, unsure of what just happened here. Does he not want to tell me things? Is he keeping them from me on purpose? Does he feel like he can't talk to me? Whatever it is, there's no positive way of working this out. After everything we've been through, he can't even open up to me.

"I think I should go," I murmur, collecting my things. I feel like crying right now and I don't want him to see that. I might be over reacting, but right now this feels like a really big deal. Doesn't he trust me?

"What? Why?" he asks as I stuff my books into my backpack. I start searching my phone and realize that I must have forgotten it at home, so I just get my keys off the table and pick up my bag. He stands as well and puts his hands on my arms to stop me from moving around. "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong? You won't talk to me, Harry." I wince a little at how needy I sound. He sighs and I see something flash in his eyes that I've never seen. As quickly as it was there it's gone again. "It's fine. I get it."

"No, you don't," he says. He's not angry anymore but that only makes those words hurt more.

"I'm leaving," I whisper. We stare at each other for a few moments and I give him the chance to tell me something, anything that would show me that he's willing to talk to me. But it doesn't happen. I smile sadly at him and kiss his cheek quickly before turning and walking out the door. He doesn't try to stop me and that makes me even more sad. I start crying on my way home and by the time I get back I'm a blubbering mess. I ignore Kylie and Mason and go straight to my room, collapsing on my bed and clutching a pillow to my chest.

Why can't Harry talk to me? I'm not asking for a lot, especially considering how much he knows about me. It's not like I don't know him, because I do. I know exactly what kind of person he is and I know all about his ideas and opinions and that stuff. I just don't know anything about his past. It might not be that important, but it's part of him so it's important to me. It makes me nervous that he won't tell me about it.

---

"Maybe he just looks like him."

"No, that's him!"

"Mason, shh. You're going to wake her up."

"Too late," I grumble. I roll over and open my eyes with some difficulty. Apparently I fell asleep crying, an idea that's confirmed by the dry tears keeping my eyelids together. "What are you guys doing in here? What time is it?"

"Who the fuck is this?" Mason asks, holding a screen in front of me. I blink a few times at the sudden bright light in my eyes. When I can focus on the photo I realize that I've seen it before. It's a picture....

"What the fuck!" I snatch the phone away from Mason and jump out of my bed and onto the floor on the other side. "What are you doing! This is my phone, Mason!"

"A phone with a picture of our fucking teacher on it. A picture that he obviously sent you. And whose shirt is that? Are you going to tell me what's going on? I mean, I'm pretty sure I already know, but is there anything you want to clear up?"

He folds his arms and his expression only gets angrier as I stay silent. Not really sure how I'm going to get out this one.

Notes

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