Harry's P.O.V.

As I pick up the last bit of my scattered clothing laying around the house, I decide to make a pot of coffee since I know it's Emma's favourite. I've been spending the majority of my day cleaning up the shit that's been laying around, knowing that I have Emma coming over tonight. Normally I wouldn't care about the mess, but my nerves are driving me fucking crazy and I need something to help distract me. I'm going insane rehearsing the lines that I'm dreading to speak aloud in just a couple of hours. I have no idea how Emma's going to react, as much as I'm hoping she'll just shrug it off since it happened years ago, I have a feeling it's not going to be that easy. The two of us haven't fought as much as we used to and it's making me mental knowing that our good progress will just be ripped apart. It's times like this where I wish I still had my sister around, as odd as it may have been to inform her about my sex life, it would have been nice to get some kind of advice, especially coming from a female, but I guess Niall will have to do.

He's right, I've just got to tell her the truth, then everything will be okay. I repeat those words over and over in my head as I clean up the remainder of my house.


Emma's P.O.V

Christmas flew by, and normally with it being my most favourite time of the year you would think that I would be upset it was over, but surprisingly I'm the opposite. Although there's still a few more days until the New Year is to come, I truthfully just want to go back to school already. I'm fed up with being at home and I'm done with the holidays. As much as I personally dislike school and early classes, I'd rather be back there as soon as possible.

It's ten past seven in the evening and I know that I should be making my way over to Harry's about now, but I just don't have the strength. I was so excited earlier knowing that I'll be seeing him tonight, but my happiness soon drained into exhaustion. Abbey's leaving for her get away trip tonight and I'm sure that's a part of the reason as to why my mood is so down. I am still a bit excited to finally give Harry his gift, but I can't help but feel like something's off. It seemed as if he avoided the subject of his mother when I brought it up in text earlier, but maybe it's just something he's waiting to talk about in person.

The text tone of my phone finally forces me to get up from the couch. I make my way up the stairs to get my overnight bag from my bedroom, curiosity running through my body as I wonder who would be texting me at this odd hour. My assumptions are correct once I see it's a text from Harry, asking me when I'll be over. I slide my phone into the back pocket of my jeans, choosing to ignore it since I'll be on my way any second. I carefully throw my bag over my shoulder and turn off my light, before making my way back downstairs. As I close my bedroom door behind me, I can't help but glance at the dull light shining through the bottom of my sisters door. I feel a sad smile make it's way to my lips as I think of all our memories together. I'm normally not a big sap but I truthfully am pretty upset that our visit with each other cut so short. My sister and I were never always this close, we have our days where we can't stand each other but we also have our days where one of us will randomly knock on the others door and awkwardly ask to hang out. I can't stop my smile from growing when I think back to the time we took shots of tequila while playing Nintendo 64. That was the same night that we had messaged our father after finding him on Facebook. I cringe at the thought and quickly shake my head before stepping down the remaining stairs. I should probably say a quick goodbye to her but I don't have the heart to keep Harry waiting any longer.

Before pulling out of the driveway, I decide on sending a quick text to Harry to let him know that I'm on my way. I feel a smile start to form on my lips as I glance at the wrapped gift sitting in the seat beside me. Maybe it was the cold breeze waking me up, or the fact that I have finally left my suffocating house, or maybe it's because I'm about to see the one boy who tends to make my hurt flutter, but I can feel my mood gradually begin to rise.

As I hit a red light, I find myself glancing at an elderly couple who are crossing the street. I feel my smile widen as I catch sight of the two, who still seem to look at each other with the warmest of smiles, although it is absolutely freezing outside. I have always had a soft spot for elderly people, it's gotten to the point where friends of mine used to tease me, telling me that I am going to marry an old man one day. Of course I don't see them in that kind of way, at all, it's just nice to chat with them every once in a while because it's lovely to see the way they look at life. I absolutely love hearing their old stories, although they tend to repeat themselves and go on and on for ages.

I smile to myself and hit the pedal as soon as the light turns green, more eager to see Harry now. When I think of Harry and I, it absolutely mind blows me to picture us as a couple. We have so many differences and so little similarities, but I wouldn't want to be with anybody else in the entire world. I find myself lucky, too lucky that I'm the one who has his heart, although he doesn't agree with me. He finds himself lucky to be with me when in reality he has no idea how amazing he truly is. He shrugs off every compliment he ever receives and always tends to underestimate himself. I know that he doesn't feel worthy at times and I try my hardest to change that every single day I'm with him. He needs to realize how appreciative I am of him, and how much I, and many others, truly care for him. It seems as if everybody sees him as some bad boy, when in reality he's probably the biggest loser I have ever met. When I first laid my eyes on him, I had predicted he was one of those typical good looking high school guys. I assumed with his looks, he must have been aware that he was indeed attractive, and could probably get with absolutely anybody if he wanted. But as I grew to actually know him, I was proved that he was the exact opposite of what I imagined. He was the most humble and selfless guy I've ever known and he didn't even have the slightest clue of it. You wouldn't imagine him being the type that cared about what others thought, but I've learnt that he's probably more sensitive than I am, although I don't blame him. In his full 19 years, he's been through a lot more than most people his age have, and if I were in his position, I know I'd constantly worry about losing the ones I care about as well. He has lost his sister, he has walked in on his girlfriend hooking up with his best friend, the small bit of hope he had left was shoved right back into his face the minute he found out those dreadful calls he used to receive about his sister were fake, his relationship with his mother is clearly a difficult topic. The list could go on, but the more I think about it, the more I realize how little I actually know about Harry.

We have been together for well over 3 months now and I still don't know why he lives alone, and how he can afford it. I don't know anything about his father, or his mother, other than him visiting her yesterday morning. I would love to know more about Gemma, although that may be a hard subject for him to speak about. I'd even like to know more about the attempted murder that took place when he was only 9 years old, but of course he's still unaware that I even know about that. I shudder at the thought of him finding out, as I don't have the slightest clue as to how he would react.

As I take a right turn onto his street, I feel the cage of butterflies set free inside my stomach. It seems every single time I'm going to meet him, or am with him, my nerves completely take over. The minute my eyes connect with his shining green ones, or when his face breaks into a wide grin when he sees me, the one where he shows off his perfectly white teeth and his dimples leave indents in his cheeks, or when his tongue slowly slides over his plump lips before he's about to speak, or when his thick, raspy voice calls me babe.

By the time I pull into his driveway I feel like a lunatic, having this massive smile spread across my face in the darkness. If just the thought of him makes me glow like this, I can't wait until I'm finally inside his cozy house with him. I quickly unbuckle my seatbelt and take the keys out of the ignition before grasping the small wrapped object in my hands. I sling my bag over my shoulder and step out into the cold, before jogging up the front steps and quietly knocking on the door. I press the lock button on my car keys and look over my shoulder in time to see the lights flash, indicating that the car is now locked. As I quickly look back towards the house, I catch sight of the beautiful boy in front of me. He's dressed in a flannel that's unbuttoned, showing off his loose white t-shirt underneath, and of course his usual black skinny jeans. I still don't understand how he manages to get them on, they're hard enough to get off, even with the both of us trying. I feel myself blush at the thought and quickly shake my head before looking back up, connecting my eyes with his emerald ones.

"You just gonna stand there?" He teased, a small smirk prominent on his pink full lips. I roll my eyes before pushing past him and into the warm, thick, coffee scented house. I kick off my boots and let my bag fall to the floor as I feel Harry help take my jacket off from behind me. I smile at the small gesture, knowing I'll never get used to his manners. I watch as he hangs my jacket on a hook before turning his body towards me.

"I missed you," He smiles, wrapping his large, warm arms around my waist before planting a small kiss on my slightly chapped lips.

I snake my arms around his neck, gently playing with the loose curls around the nape of his neck. "I missed you more." I mumble against his warm mouth, feeling his smile grow.

"Mm," He slightly shakes his head, his curls tickling my fingers and his lips moving from mine. "Not one bit, baby girl." A full on smile takes over my lips, making it impossible to kiss him properly so I draw back before looking into his humoured eyes.

"I smell coffee." I state, before taking his hand in mine and walking further into the house. The aroma of fresh coffee fills my nose and I can't help but sigh happily at the familiar scent. Although it's probably a tad too late for caffeine, I have a feeling Harry and I won't be doing much sleeping tonight. I feel my cheeks begin to heat, stunned that such thoughts go through my mind.

"Tomato." A soft voice calls from beside me, causing me to look over just in time to see two mugs getting placed onto the kitchen counter.

"What?" I ask, watching a devilish smile appear on his lips as he bends into the fridge to get out the milk. He briefly makes eye contact with me before shrugging, that same stupid smile sewn onto his perfect lips.

"You're a tomato," He pauses. "Always red." He chuckles quietly, one hand reaching over to brush over my heated cheek. I narrow my eyes at him, convinced that my face is turning even more red now.

"My tomato." He smiles, sliding a mug full of the steaming liquid over to my side of the counter.

"You're such a dork." I snort, slightly shaking my head before bumping my hip into his.

"Your dork." He smirks, bumping his hip with mine, before bringing the rim of his mug up to his lips.

I grab ahold of my mug before slowly stepping into the hallway and turning into the familiar bedroom, careful to not spill the steaming coffee anywhere. I hear footsteps pad behind me as I set my mug down onto the bedside table. I smile to myself as I open Harry's top drawer, pulling out a black t-shirt for myself. I can feel his eyes on me and I already know the second I turn around he'll have his signature smirk plastered on his lips. He loves me wearing his clothes just as much as I love wearing them.

I bite down onto my lip and peek over my shoulder before pulling my shirt off over my head, knowing that I've now caught his full attention. I sneak my arms behind me and slowly unclasp my bra, keeping my eyes trained on his lust filled eyes. It's been two days since our encounter in the car and truthfully, I've been dying for him since. I can feel my face turn crimson as my bra falls to the floor, my entire back now exposed to him. I keep my body turned away from him as I slowly roll my black tights down my legs, thankful that I'm wearing a some what cute pair of underwear. I hesitantly raise each leg, stepping out of the clothing, before turning my body to face him the same time I'm pulling his shirt over my head. It lands mid thigh. A shy smile taking over my lips the second he starts shaking his head, his curls bouncing with each movement.

"Tease." He whines, before stripping out of his own clothes, leaving himself in just his tight black boxer briefs, before slipping underneath the covers of his bed.

"Find a movie or something," The smile is clear in his voice, informing me that he is the one who is now teasing.

I roll my eyes in annoyance, earning a low chuckle from him, before plopping down onto the floor to look through his shelf of movies. In all honesty, I wasn't in mood for a film, I'd much rather kill time with him, or just simply talk to him, hell, I still needed him to open his gift from me, but I know this is just his way of teasing me. I know that he won't last the entire film either and he's only doing this to get an act out of me. I settle on The Breakfast Club, knowing it's also his absolute favourite movie as well. I probably should have picked a crappy film that would cause him to get bored, but with the amount of times we've both seen this movie, I know it'll do the job just as well. I slide the disc into the DVD player before jumping into the bed beside him, tucking myself underneath the comfy blankets. I smile when I feel his arm snake behind my neck, his body moving so we're laying closer together. The minute the film opens up with John Bender, I decide to annoy the beautiful man laying beside me.

"God, he's so hot." I whine, shifting my eyes so I can see Harry staring back at me. Annoyance flickers over his face, but only for a split second. A cocky smirk lays along his lips as he slowly nods his head.

"Claire's lips," His eyes close briefly, as if the image of her lips can't leave his head. "Fuck, I'd like to see those wrapped around me."

I feel my jaw drop as I watch the satisfied smirk widen on his face. I narrow my eyes and scoot away from him, annoyed at his unnecessary comment.

"You're gross, she's like forty something now," I spit. "She can have you." I mumble while pulling his arm off from me. He chuckles quietly beside me, before tightening his grip around me.

"Baby, I was kidding." He smiles, repeating his words while burying his face into my shoulder. I roll my eyes and focus on the screen in front of me, glaring the minute the camera goes to Claire. I roll my body onto his so I'm now straddling his lap. I watch as his eyebrows raise in surprise and his lips curve into a sly smirk.

"It's so you can't see the TV, doofus." I huff, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Mm, that's no fun." He frowns, his hands moving to grip onto my waist.

I smirk down at him before I slowly roll my hips onto his. "What's no fun?" I tease, repeating my actions more rough.

I smile as I look down at his almost pained looking face, the feeling of his fingers digging into my waist only causes me to grind my hips down harder onto him. His short breathes are heard from beneath me and I can tell he's holding back a moan. His face is red and his eyes are closed, and I know he's trying his hardest to look as if this isn't effecting him in any way.

I bring my lips to his ear, the sudden courage overtaking me. "Come on baby, do you not want me?" I tease, knowing my actions are torturing us both. The present bulge in his briefs is quite obvious now as I continuously drag my hips over his own, biting down onto my lip to stop myself from moaning out at the incredible friction.

My eyes shoot open the second I feel my body sinking into the mattress, a wild eyed Harry now hovering above me. His teeth nibble down on my ear, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine. "Fuck, I want you," His voice is a barely over a whisper, his lips trailing down my exposed neck. "I always want you." He murmurs against my burning skin.

His warm lips are assaulting my neck, sucking and nibbling, turning me into a moaning mess. I tilt my head to give him more access while his hands spread apart my legs, making more room for him to grind into me. I open my mouth to scream out in pleasure but the sound of my ringing phone comes from the table beside us. We both groan out in unison, frustrated at who the hell could be calling me at this hour, and ruining what we haven't even started yet. His body rolls off of me and I hear him huff from beside me. I lazily reach over for my phone, determined to shut the annoying sound off. The second I see my sisters name flash across the screen, I furrow my brows together in confusion. Maybe she's calling me to say goodbye since I left so quickly earlier.

"Abbey?" I question, seeing Harry freeze from the corner of my eye.

"Hey Em," She sounds distressed. "Can I talk to you?"

"Does it have to be right this second?" I groan out, annoyed. What could she possibly want to talk about? I turn my head to glance over at Harry and his eyes are locked on my phone. All colour seems to have drained from his face and concern washes over me. "Are you okay?" I whisper.

"Who are you with, are you with Harry right now?" Her voice is unsteady.

"Yes, I'm with Harry but I don't see how that's important," I state, my brows coming together in confusion and concern. "Abbey what's wrong?"

My phone is snatched out of my hand and when I look up, Harry is putting it on speaker. I'm left confused, and when I try reaching back for my phone, Harry moves away.

"Emma, I need to tell you something..." She hesitates. "When mom mentioned that your boyfriend was some british kid I didn't think anything of it," She paused. "But then I saw a picture of him just now, and Em..." She stuttered, and before I could ask her what was wrong, the line was disconnected.

"Harry, why would you do that?" I angrily ask, his eyes wary and his face now completely pale. His eyes briefly leave mine as I watch him look at his lap while he holds down the power button on my phone.

"Emma, there's something I've been meaning to tell you." His voice was shaking and his bottom lip was caught inbetween his teeth, allowing me to see how hard he was painfully biting down onto it.

Notes

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