Harmony’s POV
“Where have you been? We were worried about you guys. Who’s this?” Harry asked when we got home. Zack looked like he was going to faint right there. Harry looked like he wanted to kill him.

“This is Zack. He’s in our dance class. We went out to ice cream.”

“Did you bring any back?” Niall asked from on my couch.

“Yes, I did. My favorite, too.”

“What kind is it?”

“Mint with Twix. Don’t ask, just eat.”

He got up and grabbed the ice cream and sat down at the counter.

“Har, can I talk to you for a second?” Harry asked. I didn’t have time to respond before I was dragged to my room. He shut the door behind us and sat on the bed with me. “You’re just friends right?”

“Harry, he’s gay, and even if he weren’t, don’t you trust me?”

“Thank goodness, and of course I trust you. You’re my girlfriend, why wouldn’t I?”

“Good,” I said then leaned in to kiss him. Our lips touched for a passionate kiss.

“I love you, Har,” Harry said when he pulled away. Did he just say he loved me? Did he mean it? Maybe this is going to fast for me. I’m not sure if I am really ready to be this serious. A thousand questions are flowing through my head, but then one question stands out above the rest. Do I love him too? Harry is so nice to me. The media may portray him as a heartbreaker and womanizer, but he is so much more than that. I guess what I’m trying to say is that I am in love with Harry Styles, and ain’t no one going to take that away from me.

“I- I love you too Haz.”

I kiss him once again, then pull apart, “Better hurry up or Niall is going to eat all of the ice cream.”

♪3 months later♪
Harry’s POV
It’s a week until Christmas. Harmony is on Winter Break, and Simon is giving us one week before and after Christmas for vacation. In total, I have two weeks, just me and Harmony… and the guys.

“Har, how would you feel about coming home with me for Christmas?” I asked her as we eat our breakfast.

“I don’t know… Drew wanted me to come home for Christmas, but I haven’t decided yet. It’s going to be my first Christmas away from home.”

“Well, take your time to think. We have a week, and my mum and Jemma are dying to meet you.”

“What if I fly over early for Christmas with Drew and Talia, then I spend actual Christmas with your family?”

“That works. Would I be going with you to America?”

“Sure, Haz. Let me call Drew.”

Harmony’s POV
I excused myself to tell Drew my plan. He and Talia are okay with that because they are actually going up to see Talia’s parents on Christmas. They also said they were excited for Harry to come because they think, and I quote, “You guys are the cutest couple ever. I can’t wait to see your babies someday; they are going to be the cutest babies in the world!” That was kind of disturbing considering we are almost 4 months now and still haven’t had sex. That’s right; he’s waiting still.

We’re heading up to Cali on the 19th and returning on the 22nd. (A/N this story is set in 2012, because time flies fast. It will be summer of 2013 before you know it.) We’re going to Harry’s house on the 24th and then returning on the 26th that leaves us another week before I go back to school and he goes back to work. Man, I would be a great secretary; I keep track of all these dates in my head. Like that could ever happen.

♪December 20th♪
“Merry Early Christmas!” Drew says.

“Happy Jesus Day!” I said. I never liked calling holidays by their names. You’ll see as more holidays come along.

“Present time! Here, Har,” Talia hands me a box.

“Aw… guys you really didn’t have to.”

“Stop complaining and just open it.” I rip open the wrapping. How can I refuse something they bought? “You remembered!” I screamed pulling out an ugly Christmas sweater. Drew has made it a tradition to get me a new ugly Christmas sweater every year since I moved in. I’ve always loved seeing the new design.

“Just like always,” Drew said as I hugged him.

“This one is my favorite. It’s my favorite Christmas movie,” I said. http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=78862214

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♪December 22nd♪
I am so tired right now. We had to get up super early to catch a flight back to London at 1 in the morning. I never want to do that again, but knowing the boys and their weird band schedule things, I would have to.

Harry and I went straight to sleep when we got here. Since my flat was closer to the elevator, we crashed on my couch, me wrapped up in his arms. We were out like light bulbs as soon as we hit the leather.

♪December 23rd♪
I woke up to the smell of pancakes and bacon. I am literally drooling. I haven’t eaten anything since we had a mildly huge Christmas dinner in California on the 21st, aka the day everyone thought the world was going to end. What has our society come to, thinking the world is going to end? Get a life people! I should take my own advice sometime.

I walk to the kitchen like a zombie and see Harry in his boxers cooking breakfast. I walk up behind him and wrap my arms around his waist.

“Good morning, love.” He spins me around to give me a proper hug, and he kisses my forehead.

“Morning Haz. Breakfast smells good. Can I help you?”

“No,” he replies sternly.

“Why not?”

“Chef Harry is at work. Get out of my kitchen and sit your arse down over there,” he points at the chair.

“Fine.”

“Breakfast is served.” He sets two plates down and goes to the fridge to look for something. “Where is the syrup?”

“I don’t like syrup,” I say with a mouthful of pancake.

“Oh, right. I guess I can live without syrup just this once.”

“Hey, aren’t we doing presents with the guys and girls today?”

“Yeah, they should be coming over soon. We better hurry up or Niall will eat our breakfast.”

We scarf down our food in record time, perfect timing too, as they barge into my flat.

“Merry Christmas!” they shout.

“Happy Christmas Eve’s eve!” I shout back.

“We better hurry up, I’m flying over to see my family in about two hours. Let’s open presents!” Niall said.

After about an hour, Niall, Zayn, and Perrie all left. We had finished opening a majority of the presents, and there were only a few left. Louis handed me one from him and El. I was kind of scared to see what it was because Louis can be so unpredictable sometimes.

“101 Sexy Ways to Turn Someone On,” I read.

“What?” Harry asked. Louis and El got me a book on how to turn someone on… I love them.

“Aw… Thanks Lou, El, how thoughtful of you.” I went over and hugged them. Harry was looking at the book.

“Well, we need to get going guys. Merry Christmas!” Liam said, and he and Dani left.

Then, it was just Louis, El, Harry, and I. I grabbed the book from Harry’s hands. “Hey! No stealing my presents!”

“Really, Lou? Really?” he turned to look at him.

“Hey, it was El’s idea!” he pointed fingers.

“Was not! You were the one who saw it and begged me to get it.”

“True, but you didn’t say no.”

“Fine. Well, we best be leaving too. Bye Har. Bye Haz,” El said.

We all hugged goodbye, and then it was just me, Harry, and that book.

“Maybe we should try this book out.” I opened the book and started to read.

“You’re actually reading that thing. You don’t need a book to tell you what to do and what not to do. You do it fine already.”

“Are you saying I turn you on?”

“Maybe…”

I walk over and lean up to his ear. “How about now?” I whisper.

“You are such a tease,” he said. I start to kiss under his ear; I know most of his weak spots. We’ve just never gone all the way before. He pulls me away and smashes his lips to mine. Harry makes me get these feelings that I don’t want, but I get them anyway. They are feelings of nervousness yet excitement, and I just can’t get enough. I will never get sick of being with Harry. He is my everything. I love him. I feel like we’re one of those couples in the movies that are so cliché.

Our kiss quickly turns into a make out session, but this time I want more… I want him… no… I need him. I slowly pull up his shirt and break the kiss only for a minute as it goes over his head. He quickly does the same to mine and we continue to kiss. He picks me up and I wrap my legs around his fit waist as he carries me to my bed. He gently sets me down and I start to unbutton his pants and pull them off of him leaving him in only his boxers. He stops to look at me.

“Are you sure? I know that you’re still a virgin, and I just want this to perfect for your first time.”

“It will be perfect, Harry, as long as it’s with you. I want you,” I answer truthfully. I am completely sure about this.

He smiles and starts to kiss me again as he unzips my pants. Now we are both in just our undergarments. He starts to trail kisses down my stomach. He expertly unclasps my bra with one hand and swiftly takes it off as it joins the mess of clothed strewn across my floor. Then, he does the same with my underwear while still leaving little love bites scattered across my bare skin. This is the first time anyone has ever seen me completely naked, and I don’t feel one bit shy about my body. I’m not that skinny, but I know for a fact that Harry loves too much to care. He pulls off his boxers after getting a condom, and I soon feel his tip at my entrance.

He looks at me one last time for assurance, and I nod my head. He slowly enters me. At first it hurts a little because his dick is huge, but then it starts to feel better as he slowly pumps in and out of me.

“You’re so tight,” he whispers. I giggle.

“I’m not tight; you’re just huge.”

We spent the rest of the day making love to each other. It was pure ecstasy for me, and I couldn’t have imagined ever doing it if not with Harry.