Five weeks. It has been five weeks since the first day of school. It’s September 28th, to be exact. It’s hard to believe how fast time has gone by. Normally the school year seems to drag on forever, but now that I have Harry; everything has changed.

I no longer have to worry about being alone at school because we have every class together. I have someone to eat with at lunch. Someone to pair up with when we have to do get into a group. I even have someone to hang out with every single day after school.
I have never been happier.

“Wait, did you say that your mother is having that dinner party thing with some people from work at your house, tomorrow night?” Harry asked as he flipped through the math book that is set in front of him on my bed. “Yeah, why?” I reply as I flip the pages back the other way. We’re doing homework. I have my own book, but we’re sharing.

“Because tomorrow night is also when my family is going away to go to one of my brothers games. That means we can hang out at my house. I mean, we could have anyway, but now they won’t be there to bother us.” I smiled and gave him a quick kiss. “That’s great, because I love your house.”

Harry looked at me in disbelief. “Really? My house is so small.” I’ve been trying to concentrate on working and talking, but it’s not working very well. It never does, actually. I guess that’s the downside of having a boyfriend.

It’s totally worth it.

“So what if your house isn’t that big? It’s so cute.” I said while actually writing out a problem. Harry was silent for a moment before saying, “I hate math.” I laughed before replying, “I can tell. You haven’t written down a single problem.” He then glanced over at my paper; I had three problems done.

“Sorry, babe. I’ll start helping you.” he said as he grabbed his pencil for the first time. “Thanks.” I tell him before his kisses me. In between a few more kisses, talking, and working, we got done just in time.

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The wind blew violently against me and I had to hold onto my hat to keep it from blowing away. Plus my scarf kept blowing in my face. Despite wearing jeans, a jumper, and an undershirt, it was still freezing. Sure, I was wearing floral oxford shoes instead of boots, but they are so cute!

By the time the bus came, I was beyond relieved. Especially when I looked up at the sky and saw a few rain drops. As soon as I sat down next to Harry, I intertwined my arm with his. “Are you a bit cold?” he asked as he stroked my free arm. I was shaking a bit. “Just a little.” I replied.

I glance back only a moment to look at Amanda. Despite the weather, she is sitting perfectly along with looking it as well. She is looking down at her phone; probably texting. Riley is sitting next to her and talking to some other guys sitting near him.

Amanda doesn’t bother me or Harry as much as she use to. There is still the occasional rude remark here and there, but it doesn’t really bother us. We just brush it off. Besides, I am actually starting to find it quite sad. Someone that feels the need to be so rude to people must be hiding so much deep inside.

The day went by fast and before I knew it Harry and I were back on the bus. I told him that I would have to run by my house to get my bag that I packed last night. I would also let my mother know where I was going. I don’t know why I even bother telling her. It’s not like she cares. Maybe I keep doing just to pretend like she does…make myself feel better or something…

I quickly shove those thoughts out as the bus stops and it’s time to get out. On my way down the aisle, someone trips me with their foot, causing me to almost fall on the floor. The only reason I didn’t was because I fell onto Harry. I turn around, and to no surprise see Amanda with her foot in the middle of the aisle.

I give her a glare as she begins to laugh. I almost say something, but it’s not worth it. She is not worth it.

I tell Harry to wait outside, and I make my way up to my bedroom. I grab the prepacked bag lying by the door then go downstairs to find my mother. I find her on the phone talking to some caterers. For tonight, I would imagine.

I have to wait a bit, so as soon as she is off the phone I begin talking. I don’t even give her the chance to speak first. “Since you’re having that dinner thing here tonight, I’m going to hang out at Harry’s tonight.” and with that, I walk away. I just want to leave. I don’t even feel like talking to her. “Come back here, Megan.”

So freaking close.

I turn around on my heels to face her, but don’t walk back. “Yes?” I reply. She walks up to me as she says, “Do not go assuming that I will allow you to hang out at his house.” You have got to be kidding me. She wants me to be social, and this is the kind of attitude I get? “Can I, mother?” I ask trying to sound polite. It does not work very well.

She thinks for a moment before saying, “I guess so.” As soon as the words are out of her mouth I am heading for the door once more. “And Megan…” she begins. I stop once more and look at her.

“You really should get some more friends. It’s not good to just stick around one person all of the time.” I must have given her a death look, because before I could say anything, she said, “Don’t look at me like that. And trust me, Megan.” she says right as the phone rings.

I then make my third attempt at leaving. Luckily this time it worked.

“I’m fine. Really I am.” Harry says as I approach him. “I am so sorry!” I say as I hold him close to me. “I didn’t think it would take that long.” He gives me a smile. “It’s fine. Let’s just get in the car.”

I can’t help but giggle under my breath when we walk into his living room and set my bag down next to the couch. The last time I was here, everything was neat and organized. This time, not so much. “So, you can tell a difference, huh?” Harry asks with a smile. I obviously didn’t hide my laughter very well.

“Just a little.” I tell him before adding, “Not that I care, or anything.” He walks over to me and brings me close to him. He looks into my eyes a moment before kissing me. “What was that for?” I ask with a smile. “Just because.” he replied. “Now, let’s eat!”

As we walked to the kitchen, it suddenly it me. Does his family even know that I’m here? When I ask him, his eyes immediately become bigger. He looks like a little kid that just got caught doing something bad. “Umm…well…” he begins to say.

“Harry…” I say in a tone a parent would in response to the look he is giving me. “How could you not tell them?” I ask more serious this time. I’m not really mad, it’s just…I don’t get it. “I’m sorry. I was just scared that would have said no.”

“Why would they say no? They let us hang out at my house all by ourselves all of the time. I mean seriously, you practically live there.” He immediately looks down and runs his fingers through his hair. “Yeah…about that. The kind of, sort of, think that your mom is around when I am over there.”

I stare at him blankly. I’m not really mad about him telling them that, I just wish he had told me. “Well, thanks for telling me that now. It wouldn’t have been very good if I had let something slip about my mom never being around.”

“I didn’t think about that…I’m sorry, Megan. I shouldn’t have kept that from you.” he says as he wraps his arms around me. “We should never keep anything from each other.” We kiss once more before finally ordering some pizza.

After that, I grab my bag and head for the bathroom to change. I brought some comfortable pajama like sweats and a t shirt. I also put on some warm fuzzy socks. I put the clothes I just took off back in the back before taking out a DVD. I then put on some deodorant, use the restroom, and check my make up.

When I come out of the bathroom, I see that Harry has changed as well. He has on some sweats and a band t-shirt. And socks, obviously. “Nice socks.” he tells me. “Thanks.” I reply with a laugh.

We then start watching the movie while waiting on the pizza (Titanic; it’s both mine and Harry’s favorite move. How awesome is that?) Jack had just exclaimed, “I’m the king of the world!” when the pizza guy rang the door bell. I paused the movie and went into the kitchen to fix our drinks and get plates while Harry went to get the pizza.

By the time we got through eating and watching the movie, it was almost 7:30. “That movie gets me every time.” Harry says dramatically as he pretends to wipe away tears. I, on the other hand, am wiping away actual tears. “Shut up!” I tell him the second he looks at me. “I didn’t say anything!”

We are sitting on the couch, and I am wrapped up close to him in a blanket. My head had been leaning on his chest. That is, before I sat up more to wipe my eyes. Once I am done, I look to see that Harry actually had been crying real tears. “Aww, babe!” I say as soon as I realize it.

He immediately rolls his eyes. I pull him towards me and hug him tightly. He responds with a tight grip as well. I kiss his cheek as we separate, and I swear I saw him blush.

“What do you want to do now?” he asks. I think for a moment before I begin to smile at the idea I just had. “Stay right here. I’ll be right back.” As I stand to my feet and make my way to the hall, Harry begins to protest. “Megan, where are you…don’t go in my room.” Out of fear he’ll stop me, I start to run.

Not a good choice.

Harry is soon behind me after running as well. He lifts me off the ground from behind me and turns me around to where he is closer to his room than I am. “Just let me go in there for a second.” I tell him as I try to figure out how to get past him.

“No! My room is a complete mess.” he says. I roll my eyes. “I already told you I don’t care. Just let me…” I say as I try to go past him. I fail, though. He sticks his hand out and leans on the wall; causing his arm to block me. “Just let me clean it up a bit first.”

It makes sense. I could let him do that. But this is more fun. “Megan…” he says with an adorable crooked smile. I guess he can tell that I am not going to listen to him. I try to quickly go around him on the other side, but that arm quickly wraps around me. He is now holding me and tickling me ridiculously.

Once I can not take it anymore, I say between laughter, “Alright! Alright! You win!” when he stops, he tells me, “Thank you.” with a smirk on his face. I playfully slap his arm. “Now, please go into the living room and wait until I tell you to come in here.” I don’t argue, and head towards the living room.

I don’t go there yet, though. I hide around the corner and wait until he goes in his room. Once he does, I carefully and quietly venture back further down the hall; just enough to get a peak at his room. As soon as I do, I actually go back to the living room; completely undetected. Now who is the winner?

I wait a few minutes until I am allowed in the room. He laughs as I walk to the corner of his tiny room and grabs the guitar. “I knew you wanted to get that.” he says. “You know me so well.” I reply. “Now, sing.” I command as I hand it to him. He takes it from me while slowly shaking his head.

“I’ll play it, but I am not singing.” I pouted. “Oh no, that is not going to work.” he tells me. I know he is right. It’s never worked before. “Are you ever going to sing for me?” I ask honestly curious of his answer. I am seriously dying to hear him sing. I bet he is an amazing singer.

He thinks a moment before replying, “Hmm…maybe.” Oh well, good enough. So he plays me some songs. Some are well known, some are ones that he’s written but don’t have lyrics. A few he says do have lyrics, but he refuses to sing.

After that, Harry and I play some one of the “Just Dance” games on the Wii. I felt bad for laughing, but I seriously couldn’t help it. “Shut up!” he said between laughter. I was sitting on the couch watching him. “I sure hope you sing better than you dance.” I say between laughter as well.

At that remark, he swiftly turns around and gives me a pretend death glare; causing me to laugh even more. Then before I know it, Harry has me pinned against the couch and is tickling me. Just when I think that I couldn’t possibly laugh anymore (my stomach was killing me) both of our laughter ends abruptly when Harry begins to kiss me.

I’m still pinned against the couch, so Harry is almost on top of me. Not completely, though. Half of the weight of his body is against the half of him that is propped on the couch.

My head begins to spin and I wonder if it’s from all the laughing or from how Harry is kissing me. Probably a little of both. I’ve only been kissed by him, so I’m not very good at describing our kisses, but I would definitely say this one was very…passionate?

Yes; definitely passionate.

I begin to try to truly take everything in. The warmth of his body pressed slightly against mine. His hand perfectly cupped around my face. His soft lips, and the warmth I feel in between short breaks for air. How it feels to run my fingers through his curly hair.

Once we separate after our kiss is over, both of us are breathing heavier than normal. Not like the breathing you do after running, but pretty close.

We look into each others eyes a moment before Harry leans towards me again and gently rests his forehead against mine while closing his eyes. “Megan.” he says. It brings shivers down my spine.

“Yes?” I reply. I wait just a moment longer before Harry backs up to where we can look at each other. “Am I a better kisser than a dancer?” he asks with a smirk. “Most definitely.” I reply before giving him a peck on the cheek.

Next we decide to stay in the living room and watch television; “Friends” specifically. We watch two episodes before finally looking at the time for the first time in hours. “What the - it’s 10:00?” Harry exclaimed in shock. I was shocked too. How could it be that late? I guess time goes by really fast when you are with someone that you -

Anyway, I really don’t want to go. But it’s not like I can stay forever. “What time do you have to go back home?” Harry asks, obviously bummed. “I don’t really have a curfew. I could literally be gone all night and my mom wouldn’t notice. Or care even if she did. Especially since that dinner thing is tonight.” I said with a laugh.

I was kidding, of course. Not about not getting in trouble; that was true. But about what I was implying. But when I looked up at Harry, he was smiling as though he had come up with a plan.

“You know my family won’t be home until Monday afternoon; right?”

I immediately looked at him suspiciously. “Harry…are you trying to say that…”

“That you could stay all night? Yes. That is exactly what I am implying.” He begins to smile from ear to ear, but quickly becomes serious. “Only if you want to, of course. If you don’t want to, I completely understand. I won’t be a jerk and get mad at you are something, because that would be really stu-“

“Yes.” I tell him. “What?” he asks. “Yes, I will stay with you for the night.” That brings his smile back. I can’t resist bringing him in for a hug. “You’re the best, you know that?” Harry asks, talking directly in my ear. “So are you.” I reply.

We watch two more episodes of “Friends” before deciding to go back to Harry’s room. I sit Indian style at the end of the bed and he does the same right next to me. “It’s a good thing I brought these close.” I say as I gesture to what I am wearing. He nods his head in agreement, but he’s looking at the wall. He seems zoned out; like he is deep in thought.

“Are you alright, babe?” I ask as I loop my arm through his. “Yeah. I’m fine.” he says turning to look at me. He smiling, and adds, “Actually, I am better than fine. Everything is perfect.” I can’t help but blush.

“I can’t believe it’s going to be October when we go back to school Monday.” Harry says suddenly. “Me neither.” I say. I want to change the subject. I don’t want to think about time going by fast. Not right now. Right now, I just want time to freeze.

We look at each other in silence for a moment before Harry says, “Wait right here.” He gets up and leaves the room. He’s back in a matter of seconds with his phone. He sits down and does some stuff on his phone before raising it up and directing it at me. “Smile!”

I do, but not very big. I hate taking pictures. I mean, I do, but…I’m very picky when taking them. I end up deleting a lot that I take. “Come on, love. Smile! For me?” He says with a puppy dog face. Very good idea; because it worked. “See, look at this picture! Absolutely beautiful.” he tells me as he shows me the picture. It’s not the worst picture, but definitely not the best.

“Thanks.” I reply. I look away because I start to blush, but I am suddenly looking right at Harry once more when he gently brings me back towards him by cupping his hand around my face. “I mean it, Megan. You. Are. Beautiful. Your hair, eyes, lips, nose…everything. But you’re not just beautiful on the outside; you’re beautiful on the inside as well. I know that may sound corny, but…but it’s true. It’s really true, Megan. I just wish that you could see yourself the way that I see you.”

My stomach went from having butterflies, to feeling like I was completely warm on the inside. My heart felt like it was going to burst. My eyes that had begun to water around the the middle of what Harry said, could no longer be contained. A few tears slowly but steadily begins to stream down my face.

Normally I would care. Normally I would not want him to see me this way. Normally I would never want anyone to see me so vulnerable and open. Then again, normally I would be at home right now, all by myself, listening to music and being depressed. I guess I threw normal out of the window a while ago now.

I have never made a wiser decision.

At the sight of my tears, Harry brings me in towards him. He has his arms tightly wrapped around me and has his face buried into my neck. We stay like this for a good while. Once we do separate, though; Harry says, “Megan.”

“Yes?” I replied just like earlier. “How are we both going to sleep on this bed?” he asks. I look at the bed we are sitting on and begin wonder the same thing. Then it hit me.

We are going to sleep in the same bed.

“I mean, we don’t have to sleep in the same bed if you don’t want to.” Harry says; probably at the sight of me blushing. “You could sleep in my brothers room. Actually…that’s kind of weird. You could sleep here, and I can sleep in my brothers room.”

“Or we could sleep in the same bed.” I tell him. “Are you sure? I mean, if you don’t mind sleeping in such a small bed, then ok.” I begin to smile as I reply, “I guess we’ll just have to be really close to each other to make room.” He smiles back. He also blushes.

I go to use the restroom while Harry refreshes our drinks. We stay up just a bit more and talk. After about thirty minutes, I begin to feel sleepy. I think Harry is too. He goes to use the restroom and I am left to look around at his room.

I pick up the guitar that is now back to it’s corner. I hold it like I’ve seen Harry do and strum a little. I have no idea how to play, so it doesn’t even sound like music. “Amazing! Absolutely brilliant! Bravo!” Harry exclaims as he claps his hands.

“Thank you very much.” I say as I give a little bow. “I would love to teach you how to play, sometime.” he says as I set the guitar back down. “And I would love that.” I reply.

“Now…how to do this…” Harry says examining the bed. “Would you rather risk the chance of getting smooshed against the wall, or falling off of the bed?” he asks. I consider the options a moment before answering. “I’ll go with the chance of being smooshed. I really don’t want to fall. Besides, I can always wake you up and tell you to move a bit.” I say with a smile.

“Alright, works for me.” he says before gesturing towards the bed, “You get in first then.” I get in the bed and get as close to the wall as possible. There is not much room left for Harry, but I think it will work. He slides in next to me, and we are immediate pressed close to each other.

“Hi.” Harry says holding out the “i” longer than necessary. “Hello.” I reply. “This is going to be interesting.” he says with a laugh. “Maybe if I turn this way.” I say as I do exactly that. I am now facing the wall, and my back is towards Harry.

He then pulls me closer to him, (Not much. We’re already super close) and wraps his arm around me. “Are you comfortable?” he asks. I reply with, “I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else in the entire world.” He then leans forward a bit and kisses my cheek. “I couldn’t agree more, love.”

“Why did you guys come to London this year?” he asks. I find it kind of strange and really random. “I don’t know.” I reply honestly. “I never know why we go to the places we go when we go. Like I said, my mom helps get the business started and all kinds of stuff like that. She doesn’t choose where to go. Her boss just tells her where to go, and we do. No rhyme or reason as far as I know.” I add before asking, “Why?”

“I just think it’s pretty cool that you guys came here now. You know, because to met me. Like…you could have come two years from now and not have met me. You could have even come here this year and gone to a different school and not meet me.” he tells me.

“It’s funny how things work like that, huh? So many different possible life paths that are based upon such seemingly tiny events in life. You never know when you’ve made this best or worst decision of your life. I bet there are times when we’ve made the smallest decision that ended up changing the course of events after that and we never even traced it back to that point in time.” I reply.

“True.” Harry says before adding, “But I also think that some things happen for a reason. Like us meeting.”

“You know what? I think you are right.” I reply.

A smile immediately spreads across my face. We were meant to meet. We were meant to be.

We are meant to be.

It was fate.

I love the thought of that; of us being meant to be together. I would love nothing more.

I would love nothing more.

The thought begins to scare me. I am attached. I am way too attached. I should not have let this happen. How did I let this happen? It is too late. There is no turning back.

I try to force the negative thoughts away by taking in the moment again. The warmth from the bed and Harry’s body is beginning to make me very sleepy. I find the rising and falling of his chest with each breath he takes very comforting. I have my arm wrapped around his arm that’s around my waist. Soon, our hands find each other and our fingers are intertwined. Our hands fit together so perfectly; it furthers my believing that we really are meant to be.

We have been laying here is silence for not that long, but long enough for me to now notice. That is, until I hear rain begin to fall onto the roof. It’s not too loud, or too quiet. It’s perfect; just like tonight.

I did not think that Harry was asleep, but when he spoke, it shocked me. Not because he talked, but because of what he said.

“I love you, Megan.”

The atmosphere in the room immediately changed, and I felt warm inside. I expected my heart to beat fast, but instead, it was…calm. My heart felt calm. I felt calm. And if my heart could speak, it would have said, “This feels right.”

“I love you, Harry” I reply.

I roll back over to where I am facing him. He has a serious look on his face; as did I. Not that I looked at him long. He held my face with his hand and began to kiss me. It was passionate like last time; just not the same kind of passionate. It was slow, and every movement felt as though we were saying, “I love you. I never want to leave you. I want to stay in this moment forever. Please, never leave me.” At least that is what I felt.

Silently, after the kiss, I stayed in the same position and buried my face in his chest. He wrapped his arms around me once more, and I was again greeted by his warmth and heartbeat. Then, before I even knew it, I was asleep in absolute perfect bliss.