Harry and I cuddled all night, and fell asleep in each other’s arms. I woke up, still entangled in Harry. He was already awake, watching T.V.
When he saw that I was awake, he leaned down, and placed a light kiss on my forehead.
“Morning angel.” He whispered.
“Morning.” I smiled.
Harry smiled down at me and kissed the tip of my nose.
“I want to spend another day in bed with you. I don’t have to go to the studio, so it’ll be no problem.” Harry said happily.
“Good, yesterday was fun.” I replied.
Harry kissed my cheek, and returned his attention to the T.V. I rested my head in between his arm and his side.
Just as I was about to fall back asleep, the doorbell rang.
“Will you go get that?” I whispered sleepily to Harry.
“Of course.” Harry answered kissing my lips lightly.
He slid out of bed, and nothing felt right. He had been gone for less than five seconds, and I already missed him. He left the spot where he was lying warm, and I couldn’t help but think that when he is on tour his spot in the bed will always be cold. I wanted him to come back, and snuggle with me.
“Alana!” Harry called from downstairs.
“Yeah?” I shouted back.
“You better get down here now.” Harry shouted.
I jumped out of bed and rushed downstairs.
“Wha-…” I groaned.
Standing in the doorway, was my dad and his boyfriend Derek. I walked to the door, and tried to slam it shut, but Harry grabbed my wrist before I could.
“Leave.” I said trying to keep calm.
“Alana, I am your father and you have to respect me.” My dad said.
“Oh yeah? Cause you respected mom and I. You know? Being gay the whole twenty plus years you were married. Cheating on her. Lying. That is all very respectable.” I spat at him.
“Maybe we should do this inside.” Harry said ushering my dad and Derek in.
We made our way to the couch in the living room. Harry say down, and motioned for my dad and Derek to sit as well.
They sat next to each other on the couch, where as I stood across the room. I wanted no part of my dad’s life any more. As far as I was concerned, he didn’t exist
“Lana, come sit.” Harry said, patting the seat next to him.
I walked over timidly, and sat down. I only did it, because I couldn’t stand being away from Harry.
“We need to talk.” My dad said.
“There is nothing to say.” I said.
“Maybe for you there isn’t, but I need to say something.” My dad replied, keeping his cool.
“What could you possibly need to say? Sorry? Well you are never forgiven.” I spat out coldly.
“Just listen Alana.” My dad said.
I sat quietly. Harry grabbed my hand, and gave it a light squeeze. I was glad he was here, or else I would have gone off on my dad, and kicked him out.
“You need to understand, that cheating on your mom was a mistake, I know that. I didn’t know when we got married, that I was gay. I didn’t know that I was gay when you were born. It was about six months ago when I realized it. I love your mom. I do, but more as a friend.” My dad said.
I shook my head, and let out and angry laugh. Harry held tightly onto my hand, trying to keep me calm.
“Do you know how much I have been through lately?” My dad asked.
I looked up and glared at him.
“How much you’ve been through? You? I lost my mother, who I truly love. My dad came out as gay. I almost lost my boyfriend. I had my vagina ripped open, I can’t have sex. I have no job. No friends. I only have Harry. Not saying that’s a bad thing, but when he leaves for tour I’m alone. I will have no one. You have been through absolutely nothing.” I said harshly.
“Well someone loves their pity party.” Derek mumbled.
“Excuse me?” I said viciously.
“You think you have it so hard. You hate your dad for being happy. You’re jealous of what he has.” Derek said.
“Really? I am not jealous of anal sex. I am not jealous of ugly people. I am not jealous of rude people. I am not jealous of conceded people. I am not jealous of arrogant people, and those qualities all lie in you, so I would say I am not jealous of you. I am not jealous of your relationship, because mine is perfect. I want nothing more than what Harry gives me.” I said.
“He is using you for sex. You think that an eighteen year old boy wants a long term relationship? No. he wants to stick his boner in you and be pleasured.” Derek laughed.
“With all due respect Derek, I love Alana more than anything in the world, and would never use her for her body.” Harry said politely.
I for one don’t know how he stays so calm.
“Sure. That’s the line you use to make her think you love her, so she pleases you.” Derek mocked.
“You can believe whatever you want, but I know how I feel.” Harry said.
I loved how he didn’t even try to prove himself to Derek. He knew he was right, and he knew that Derek would never see past his own nose.
“You can leave whenever you want. Seeing as you aren’t welcome here sooner is preferred over later.” I said in my fakest sweet voice I could muster up.
“Alana, this wasn’t made to be an argument.” My dad stated.
“Well then don’t bring your little rat next time.” I said.
“Don’t talk to him like that.” My dad replied.
“Ha. Really? He just totally trashed mine and Harry’s character, and it wasn’t a problem. I’m your daughter, and you couldn’t care less about me. I want you and that out of our house now.” I said pointing at the door.
“Alana-…” my dad said.
“No. Leave now.” I cut him off.
I stood up and led them out of the house. They left silently, and I locked the door behind them. I walked back into the living room, where Harry was sitting on the couch with his head in his hands.
I slowly walked over to him, and sat on the floor by his legs.
“You okay?” I whispered, grabbing his arm.
“I don’t like the way they treated you.” Harry said about Derek and my dad.
“I’m okay.” I said softly.
“You don’t deserve that.” Harry mumbled.
“Harry please, I’m okay.” I said quietly.
“You know I love you right?” Harry said.
“Of course. I love you too.” I answered.
“I’m not just using you for sex Alana. I would rather be with you forever and never have sex again, than lose you to someone who only wanted sex. I love you for you, not because I like to have sex with you.” Harry said.
“I know Harry. You don’t have to convince me. You don’t have to convince anyone. We know that we love each other, and that’s all that matters okay?” I said running my fingers through his hair.
Harry picked me up, and placed me in his lap. He nestled his face into my neck, and wrapped his arms around my waist. I placed my head on his shoulder, and wrapped my arms around his neck.
I rubbed his back lightly with my finger nails, and placed soft kisses along his shoulder, up his neck. Harry took my hands, into his warm hands, and squeezed them gently.
“I love you so much Alana.” Harry said looking into my eyes.
“I love you too baby.” I said.
Harry pulled me into a tight hug. I burrowed my face into him.
“Can we go back to bed now?” I asked.
“Yeah.” Harry answered happily.
He picked me up bridal style, and carried me up to bed. He laid me down on the bed, and crawled on top of me. He kissed up my arm, and reached my mouth. I had goose bumps covering my body. Harry always did this to me. He could make me instantly nervous or excited just by one touch, one look even. I arched my back, trying to create more friction between us.
“Are the stitches gone yet?” Harry mumbled, kissing my neck.
“I haven’t looked.” I smiled.
“I’ll check it out.” Harry winked.
“No. I will. I want to surprise you. if I come back and kiss you they’re gone. If I come back and just lie down they aren’t gone.” I said.
Harry nodded, and I skipped off to the bathroom. I went in and pulled out a hand held mirror. I looked to see if my stitches were gone, and they were. They dissolved. I hurriedly put the mirror away, and ran back into the bathroom, jumping into Harry’s arms, and forcing my tongue in his mouth.
He wrapped his hands in my hair, and pulled me so close to him, deepening this kiss as much as he could.
“The doctor said it would hurt, but I’ll go easy I promise.” Harry said.
I nodded at him nervously.
“If you ever want to stop just say so. If it hurts, just tell me, and we can stop and wait.” Harry said.
“Okay.” I whispered.
“I love you Alana, I don’t want to hurt you.” Harry said.
“I’m going to be okay Harry.” I said, brushing his hair out of his eyes.
“I know. I just want to make sure you know that you can stop.” Harry said.
“Thank you.” I whispered.
Harry grazed his lips on mine, and swiped his tongue on my bottom lip asking for entrance which I freely granted.
His hand slid up my shirt, and reached my bra. My breath hitched in my throat. This was it.