EMMA’S P.O.V.

When I wake up in the morning, I’m in my own bed. I don’t remember falling asleep, but I had some weird dreams. There was one where my dad was flirting with someone on the phone, but I can’t remember much about that one. The second dream trumps it completely. I dreamed that Zayn and I went all the way- like actually fucked, and it was the greatest dream of my entire life. If he’s half as good in real life as he is in my head, then we’re going to have a pretty good relationship.

That is, if he forgives me for being psychotic. Mum texted me to tell me that she made a doctor’s appointment for the following Wednesday, so hopefully I can get some things straightened out in my head.

There’s just working things out with Zayn left. I need to find a way to spend time with Zayn tonight, alone and away from school.

I walk downstairs to find dad at the table wearing a pair of sweats and eating cereal. He has his glasses perched on his nose, which always makes him look older and stern.

“Morning, dad,” I chirp leaning over to hug him briefly. If I want to get my way, I need to be on his good side.

“Morning, love. You’re quite chipper this morning,” he observes groggily. I take note that his tea is gone, so I carry his mug to the kitchen to make another cup.

“Just slept well,” I smirk to myself, “Had good dreams.”

Mentioning those dreams without actually mentioning them to my dad feels dirty and kind of exhilarating.

“That’s good, darling. I’m about to hop in the shower so we can leave on time. Would you like me to get you something to eat?” He offers as he slips his cereal bowl into the sink.

I snort, “When have you ever made me breakfast?”

He looks hurt, his eyes downcast, “I used to make your meals when you were just a baby. I’m sure I could figure something out. I’m not completely useless, you know?”

I kiss his cheek in assurance, “I know, dad. I didn’t mean it that way. I just- I’m used to it, it’s okay.”

He still seems sad as he saunters off to the stairs, “Alright, i’ll be ready soon.”

It’s not a good time to ask, I decide. The car will be better.

......

“Dad,” I absently say as I stare out the car window. His music is louder than normal, and I feel like it’s because he doesn’t want to talk.

He turns the radio down, but only a tiny bit, “Yeah?”

I cross my arms and choose to just tell him instead of ask, “I got invited to go out tonight, so I’ll be home late. I can stay with you right?”

He shrugs, staring blankly out the windshield, “I’ll be out as well. Can you stay at a friends? I won’t mention it to your mum.”

And well, that was easier than I expected, “Yeah, I’m sure my friend won’t mind. Just don’t pick me up from school.”

He nods and once he’s fairly certain that our conversation is over, he’s turning the music up again.

I take my phone out and send two text messages, one to my mum and one to Zayn.

*TO: Mum
Gonna stay with dad tonight. He’s a lonely bugger*

*TO: Zayn Malik
I’m coming over tonight. Hope you didn’t have plans. We need to talk*

I consider my text to Zayn before sending it, but I feel like I need to maintain some control, especially being so young. I also quickly change his name in my contacts. Zayn Malik seems too formal. I just leave it at Zayn.

I glance over at dad and wonder how he’d react to our little relationship (if you could call it that). He’d either die, or kill one of us- probably Zayn.

I hope he never finds out.

........


HARRY’S P.O.V.

School passes by slower than ever, just like it always does when I have the prospect of seeing Louis later. I don’t even know what I’m going to wear, but Abby has already promised to come over right when school ends. She doesn’t even have to lie to Niall about where she’s going and why, which is nice. He’s been so supportive and I couldn’t be happier.

“Alright, I’ll pick you up from Harry’s at six, yeah?” Niall kisses Abby’s cheek as we walk toward my car. She smiles and nods in agreement.

Liam and Ellery are already at his car, waving as they climb inside. I haven’t talked to him yet, and I’m a little nervous. He was raised in a much more religious household and I’m not sure what to expect.

“So,” Abby starts as she puts her seatbelt on, “Do you know where he’s taking you?”

I shrug, a goofy grin on my face, “I don’t know, he texted me this morning and said to wear something nice.”

Abby shoves my arm with her hand, “You’re so getting laid tonight.”

I blush and roll my eyes, backing out of my parking space to wait in the line of cars heading out, “I don’t know. I think we’re still waiting for that.”

Abby smirks and watches out the window as I turn the air on, “Well, you’re getting something tonight. Don’t deny it.”

I grin cheekily and turn on my latest CD mix in lieu of answering. I bob my head to the sound, turning it up and rolling my windows down. I sing along to The 1975, and so does Abby. We’re stopped in front of the school when Mr. Malik crosses the street with Emma. They look upset and they aren’t touching, but there’s something very strange about their interaction. It’s cold, but familiar. The way she stomps off to his car, and the way he follows after her familiarly. She waits impatiently by his car, glaring at him as he searches for his keys in his pocket. I turn the music down considerably, hoping to catch a bit of their conversation.

“Just unlock it, okay?” She groans, tugging at the door handle.

He pulls out the keys and presses the button, but she won’t stop pulling at the handle so it doesn’t open.

“You have to stop pulling at it, Em. It won’t unlock if you keep at that,” he huffs, “Calm the fuck down.”

That seems to do it for her. She stops tugging and her face completely drops as she crosses her arms.

“I’m sorry-“ he starts, but she shakes her head and gets in the car.

He stands next to his door and sighs, leaning against the top of it. He looks up and catches my eye, his face dropping even more as soon as he sees me.

He shakes his head, covering his mouth with one hand for a moment before opening his door. He glances up at me once more and I simply nod slowly. Something tells me that we just had a silent agreement that I would stay quiet. And I will.

If something is going on between Louis’ daughter and his best friend, then I refuse to be the person to mention it to him. He’ll either believe me and resent me for the news, or he won’t believe me and he’ll hate me for bringing it up. Either way, I’m staying far away from the subject.

“Did you-“ I begin and Abby turns to face me, humming along to the music still. I suppose she didn’t see, so I won’t take this any further, “Never mind. Let’s go.”

...........

By the time Niall picks Abby up, I’m dressed in a pair of tight slacks and a crisp white button-down shirt. My hair is slightly pushed back since it’s getting longer, and I have on a pair of newer black dress boots.

Gemma is gone with Ashton. I’m not sure where, but she left a note that said not to wait up. I’m relieved because it’s one less person to give an excuse to. I wait anxiously in my room, double checking my hair and outfit a few more times before Louis rings my phone.

“Hello?” I answer casually, already walking downstairs.

“Hi, love. I’m outside. Can’t wait to see you. Bet you look gorgeous,” he responds, his voice raspy and distant.

I smile to myself as I open the door, stepping out and doing a twirl when I see him leaning against the hood of his car in a dark grey suit.

We’re both still on the phone and we hang up when we realize it, laughing.

“I was right,” he grins, “You’re a beautiful sight, Harry Styles.”

I hug him then, in front of my house, him backed up against his car and his face buried in my neck.

“Missed you,” I breathe out, chuckling at how pathetic I sound.

Louis giggles and presses his lips to my shoulder briefly, “Me too, H. Now let’s get in the car before you neighbors start calling your mum about the creepy old guy you’re shacking up with.”

I smack his arm playfully and follow him to the passenger side of his car. He opens the door and I slip in, smiling as he bows courteously. I laugh as he closes the door behind me, waiting for him to join me. When he gets into the car and starts it, he reaches over for my hand automatically.

“So, where are we off to?” I inquire, doting on Louis and how adorable he is.

He’s licking his lips and smiling deviously, “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

I squeeze his hand, our fingers aligning perfectly, “I would, actually.”

Louis squints as he turns down the next road, “Don’t be impatient. You’ll see. Plus, I have to describe the rules to your first.”

I quirk an eyebrow at him and notice his cheeky grin, “Rules? What kind of rules? Please don’t tell me that I can’t touch you-“

“God,” Louis chuckles, “No, why would I do that to myself?”

He brings our hands to rest on his thigh and caresses mine with his thumb. I just shrug and stare at him, “So, what are the rules?”

“Alright,” Louis grins, obviously proud of himself, “We’re going to play a game. It’s not hard, and I promise that the prize will be well worth it.”

I’m still beyond confused, and he must realize that, so he continues, “We’re going to do a scavenger hunt of sorts. Basically, we’re going to go to three different places, and in each place, we will have to answer five questions for each other. I’m telling you now so that you can come up with some good questions. But, each question must be answered honestly.”

I think for a moment and smile in excitement, “I like it! We can get to know each other better.”

Louis nods and hums, “Yep, I want to know everything that makes you tick.”

He winks and I swear my heart melts. I have a hard time coming up with questions with Louis’ hand in mine. I have an even harder time when he opts for touching my thigh instead.


..........

The first place we go to is a small Italian restaurant in Warrington. It’s dark and a bit crowded, but when we walk in, we are directed to a table in the back, secluded from the rest. Louis had made reservations, which makes my heart flutter for some reason. He’s thought enough about this date to call ahead, and that means something.

When we sit down, Louis glances at the menu for only a moment before he sets it down and reaches across the table to graze my arm, “I think I’ll go first on the questions, yeah?”

I nod, still hardly having a clue what I’ll ask. I came up with a few questions in the car, but they seem lame and I have no idea where he’s going with this.

“Alright, first of all, what is your favorite food?”

“Greek,” I grin and glance down at the menu, “But, Italian is a close second.”

Louis chuckles at that, “I’ll stick with not having a favorite, but Italian is always a safe bet. Your turn.”

I shift in my chair, and just as I’m about to say something, the waiter approaches us, “Hello, My name is Dan and I’ll be your server tonight. Would we like to start off with some wine?”

I glance at Louis and he nods, obviously not concerned with anyone checking my age. I suppose he looks far old enough, and if I’m on a date with him, I should be as well. I decide to go with it. Louis orders for us, “We’ll have a bottle of the Chateau Cab, please. Also, some water.”

The man nods and disappears without another word.

“Alright,” Louis clears his throat, “Your go still.”

I swallow and try to keep my legs from fidgeting. It’s embarrassing, and I feel out of place, like a child in a pub.

“Um,” I begin, trying to focus solely on Louis, “Do you like pets?”

“I do,” Louis nods, “But I’m not quite responsible enough to have one on my own. Plus, I like dogs best and Emma’s allergic.”

“I’ve always wanted a cat,” I admit, “But, mum said they’re too expensive and she isn’t home enough.”

Louis seems to make mental note of everything I say, and it makes me feel important. During the course of our meal, I learn that Louis broke his arm four times as a child, all from being a rambunctious, hyper boy. I told him about the time I got caught cheating in maths. He said that he like tattoos, but that I should never get one just because he said that. We end up talking about a lot of things, instead of sticking to the five questions each, but I see the point of the game. I already know more about him, and I only like him more.

.......

The second place we visit is a park around the corner. Louis buys another bottle of the wine we already finished, and we enjoy that while sitting by the pond on a bench.

“Did you really steal these glasses?” I ask, staring at the same ones we had at the restaurant.

“Is that one of your questions?” He teases and when I stare at him deadpan, he shakes his head, “No, I know the owner; He said I could borrow them.”

“Oh,” I whisper, “And he won’t tell anyone else you know that you were on a date with a guy?”

Louis shrugs and tosses back the remainder of wine in his cup, “He shouldn’t. He owes me.”

I almost press him for more answers, but it probably isn’t my business anyway, “My next question is, where do you see yourself in five years?”

I try to control my breathing as I wait for his answer. It’s not like I expect him to mention me, but- I don’t know what I expect. I’m just curious.

“Hmm, five years. That would make me- well, really old. I suppose I see myself settled down, for real this time. With a nice bloke, I suppose, and maybe a couple cats?” I blush, my cheeks hot and red as he leans closer to me, “My turn. How much PDA do you think is aprropriate?”

My breath is shaky as his lips graze mine, his hands on either side of my hips where I face him on the bench.

“Depends on who’s looking,” I gasp, feeling his chest brush mine.

Louis glances around briefly, and returns his focus to me, our eyes locked together, “Looks like no one.”

And just like that his lips are against mine. My hands make their way to his cheeks as he sets the pace of our kiss. It’s heated and needy, the taste of wine on his tongue filling my senses. He smells faintly of expensive cologne and new leather. I pull away breathlessly when he moves on top of me, his hips rotating against mine.

“Sorry-“ I gasp, embarrassed by how fucking hard I am from one measly kiss, “I’m sorry.”

He chuckles deep in his throat, dragging one hand down my chest slowly until it’s covering the bulge in my tight slacks. It’s so obvious, and I almost wish I wore different trousers.

“Never apologize,” he kisses my neck and squeezes my cock, “For this.”

I swallow thickly and nod, my fingers shaking as I steady myself on his shoulders, “Sorry.”

He laughs again and kisses my lips, this time with more fervor and desire. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think we are about to fuck for the first time on a park bench.

“How’s about we save the other questions for later? I have one more place to show you,” he breathes against my neck hotly, his voice hardly above a whisper. His tone is sexy, and I have a feeling that I’ll like the next place a lot.

Notes

Okay, I’m thinking about writing longer author’s notes to kind of keep the story flowing and make it easier to comment. so, please comment! and rate if you haven't! :*

So, some important things to notice and remember here:

Emma is young. She views relationships in a much more childish and immature way. Even if she handles people maturely, they don’t realize her motives and intentions. They’re typically impressed by how she carries herself. This gives her a bit of a big head, making her feel in control. But, this also leaves her a bit delusional in thinking that she could actually stay with Zayn and her father would never find out. She clearly doesn’t think about the long-term consequences of her actions, which we’re all guilty of when we’re young (and sometimes old as in the case of Louis) and falling in love.

Louis is constantly too distracted by his own relationship to realize that something is going on with Emma. If he wasn’t so intent on having alone time with Harry, then he would ask Emma more questions, and not always lie to her mother for her. I’m not trying to write Louis as a bad father, because he isn’t. Remember that there are no perfect parents!

ALSO: Harry is young, and a bit naive. He’s smart, and he typically knows what the best decision to make is, but he’s also blinded by his growing love for Louis.

Basically, moral is: love is blinding, so be careful.