I woke, still entangled in Harry. His head was resting on my shoulder, and I rubbed his hair. He slowly started to wake up.
“Morning baby.” He said.
“Hi.” I said.
Harry leaned up and kissed my cheek. I smiled at him.
“Are you okay?” I asked him.
“Better.” He smiled, sitting up.
“Good, I hate seeing you all depressed.” I said.
He wrapped his arms around me, and pulled me into his chest. My eyes welled up with tears, but I blinked them away before Harry could notice. I loved him so much, and it was killing me inside, not telling him.
“I’m taking you golfing today.” He said.
“That’s not a good idea. Have you seen my dancing? Well my golfing is like that bad times one hundred.” I laughed.
“I’ll teach you.” Harry said.
I nodded, and giggled, as Harry got up to fix breakfast. I sat in bed, and pulled out my phone. I had three missed calls from Timmy. I decided to call him back.
“Hey.” He said.
“Did you call?” I asked.
“Yeah, I’m sorry about how I was acting the other day, I just really like you, and was sort of jealous on how close you and Harry were.” He said.
“Yeah, well it’s cool.” I said.
“So can we get back together?” he asked.
“No, I don’t think that’s a good idea. I sort of moved on.” I said.
“You’re with someone else?” he asked.
“No, but I’m into someone else, and I just don’t want to be with you anymore. You don’t trust me, you suffocate me to the point where I can have no social life other than you, and things just don’t flow with us. We can be friends, but that’s all at this point.” I said.
“Alright, well I’m always here for you.” Timmy said hanging up.
I put my phone down and walked out to the kitchen, where Harry was making breakfast.
“Who was that on the phone?” Harry asked.
“Timmy, he wants to get back together.” I said.
“Oh, well are you going to?” he asked.
“No, I’m so over that.” I said.
“Good, you deserve better than him.” Harry said.
“Thanks.” I smiled happily.
Harry kissed me on the forehead, and then we ate. When we were eating, Harry told me more about the tour, and how life on the rode was.
After we ate we got dressed to go golfing. The thing about Harry and I was that we were so comfortable with each other. We got dressed in the same room, and he could use the toilet as I brushed my teeth. It made getting ready a million time faster as well.
We headed to the car, and arrived at the golf course shortly after.
“Are you ready for this?” Harry said when we got to the first hole.
“You are such a show off.” I said laughing.
Harry continued to crush me at every hole. I hit him a few times with the golf club, and once when I swung, I let the club go and it hit an old man.
“Alright, this is how it’s done.” Harry said.
He wrapped his arms around me, and tried to lead me. I actually hit the ball for once.
“I did it!” I screamed.
I flung my arms around Harry’s neck, and did a happy dance. Harry laughed at me.
“I have never done that before, don’t laugh.” I said.
“Now let’s see you do it on your own.” Harry said.
“No, that’ll ruin my streak.” I said.
“You’re streak of what?” Harry laughed.
I stuck my tongue out at him, and we continued on. Every hole, Harry led my arms, so I could hit the ball. We got to the last whole, and Harry hit for himself.
Then it was my turn.
“Harry help me.” I whined.
“No, I wanna see you do it.” He smiled.
“I can’t do it without you.” I said, give him puppy eyes.
He laughed.
“Please Harry, please, please, please help me.” I begged.
“Alright, alright. Come here.” Harry said.
He wrapped his arms around me, and led my arms. We swung the club, and hit the ball. Something was different this time though. After we swung, Harry didn’t let go, he kept holding me.
I turned, and our faces were inches apart. I could feel his heart beating against me, and I could feel his warm breath tickle my face. It was a perfect moment.
Harry let go of his hands on the club, and I dropped it. He grabbed my waist, and turned me to face him, our faces still inches apart. Harry’s big strong arms were wrapped around me.
He leaned in, so our lips were nearly touching. The rest was on me. If I leaned in we would kiss. I wanted to kiss him so badly, but what if this was a spur of the moment thing? What if he didn’t mean it? What if to him it meant nothing, and I would only be giving myself false hope that someday we could be together?
But what if it wasn’t? What if he truly did love me? What if this could change everything for the better? I needed to take a chance.
I stood up on my tip toes, and let my lips graze his softly. He grabbed the back of my neck to deepen the kiss, and his lips crashed onto mine, with so much passion and love. He cupped my face in his hand, and I allowed his tongue into my mouth. As we kissed nothing was awkward, it was like we had done it a million times before. Our lips moved in perfect unison, and we kissed for a little while.
When we finally pulled away, Harry looked me deep in the eyes. I covered my mouth.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.” Harry said.
“No, you should have.” I smiled.
Harry smiled at me. This was awkward; we didn’t know what to do now.
“We should go.” Harry said.
“Yeah.” I agreed.
We got in the golf cart, and Harry drove back to the car. We got in the car, and drove home in silence. Should I talk first, or wait for him to say something? We had to live together; we couldn’t be walking on egg shells all the time.
We arrived home, and I rushed inside, Harry came in shortly after, but went straight to the bathroom to take a shower.
“I’m going to the club tonight with the boys, I shouldn’t be out to late, but just letting you know.” Harry said.
“Alright see you later.” I said.
Harry came over, and gave me a quick peck on the lips before he left.
“Bye Lana.” Harry said.
“Bye.” I said, locking the door behind him.
When he left, I flopped onto the couch. What had happened today? I had kissed my best friend, and he liked it. Did he feel the same way? We needed to talk about it, but I didn’t know what to say. What if it really was a big misunderstanding? But, if couldn’t have been right? I mean he just kissed me goodbye. But, he was going clubbing tonight. What if he found a hotter, better girl than me? I mean I was average Alana, nothing special here.
I turned on the T.V. I needed to get my mind of off things, and stop stressing out. I called Niall.
“Hey.” He said.
“Hi, are you going out with the guys tonight?” I asked.
“No I have late night recording.” Niall said.
“Oh, well can I talk to you about something?” I said.
“Yeah of course. What’s on your mind?” he asked.
“Harry and I kissed. Like not just a small kiss, like a kiss with like tongue, and yeah, and then before he left tonight, he pecked my lips.” I said.
“Well it took him long enough.” Niall laughed.
“What do you mean?” I said.
“He’s been in love with you for like ever, mostly since we got home. All tour, he wouldn’t shut up about you. It’s quite adorable actually.” Niall laughed.
“He is?” I said shocked.
“Yeah, why do you not feel the same? The way I see it, you feel the same. You guys are all over each other.” Niall said.
“No, I do like him, a lot; I just didn’t know he was into me.” I said.
“He said the same about you. You need to tell him you love him. IF he makes the first move, then go with it. Don’t hurt him.” Niall said.
“I would never hurt him.” I said.
“Good, talk to him.” Niall said.
“I was planning on it. But question?” I said.
“Yeah?” he answered.
“Why did you kiss me if you knew that Harry likes me?” I said.
“I thought that he would say something then and there, or once we left, but he didn’t until now I guess.” Niall answered.
“He was really upset last night.” I said.
“And you didn’t take that as a hint?” Niall laughed.
“Not really.” I laughed.
“Well I must be leaving to go record, keep me updated.” Niall said.
“Bye.” I said hanging up.
I snuggled up with a pillow on the couch, and watched movies. I watched as the hours ticked by, and Harry still hadn’t come home by two in the morning.
My eyelids were so heavy, and I fell asleep on the couch. A few hours later, at four in the morning, Harry came in.
“Lana, wake up.” Harry said.
He didn’t smell like alcohol, maybe he didn’t have much to drink.
“Mmmmm.” I groaned.
“Wake up, come on let’s go to bed.” Harry said.
“Carry me.” I said.
Harry smiled, and lifted me off the couch, and carried me into bed.
“You didn’t drink?” I asked.
“Nah.” Harry said lying me down in the bed, and putting the blanket over me.
“How many hotties did you dance with and kiss?” I asked jokingly.
“None, there was only one hottie on my mind, and she didn’t feel like coming out.” Harry said.
“Oh.” I said smiling to myself.
Harry changed for bed, and crawled in next to me.
“Hold me.” I said.
“Come here.” Harry answered opening his arms.
I scooted next to him, and snuggled myself into him.
“I love you baby.” Harry said.
“I love you too.” I answered.
Harry leaned down, and placed a sweet kiss on my lips. We weren’t dating…were we?