"I think I might throw up," I whisper to Harry as we stand on the front step. He laughs and squeezes my hand. "It's not funny."

"Relax, Savannah."

"Did you tell them you were bringing me with you?"

He smiles while looking at the door. I don't like that look.

"I would have if I had told them I was coming at all," he says quietly.

My mouth drops open and I just stare as he slowly turns his face towards mine. He laughs softly, crooked smile not doing it's usual job of making me feel better. They have no idea we're here. Suddenly I find myself hoping they aren't home, whoever's house we're at right now. Harry knocks again and it takes everything in me not to turn and run away; doesn't matter where, anywhere else would be less stressful.

"Relax," he says again. "Your eyes look like they're about to fall right out of your head." I roll my eyes and he laughs. "That's better."

"I hate you," I mutter.

He just laughs again, lifting is hand to knock once more. The door suddenly swings open and someone that looks like neither Harry's sister nor his mother appears.

"Look who's back," the man says. He opens the screen door and steps outside. Harry releases my hand and shakes his, the guys wrapping their free arms around each other. "It's good to see you, Harry."

"You too, Brad."

"Gem didn't tell us you were coming," he says. He looks at me and smirks at Harry. "She didn't tell us you were bringing someone, either."

"She doesn't know I'm here," Harry says, taking my hand again. "This is my girlfriend, Savannah."

"Hi," Brad says, extending his hand to me. I shake it.

"Nice to meet you," I say. This must be Gemma's fiance.

"You as well. I've heard a lot about you, it's nice to put a face to a name. Come on in, guys. I think Jackson just woke up from his nap. Harry, your mum is just gone out for some groceries I think."

Harry gives me a reassuring smile as we step into the house. It's a fair size, what I would expect for a new family. There's two levels; on this one it's one big room, kitchen to the far right then the dining area then a living room. It's cozy.

"She's still living here?" Harry asks as we take off our shoes and coats.

"Yeah, at least until the trial is over. When the cops get out of your house and she can sell it she'll buy something of her own. So, how's California?" he asks, walking into the kitchen. Harry and I follow and sit at the bar stools behind the island.

"Sunny," Harry says, laughing a little. "It's great, though. I can see why Liam was always going on about it."

"Seems to be treating you pretty well," he says, taking out some mugs and eyeing me with a small smile.

My cheeks turn red and Harry places his hand on my thigh. I hear someone coming down the steps and Harry turns in his chair, a smile growing on his lips. I follow his gaze to the staircase where a woman with long, dark blonde hair comes bouncing down with a baby in her arms. She turns to come towards the kitchen and her eyes go wide.

"What...Harry?" she asks quietly. She looks at me then back at Harry.

"Hi Gem," he says, standing up.

"Brad, come take the baby," she says shakily. Her eyes are glossy with new tears as her fiance comes and takes the newborn out of her hands.

When her arms are free she runs at Harry, throwing her arms around his neck and burying her face against his shoulder. He holds her up and laughs shakily, but it sounds more like an attempt to cover other emotions. When he sets her back down she ruffles his hair.

"I missed you," she says, wiping one of her cheeks. "I can't believe you didn't come home for Christmas."

"I couldn't," he says quietly. She nods.

"I know, but me and mum have been worried. You've barely spoken to us and-"

"I needed time, Gem."

She nods again and he pulls her back into an embrace. I feel like I'm intruding on their reunion right now; I hadn't realized how little he was actually in contact with his family. They say a few more words to each other that I don't pay attention to, but when both of them look at me my focus comes hurtling back. She smiles at Harry and walks over to me, suddenly wrapping her arms around me.

"Thank you," she says quietly. I'm not sure what she's thanking me for, so I don't say anything. When she releases me she smiles widely. "We can talk later."

"Okay," I agree.

"I'm Gemma, by the way. You probably figured that out, though. And you are obviously Savannah."

"Yeah," I agree, laughing a little. Eleanor said she's like Harry, but from what I can see right now she likes to talk a lot more than he does. "It's nice to meet you."

"You too. I may not have spoken to Harry much the last few months, but when I have most of our conversations have revolved around you," she says. I look over her shoulder at Harry and he runs his fingers through his hair, a shy smile on his lips.

"Is that so?" I ask.

"Yes," she confirms. She smiles widely. "I think I'm more excited about meeting you than seeing Harry."

"Hey!" Harry exclaims. We both laugh and he shakes his head. Gemma turns around and takes the baby from Brad again, walking back over to her brother. Harry's expression turns serious as she stops in front of him with the infant.

"This is Jackson," she says quietly, smiling down at her son. Harry looks at her face, then at me. I nod and he steps closer, placing his large hand gently on the back of the baby's head.

"This is so weird," he mumbles. "I'm an uncle."

"Do you want to hold him?"

He nods with a large grin on his face, holding his hands out and taking the baby with ease. It's impressive how easily he manoeuvres the infant in his arms and it makes my heart warm. I've never seen him interact with children, but something tells me he's as charming with them as he is with other people. He holds Jackson in one arm while putting his large finger in Jackson's tiny hand. Gemma watches both fondly.

"You have a kid," Harry says. "That's so strange. I remember when you used to hit me with your dolls."

"I won't be hitting you with this one," she says.

"I should hope not. That would make you a worse parent than Dad."

"Wow," she says.

Harry laughs and I can't help but feel surprised at how easily he jokes about that. Maybe because she experienced it as well. I walk over to stand beside Harry, peering at the baby. He's got big blue eyes and a light patch of hair on his head, chubby cheeks and a round belly. He's a really cute baby. Harry smiles at me and looks back down at him, and I can see already that he's going to be spending a lot of his time with his nephew.

While we're all admiring and cooing at the child the front door opens, a middle-aged woman with dark hair appearing in the entryway. She drops a few bags on the floor and begins removing her jacket.

"Gemma, whose car is that outside?" she asks. She hangs the jacket up and turns towards the five of us, intantly stopping in her tracks when she does. Her eyes remain glued to Harry and with my hand on his back I can feel him stiffen.

Gemma takes the baby from Harry and I gently rub my hand against his back to encourage him. He looks down at me quickly before walking over to his mother and wrapping his arms around her. She cries against his chest and mumbles a few words to him.

"Stop apologizing," I hear him say. "I didn't leave because of you."

I'm beginning to think there's a few things Harry didn't tell me about how he left home in the summer. The way his family is acting makes me think that perhaps they weren't aware of his plans. When he releases his mother he wraps his arm around her shoulders, bringing her over to the rest of his. She looks at me and smiles.

"You brought her?" she asks, not looking at Harry. I do, though and he smiles at me.

"Of course," he says. I look back at his mother and she steps away from him, hugging me the way Gemma did. Harry's smile grows.

"You have no idea how great it is to meet you," she says. She releases me but keeps her hands on my arms. "I'm Anne, Harry's mother."

"Savannah," I say queitly. She smiles and I find out where Harry gets his dimples from.

"I know, dear. Do you know how much Harry talks about you?"

"Wow, I forgot how embarrassing you guys are for me," Harry says. Everyone laughs and he pulls his mother away from me a bit. "Give her some space, mum."

"This is so great," she gushes, looking around at everyone before looking back up at Harry. "My whole family together. I'm going to make a big dinner tonight."

"You don't have to do that," Harry insists. She pats his stomach.

"I want to. I have to run to the store, though."

"You were just there," Brad says.

"Yes, but I didn't get enough to cook a meal like what I plan to," she says. Gemma rolls her eyes and Harry laughs. "I'll be back soon! Don't disappear on me, okay?"

"I won't," Harry promises. She kisses kis cheek and he wipes the lipstick off his skin. "Why, mum?"

She laughs and walks back to the door, now bouncing on her feet as she disappears again. Harry walks over to me and wraps an arm around my shoulder.

"You okay?" I ask quietly. He nods and kisses my forehead.

"Gem, I didn't realize mum was still living here. If you don't have room we can just get a hotel," Harry says. She shakes her head.

"Don't be stupid. Mum has been sleeping in Jackson's room for some reason anyway so the guest room is empty."

"Why would she do that?"

"I haven't got a clue. I think she's obsessed with him," Gemma reasons. Harry laughs and kisses my forehead once more.

"I'm going to get our bags from the car," he says, walking over to the door. When he's outside Gemma walks over to me.

"Don't worry, I won't make you guys sleep in separate rooms," she says. My cheeks flush and she laughs. "When did you guys get here?"

"Saturday morning, but we stayed in London for a few days. I've never been here before," I tell her. She nods.

"That's exciting, then. Did you have a good time?"

"Yeah, Louis and Eleanor showed us around. It was great."

"Yeah, Lou told me he met you when they visited before Christmas," she says, bouncing the baby as he starts to fuss. "Sorry, I think he's hungry. I'm going to go to the nursery. Brad, can you show them the room and get them some clean towels and that?"

"Of course," he agrees. She smiles and walks over to kiss him quickly before disappearing up the steps again. Harry comes back in with our bags and takes off his shoes. "Come on up."

Harry carries our stuff as we follow brad up the stairs. The house is equipped with three bedrooms, one of which will now be occupied by Harry and I. He shows us where the extra sheets and blankets are, then the bathroom down the hall. When he leaves us to get settled in Harry closes the door behind him.

"That went well," he says, sighing as he says it. He presses his lips to mine quickly. "I think they want to see you more than me."

"That's not true," I laugh. "They're just teasing. Your family is great, Harry."

"Yeah," he says quietly. "I didn't realize how much I actually missed them."

I put my hands on either side of his face and he closes his eyes briefly. I can't imagine what he's all feeling right now, but there must be a million things running through his mind. Memories, regrets, past decisions, a lot of pain; so many things that I can't help him with.

"Whatever you need me for," I tell him quietly, "I'm right here."

He nods and I wrap my arms around him tight. He sighs against my neck and his long arms wrap around my middle. When I release him I plan to turn to unpack some of my things, but Harry catches my lips with his and stops me. He suddenly lifts me up and carries me to the bed, crawling onto it and setting me down underneath him. His tongue grazes mine and an involuntarily moan leaves my lips. My cheeks instantly turn red and I push him back.

"What?" he asks breathlessly.

"We can't do this here," I whisper. He smiles.

"Why not?"

"Your sister is in the next room, she'll hear us."

"No, she's actually deaf. Did I forget to mention that?"

"Harry," I laugh. "I'm serious."

"We're just kissing, it's not like we're making a sex tape."

"Say that louder, please," I say sarcastically.

He smiles and says louder, "It's not like-"

"Harry!" I shout, clamping my hand over his mouth. He laughs as I remove it. "Behave."

"Are you telling me we're not going to do anything while we're staying here?"

"The last thing I want is for your mother and sister to hear us going at it when I only just met them."

"They're allowing us to sleep in the same bed, I think they know we've had sex."

"Would you stop saying that so loud?"

"If I had known you were going to be so worried about this I would have gotten a hotel," he says, nudging my nose with his.

"It doesn't bother you that your sister is in the next room?" I ask. He shrugs.

"Not really. She has a baby, so I know she's doing it."

"What does that have to do with anything?"

He simply kisses me again, wasting no time in parting my lips and moving his tongue against mine. My body reacts before I can think, My legs wrapping around his waist and my fingers twisting into his hair. I don't know if I'll be able to control myself for the rest of the week, because already my resolve is wearing thin. His hands slide under my top and I fist the front of his shirt without thinking. He takes this as a good sign and quickly sits up to remove it. His abs are too distracting and by the time I can form words of protest he's kissing me again and they're gone. When he reaches behind me for my bra clasp my sense comes back and I push him away again.

"Please don't tell me to stop," he breathes. "I feel like I haven't had you in days."

"We did it this morning before we left he hotel," I remind him, laughing a little. He smiles and pecks my lips a few times.

"I know and it was so amazing that I'm dying for more," he says lowly, his mouth dipping to my neck. I bite my lip and He moves lower and lower, skipping my chest and grazing my stomach with his lips. He hums against my skin and fiddles with the button of my jeans.

"Harry," I laugh, reaching for his hand. He sighs and gives up, laying back on top of me with his face above mine. "If we can be really quiet then maybe."

He grins. "You know you can't resist me either way."

"We'll see about that."

"Alright, then. Let's make it interesting."

"How do you mean?"

His lips brush mine and then move to my jaw. "First one to cave loses."

"What do you mean by cave?"

"First one to make a move on the other loses," he explains simply. "We can kiss, but when someone tries to take it further than that they lose."

"What do I get when I win?" I ask smugly. He stops kissing my neck and looks at me with raised eyebrows.

"You think you're going to win?"

"Obviously."

"Fine then. Winner gets a night of pampering when we get home."

"And what might that entail?" I ask, brushing my fingers through his hair.

"Cooked dinner, candles, wine, massage, whatever I want." He smirks and I roll my eyes. "What? I'm definitely going to win."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night."

"You're underestimating my will power, baby."

"I don't think I am," I laugh. He rolls his eyes and stands up, pulling his shirt back over his head. "Is this starting like right now?"

"Why? Already want me?" he asks, putting his bag on the bed and unzipping it.

"No, but that bulge in your jeans looks uncomfortable for you."

He looks down and then back at me while I laugh quietly. He walks over to the door and locks it, then crawls back on top of me.

"It makes sense to do it once more before we start," he reasons, pulling his shirt off again. I sit up and remove mine, then reach for the buckle of his belt. "What happened to not wanting to do it in my sisters house?"

"We'll be really, really quiet," I reason. He smiles and I wrap my arms around his neck as I fall back against the pillows.

Notes

so im changing my mind. ish. i have no idea if im giong to want to write a sequel or not. even still, if you're interested let me know! if i decide not to do it i will hand it off to someone else, but only if i like their stores.
also, HUGE shoutout to @Rebecca_A. i dont even think she reads this story lol but if she does thats awesome. i started reading her story Always and its seriously amazing, you guys should check it out! --> here

so i hope you guys liked this chapter :) some more stuff about harrys family is going to come out soon and things will get interesting with their little bet. fun stuff man.

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