The next morning there's a peaceful quiet over the house, a feeling that extends through my mind and body as my eyes flutter open. Peaceful is a perfect description of the way I feel when I'm with Harry. I feel whole, complete and everything seems to fall into place when he's there. If I lost that feeling I'm not sure what I would do.

His heavy arm draped over my waist makes it difficult, but I manage to turn around so I can see his face. Harry is still sound asleep, lines from stress disappeared and lips relaxed, fallen a little bit open as he sleeps. His hair is messy as ever, chocolate brown curls sprawled across the pillow; he's been letting it grow lately and it's a bit longer than I prefer it, if I'm honest, but he still looks utterly handsome.

"Harry," I whisper. No movement. "Harry, are you awake?"

"If I didn't answer the first time it means I'm still sleeping," he rasps.

"But you're not still sleeping."

"I'm trying to."

"What time do you think it is?"

He sighs. "I don't know, baby. Early."

"Do you want to do something?" I ask quietly. I can see he's trying not to smile right now, still wanting to be asleep.

"Later, okay? Why don't you go back to sleep."

"I'm awake and I'm bored."

"If you go back to sleep that'll solve both those problems," he reasons. He settles down in the bed more, pulling me tight against his bare chest. A few moments past and by the now relaxed look on his face I'm guessing he's back asleep or close to it. Maybe I should just let him sleep.

Or not.

I gently press my lips to his stubbly chin, then to either side of his jaw. I capture his top lip between my own, slowly. I do the same with his bottom lip, but this time when it becomes trapped between my teeth he moans and kisses me back. The triumphant smile on my lips persists for a few seconds while our mouths move together. He slowly rolls on top of me, sighing against my jaw when his lips move down towards my neck.

"I'll just start with that next time," I say breathlessly, laughing a little.

Harry hums in response, sucking harshly on the skin just above my collarbone. I wince when he stops and remove my fingers from his hair to touch the tender skin he just marked.

"That is for waking me up so early," he says, smirking down at me. My mouth drops open.

"Seriously!" I whine. "Harry, that's not cool."

"That's what you get, love. I wanted to sleep."

"My Dad is coming home tomorrow, now I'll have to wear makeup all the time," I groan.

"Not my problem, babe."

My eyes rolls as my hand drops to the bed again, my disdain for the situation hard to maintain with the adorable way he's smirking at me. My bedroom door suddenly swings open and we both look to see Kylie waltzing in.

"Hey guys what-" She notes our position and smiles, coming right up to the edge of the bed with no shame whatsoever. "So, what are you two up to?"

"Do you need something, Ky?" I ask, laughing at the uncomfortable smile on Harry's face. For some reason despite his discomfort he's still on top of me.

"Me and Mase were going to make some breakfast, what do you guys want?"

"Hmm....I don't know." I look up at Harry and he shrugs. "Surprise us."

"Alright. Don't take too long up here, he already started with the bacon," she says, still smiling at us. She just stands there for a moment, looking at me and Harry and none of us saying anything. Harry looks at me with raised eyebrows and I look back at my friend.

"Ky..."

"Yeah?"

"You want to umm...give us a minute," I laugh.

"Right! Okay, see you downstairs. Have fun."

I laugh as she swings the door shut. She would say 'have fun'. Harry hides his face against my neck while I laugh, my fingers brushing through his hair that's long enough to actually have tangles in it.

"Don't worry about it," I soothe, kissing the side of his head.

"Maybe we should have slept at mine last night."

"Maybe, but it's too late now. Okay, I want to shower before breakfast." He doesn't move, only nuzzles his nose against my neck. "Harry, can I get up please."

"Only if I can come with you," he says, his lips brushing my neck. The shivers through my body answer for me.

He kisses me as he throws the blanket from our bodies When he gets up he takes my hands to take me with him, tangling our fingers and walking backwards.

"Can I tell you a secret?" he asks, walking through the door. He stops in front of the shower and reaches for the nozzle, turning the water on and letting it warm up.

"Always."

He smirks and reaches for the bottom of my shirt, fiddling with the hem and slowly tugging it up to reveal my stomach.

"Remember when you gave me the tour of your house? I think that was the first time I was here just after we met," he says. I nod. "When you showed me this bathroom..."

"What?" I prompt. He tugs me forward by my top and leans his forehead against mine.

"Let's just say I had a few images running through my mind," he says lowly. "Not ones that were appropriate for me to have about my new student."

"What kind of images?" I ask breathlessly, my heart pounding. He chuckles.

"How about I show you."

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"Harry, you're burnt."

"I'm not, I don't burn," he retorts. His head rolls to the side so he can look at me through his rayban sunglasses.

"You need sunscreen."

"Babe, I don't."

"Your chest is pink!" I half shout, leaning over and pressing my finger to his chest. "See?"

"So is yours," he says, poking mine. I swat his hand away as he laughs. "Maybe I should put some sunscreen on you."

"I'm fine. You, on the other hand, are burning. At least flip onto your back."

"Fine," he huffs. He adjusts the back of his lawn chair and lays down on his stomach so his back is showing to the sun. When he's comfortable I quickly sit on his bum so I can put lotion on his back.

"Hold still," I command.

"What the hell are you doing?" he says, lifting his head so he can look at me. I can hear Kylie and Mason laughing at us in the pool. "Babe, stop, I don't need it."

"Too bad." I dump some onto his back anyway and start rubbing it in, despite his complaints. "Just wait like fifteen minutes before you swim so it soaks in."

"Stop being such a mom," Mason shouts from the pool. I sit back in my chair and Harry lifts himself on his elbows.

"That wasn't cool," he says, pointing at me, small smirk on his lips.

"You'll thank me when you don't get skin cancer."

He sits up and starts walking to the edge of the pool, turning when he gets to the edge. He rubs his palms together and gives me a challenging stare.

"Don't," I warn.

"I'm pretty hot," he says.

"Harry, it's going to wash off!"

"Darn. Okay, want to see me do a backflip?" He backs up again to the very edge and bends his knees.

"I hope you drown," I mumble, sliding my sunglasses over my eyes. He laughs and bends down lower, proceeding to lift himself into the air and complete a backflip before landing in the water. Alright, I guess that's impressive.

When he comes back up for air his hair is long and everywhere, making him look about five years younger. He swims to the edge of the pool and pushes it out of his face, forearms on the deck and a smile on his face.

"Come swim," he says.

"Nope."

"Pleeeease?"

"No, I don't want to yet."

I open my eyes when I hear him drag himself out of the water. Anyone with common sense knows what's coming next, so I grip the bottom of my chair for dear life. He stands beside me, throws one leg over the chair and places a hand on either side of my head so he's leaning over me, dripping water all over my body.

"Harry," I whine. "That's cold!"

"Sorry." He smirks and shakes his head a bit, sending more water onto my face. I can't help but giggle and without thinking my hands go to his shoulders to push him back. He takes the opportunity to take hold of my wrists, dragging me against my will up from my chair.

"Harry, come on," I beg. "Don't, I don't want to swim yet!"

"Come swimming with me baby," he says cutely. I manage to get my wrists free, but when I turn to run away his arms wrap around my waist, lifting me into the air with my back against his chest.

"Harry, stop," I beg one more time. He stops at the edge, my legs flailing in an attempt to get out of his hold. "Don't you dare throw me in."

"Alright, alright, fine. I won't throw you." He kisses the side of my neck and doesn't release me.

"Put me down?"

I squeal as he jumps into the water, both of us submerged. He releases me and when we both get to the surface he's laughing, along with Kylie and Mason. I swim over to the shallow end and stand up, taking my hair out of the ponytail and glaring at him as he swims up to me.

"I slipped," he says, putting his hands on the side of my legs.

"Bull shit."

"I'm sorry," he laughs.

"You're not forgiven."

"Don't be a baby," Mason says, throwing an inflatable ball at me.

"Whose side are you on?" I retort, throwing it back.

"You're annoying, so obviously his," he says, laughing at himself. Harry laughs a little as well and I shake my head at both of them.

"You both suck." I push Harry's shoulders away from me and he laughs a little, swimming on his back and watching while I pull my wet hair into a braid.

I have to admit, spending the day with my brother, Kylie and Harry has been so much better than I ever thought it would be. Mason is almost completely normal now around him and Kylie is the same obviously, and the four of us hanging out feels so natural. It's surprising how well Harry gets along with all of us...considering he's six years older. The weird thing is that he's not even immature, he acts his age. If he's just acting to make me happy, he's doing a damn good job of pretending.

By the time we all head back inside we're all burnt in at least one place and I'm exhausted from the sun and the wind. Harry and I go to my room to change while the other two go to Mason's.

"I have no other clothes," Harry realizes. "I don't think your brother is going to lend me anything else."

"I have some things of yours." I walk into my closet, his footsteps following. At the back corner I have a drawer where I keep anything of his so my parents don't see it.

"This closet is as big as my loft," Harry says, looking around a bit.

"That's a little dramatic."

"So is this closet."

"Okay," I laugh, throwing a pair of boxers at him. He holds them up while I get out his track pants and a t-shirt.

"When did you take all of this?" he asks, laughing a bit.

"I don't know, it's accumulated I guess. I'd accidentally wear something home or whatever."

"Don't lie, baby." He steps closer and wraps an arm around my neck, the other holding his clothing. "You stole it on purpose."

"You smell good," I reply simply. "I like it."

"Well that's good. You smell alright, I guess."

"You're mean today," I whine, pressing my face to his chest. A deep chuckle rumbles inside it and he wraps his other arm around me as well.

"I still love you, though," he says, lips pressed to the top of my head.

"Whatever."

"I do," he assures me. "Forever and always."

My arms wind around his waist, a schoolgirl smile on my lips while a giddy feeling bubbles inside me. I hope he really means that, because there's nothing I want more.

Notes

one chapter of happy times. i thot that was necessarry.

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