"Harry, I'm serious."

"Okay."

He continues kissing the side of my neck while I try to put my earrings in. It's only been one day since we started our little bet with the no sex thing, and I can tell he's going to try to make this very hard for me.

"Harry, cut it out," I laugh, squirming away from him. He smiles goofily at me and wraps his arms around me from the side.

"I can't help it," he mumbles against my cheek.

"Then forfeit," I whisper back. He chuckles.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you."

"I'm just trying to make your life easier."

Harry just hums in response and my bottom lip is pinched between my teeth when he starts kissing down the side of my neck again. He almost slides his hands under my shirt, but then he stops and places them over it instead.

"I thought we said just kissing," I whisper.

"We did. We never specified where the kissing was limited to."

"Clever. Well I'm limiting it to lips."

"Which lips?" he asks. I can feel his smirk against my neck.

"My mouth," I laugh.

"How about above the shoulders," he reasons. "Because I probably enjoy this even more than you do."

"I seriously doubt that," I mutter. He slides up behind me and places his hands on my hips. When he presses them back into his my face flushes at the feeling of the obvious bulge under his jeans.

"See?"

His eyes meet mine in the mirror and he wraps his arms around my neck, chin resting on top of my head. My hands rest on his forearms and I can see he's having some trouble.

"Do you want me to leave so you can do something about that?" I tease. He smiles a crooked smile. "Maybe a cold shower? Or you could just go in the bedroom, there's some lotion on the dresser."

"Alright, alright," he says, rolling his eyes as I laugh. He kisses the back of my head as Gemma walks in.

"Alright you two. We have one baby already, we don't need another," she says. She walks in but Harry doesn't move. She grabs a few things from a drawer while I squirm around to try to get my toothbrush.

"Harry, let go," I laugh. He shakes hes head. "Come on."

"Harry, let the poor girl go," Gemma says. She walks out and Harry finally releases me, my eyebrows raised.

"What? I didn't want her to see....you know." He gestures to his groin and I roll my eyes while I squirt toothpaste onto the brush. "This sucks."

"Your idea," I remind him.

"Shit," he mutters, walking out of the bathroom.

When I'm finished getting ready I head back to my room so I can get dressed. Gemma and Anne want to take me out for dinner and then shopping while Harry and Brad watch some soccer game or something. They'll be taking care of Jackson and Gemma is really excited to have to night away from diapers and baby puke apparently.

Harry is just laying on his back, legs dangling over the end of the bed with his eyes closed. I pull my- well, his- t-shirt over my head and look through my things for a nicer top. When I bend over to look through the few things still sitting in my bag on the floor, I hear him groan behind me.

"What are you trying to do to me?" he asks. "Seriously, stand up straight. And put a shirt on. I'm going to go insane."

I laugh as I move over to the closet to look there. It's weird having to dress for such cool weather and for rain on top of it. I jump with his hands glide around my waist to rest on my stomach.

"Harry, that tickles," I giggle.

"I think I'm going to have to give up on this," he says, peppering my shoulder and neck with kisses. "I'm okay with losing."

"That's great, but I don't have time for that."

"I only need two minutes."

"How romantic." I spin around and put my arms around his neck, spreading my fingers into his hair. "But I really don't have time. Your mother and sister are taking me out for dinner, remember?"

"This is the first time in forever that we've been able to actually spend extended amounts of time together and be in public. Now you're ditching me for my family."

"Yup."

I peck his lips and pat his chest once before turning and choosing a white button-up blouse with thin straps. When I slide a pale green blazer over my arms and turn back around Harry is just watching me with a pout on his lips.

"Just go spend some time with your nephew. Being with a baby will make you less in the mood for sex," I reason, walking past him.

"Why do you say that?"

"Doesn't seeing a baby freak you out?"

He shrugs. "Not really. I love kids."

"It's not like you want one now, though," I say, putting a necklace around my neck. He doesn't respond and when I turn back around my palms are sweaty. He just looks back at me. "Right?"

He laughs a little and scratches the back of his head. "I don't know, not this minute. I know we're not exactly there yet, but it doesn't scare me to think about it."

"Not exactly there yet?" I repeat, my eyes wide. "Harry, I'm in high school."

"I know," he says, coming over to me and taking my hands in his. My eyes remain wide. "I don't want a baby right now, but I'm twenty-four, Savannah. I'm getting to that stage of my life. Plus, I love you and I think about our future together."

"You do?" I ask quietly, my pulse steadying. He nods. "You think about having kids with me?"

He nods again. "Of course I do. You don't?"

"I'm not even eighteen yet, Harry. I think about the future, but more about when the next time I'll see you again is or about summer after I graduate and we can really be together. What you're talking about is..." I trail off, not sure what to say. Of course I want to be with Harry for a long time, but starting a family is not even a thought for me. I'm not where near ready for that.

"Okay, relax." He laughs a little and puts his hands on either side of my face. "Stop freaking out. I'm not telling you I want to have a baby right now. I think about it, though. I want a future with you. Is that so bad?"

"No," I croak, shaking my head. I don't want this to freak me out, but this is my first relationship. Ever. What we have is amazing and I don't ever want to be without him, but a family? Marriage? That's not stuff that I really think about.

"I'm sorry," he breathes. "I didn't mean to scare you."

"I'm fine," I stammer. I try to smile but it must not turn out right, because he laughs softly at me. "Sorry, I don't know why I'm being so weird."

"It's a lot to think about, I know. I realize that you probably don't think about it as much as I do. I shouldn't have said anything."

"It's nice to know you aren't planning on getting rid of me." He smiles and I step closer to him. I can't let this bug me. It's sweet, realistically. He loves me enough to want a future with me.

"Not anytime soon," he assures me.

---

"Savannah?"

"Hmm?" I look up at Anne across from me, then at Gemma who sits beside me. They both raise their eyebrows. "Sorry. I'm just distracted."

What Harry said to me earlier has been running through my mind ever since we left the house. I tried to act normal when they were seeing us off, but as soon as we left I could feel myself spin into a daze. Kids. Harry thinks about having children with me. That's a really big deal. Huge, even. I love him so much more than I ever thought I could, but all that marriage and family stuff is so far in the future for me. I have no idea where I'm even going to be in a year, nevermind in five or ten. And I don't plan on having kids any time soon, if I do let myself think about it. And I don't most of the time. It's not that I'm not interested in all of it, I've just never really been the kind of girl to dream about getting married or having a family. I guess it was always in the back of my mind. I know that I like kids, but that doesn't mean I want one.

"Everything okay?" Anne asks. I nod and she smiles like she knows I'm lying.

"Just tell us," Gemma says. I laugh nervously and Anne reaches across the table to swat at her hand. "What? We're practically family, you can tell us. I won't say anything to Harry, I promise."

"Gemma, you can't force her to tell us something personal," Anne scolds.

Gemma shrugs. When I look back and forth between the two I realize that I can trust them. I don't have any friends here to talk to and I don't know if I can get through the next few days around Harry without talking to someone about this.

"It's just something Harry said," I say quietly. Both of their eyes train on my and I play with the ring on my finger.

"What'd he say? Something stupid, probably," Gemma says, laughing a little.

"Gem," Anne scolds, smiling herself. "Go on, Savannah."

"Well...before we left we were talking and he said something about kids."

"About wanting them?" Anne clarifies. I nod. "And...you don't want kids?"

"No, it's not that," I say quickly. She looks relieved; the last thing I want is for her to think the girl her son is with doesn't want a family. "It's just that I hadn't thought about it much and it freaked me out. I'm no where close to ready to start a family and it just...I don't know, I probably don't make sense."

I put my elbows on the table and cover my face with my hands. I probably shouldn't have said anything at all because now this is just embarassing. I'm sitting here with my boyfriend's mother and sister telling them about my little crisis. Awesome.

"That's perfectly normal," Anne says warmly. "You're young, it's not in your plan yet. Harry has always loved kids, ever since he was young he wanted them."

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean you have to be as enthusiastic," Gemma says. "If you're not ready that's perfectly fine. Harry gets excited about stuff. Plus he's always been a family kind of guy. But if you're not ready for that it's totally fine. He's not going to break up with you because you don't want to have kids right now."

"It's not going to upset him?" I ask. They both shake their heads.

"Of course not. If he's anything he's understanding, and he's not going to be upset about this. As long as it's going to be an option in the future, he's not going to be angry because you're not ready. It's perfectly understandable and no one can force you. It's not like getting a kitten or something. A baby is a big deal," Anne says. She places her hand over mine and smiles reassuringly at me.

"Wait, he didn't say he wants one now, did he?" Gemma asks. I laugh and shake my head, no. "Oh, okay good. I wouldn't put it past him, that boy does some crazy things."

You have no idea, I think to myself. We get through the rest of dinner and what they said really helped me. There's no reason to be worried about this. Harry didn't tell me he wants kids right at this moment, he's just thinking about our future. If anything I should be happy; I never want to be without him anyway.

When we get home from shopping I'm getting antsy from my excitement; I just want to see him. I shouldn't be threatened by his thoughts about our future, I should be excited, relieved even. I love Harry and I'm going to be with him for a really long time.

Anne opens the front door and we all step out of the rain. I only bought a few things, so I just have two bags but Gemma practically bought an entire store and she has troubles getting through the doorway at all.

"Holy shit, Gem," Brad says, standing from the couch. She piles everything on the floor and puts her arms around him. "Felt like getting a whole new wardrobe, did you?"

"There's a few things in there for you," she says before kissing him. She says it loud enough for all of us to hear and while I smile at them Harry seems disgusted.

"Get a room," he says, flicking Gemma's head as he walks by her. She swats at him blindly and he wraps his arms around me.

"Hi," I laugh, surprised by his embrace.

"Are we okay?" he asks quietly, low enough for only me to hear. I nod and wrap my arms tighter around him. "Okay."

"I love you," I whisper in his ear. His grip on me tightens a bit before he lets go and pecks my lips.

"Did you have fun?"

"Yeah, it was great. I found the best jacket."

"Great, let me see."

I go to get the bag but he beats me to it, snatching it up and running up the stairs. I furrow my eyebrows and he disappears onto the second floor. Gemma laughs beside me.

"Subtle, isn't he?" she asks. I turn to look at her, still confused. "Try not to be too loud, alright? Jackson is sleeping."

My face turns red and for a moment I debate not going up since they all assume that we're going to be doing something up there, but I think if I don't go Harry would probably do something even more embarrassing. Brad makes a suggestive whooping noise as I go up and when I get into our bedroom I glare at Harry.

"What?" he asks cheekily, walking up to me. He swings the door shut and pushes me against it.

"You're so obvious."

"I wasn't trying to be subtle, love."

I smile as his lips meet mine and tangle my fingers into his hair. His hips grind into mine and with that our kiss breaks.

"Was that a move, Mr. Styles?" I ask smugly. "Not even a day and I already win."

"You can gloat later," he mumbles, pushing my jacket from my shoulders.

Soon after that my shirt is gone and my fingers are removing the belt from his jeans. Before I'm done with the button he lifts me up and carries me over to the bed, but he sits down on the edge instead of laying my back down on it. I pull his shirt over his head and try to force him to lay down, but he doesn't. He smiles against my lips and undoes the front of my jeans.

"I want to try this," he mumbles.

I'm not sure what he means at first, but then I realize that he's referring to me being on top. I've done it before, but not with Harry. Honestly, trying new things with him has never even occurred to me because even the simplest thing with Harry is better than anything I've ever done before. I stare down at him and bite my lip as he smirks at me.

"What?"

"I won, why should I do all the work," I tease, standing up from his lap. He smiles and shakes his head at me.

"Alright fine," he says, pretending to be annoyed. He reaches out for my jeans and tugs me closer, sliding the zipper down and pushing them from my hips. "I'm sorry about before."

"Don't be." I place my hands on his biceps and slowly slide them up to his shoulders.

"You probably don't think about that stuff."

"Not really," I reply honestly. "But that doesn't mean you can't talk to me about it. I was just surprised, that's all."

"I was worried it was because you don't want any of that," he says quietly. He tries to laugh at the end, but it comes out more strangled than normal. I place my hands on his to stop him, causing him to look up at me.

"That's definitely not it," I say firmly, my hands against his cheeks. "Honestly, no. I don't think about that stuff. But that doesn't mean I don't want it with you. I've never been the kind of girl to plan my future out, but that doesn't mean I don't want one with you. And I do, so much."

"Really?" he asks, a smile growing on his lips.

"Of course, Harry. I love you, why wouldn't I want that?"

He closes his eyes briefly, then leans his forehead against my body. He starts pushing my jeans down again, then suddenly puts his arms around me and tosses me back onto the bed. I laugh a little and crawl back towards the pillows while he pulls my pants from my legs, then removes his own. It was silly to think that bet of ours was going to last long at all. It takes mere seconds for the rest of our clothing to be removed and when he slides into me I pull his lips to mine so I don't make any noises. I had forgotten about the people downstairs, but now that this is happening I realize it could be really awkward if they hear us.

"I love you so much," he mumbles against my lips.

His hips slide into mine repeatedly, slowly. Close is never close enough as I press my fingertips into Harry's back to eliminate any distance. He presses his lips to my neck in an attempt to quiet a groan. His place remains steady, hitting the same spot over and over again, slowly but hard enough that I'm writhing underneath him. He's drawing it out on purpose, but I can't take it.

"Harry," I moan. "Faster."

His lips are against mine again but he doesn't do as I asked, much to my frustration. My whole body is trembling from the insane amount of pleasure, but he doesn't pick up his pace at all. My legs wrap around his waist and he laces one set of fingers with mine, placing them above my head. His teeth pull at my bottom lip and I moan again.

"Quiet love," he whispers breathlessly.

"I won't be able to....keep quiet...much longer," I whisper. When his mouth fits to mine I moan against his mouth. "Fuck. Harry, please."

He starts moving faster, slowly increasing his pace until finally the pressure in my stomach builds beyond control. I hold his mouth to mine to absorb the sounds while I ride out my high, Harry reaching his seconds later. He stays on top of me, our bodies tangled together.

"I could definitely have a lifetime of that," I whisper, sliding my free hand into his hair. He smiles and gives me a lazy kiss, nudging my nose with his a few times.

Notes

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