Harry was taking forever. I had been ready for hours. Looks like someone partied too hard last night.

We were off to visit his family for a couple of days and I couldn’t be more excited. I had kept up with Charlie nonstop. She basically knew everything that was going on in my life and vice versa. She had a new boyfriend that she hadn’t told Harry about yet. He was going to be there today but it wasn’t my news to tell. From what she has said Harry can be very protective of her, even if he is the baby brother. Lydia and I had also been keeping in touch. I was so glad that Harrys family loved me, because I surely loved them.

I was sitting in the living room humming waiting for Harry. I told him he shouldn’t have drank so much the night before a long drive. I’d definitely be doing most of the driving. It wasn’t even that early. It was already 9 in the morning. I’m sure he gets up way earlier for band things. I rolled my eyes. At least it wasn’t me.

“Never say goooodbyyeee….” I started to sing what I was humming out loud. “And so kiss me kiss me kiss me and tell me that I’ll see you again cause I don’t knoooww if I can let you goooo so kiss me kiss me…”

“I thought you just met the lads.” Harry yawned coming out into the living room.

“I did.”

“Then how do you know their song?” he rubbed his tired eyes.

“I looked them up.” I shrugged.

“When?”

“I’ve been ready for 3 hours.” I laughed.

“You only got 3 hours of sleep?” he looked at me like I was crazy. “Bloody hell woman.”

“Let’s go!” I urged. “But kiss me kiss me kiss me first.”

“You’re lucky your me girlfriend and incredibly fit.” He chuckled.

He leaned down placing a kiss on my lips. I loved his tired sloppy kisses.


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“Babe! I missed you!” Lydia smiled bright pulling me into a huge hug.

“I missed you too!” I smiled. “How are you?”

“I’m great! I’m so glad to have Harry around so much.” She looked like the happiest person.

“I can imagine!” I hugged her again. “I’ll send him home a few more times.”

“Please do!” she laughed. “Let’s get you inside. It’s chilly today.”

“Babe, do you need help with the bags?” I asked.

“Nope! All set.” He smiled as I headed inside with his mom.

“Spencer!” Charlie threw herself at me. “I fucking missed you lady.”

“How are you! I miss you!” I laughed.

“Good, I have so much to tell you.” she rolled her eyes when Harry came in. “Turd.”

“Dipshit.” Harry replied.

“Awe, siblingly love.” I joked.

“Come! Food is ready!” Lydia smiled.

We sat went into the dining room where Charlies boyfriend, Max if I’m not mistaken, was already sitting. Harry was walking in front of me and came to a sudden halt.

“Um…” he said.

“Oh, Harry uh yeah this is my boyfriend. Max this is my brother.” Charlie laughed awkwardly.

“Boyfriend?” Harry looked at Char. “Boyfriend?”

“Yes that’s what I said. Do you still speak English?” she rolled her eyes sitting down. Max stood to shake Harrys hand.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Charlie has told me some great things.” Max smiled. He seemed really nice.

“And that’s Harry’s girlfriend, god bless her soul, Spencer.” Charlie smiled. “She’s nicer than he is.”

“It’s great to meet you! I’ve heard a lot about you!” I instantly regretted my words.

“You know about him?!” Harry ran a hand through his hair.

“Maybe.” I shrugged. “We can talk about this later.”

“You’re right. Sorry man.” Harry smiled, but I knew it was fake.

“No worries, protective brother. I get it. I have a sister.” Max smiled.

“So where are you from?” Harry asked, relaxing a little

“Right outside Liverpool.” He smiled.

“That’s right, you mentioned you’ve been working a lot in Liverpool lately, Char.” Harry nodded, dishing out some food onto his plate.

“Yeah, it’s a lot of traveling but hey I guess that’s what I get.” She shrugged.

“As long as you like it.” I smiled over at her. “What about you Max, what do you do?”

“I’m a chef.” He smiles.

Charlie laughs rolling her eyes. “He owns some restaurants in England.”

“Wow!” I say excited. Charlie left that little part out.

“Are they doing well?” Harry asked.

“Yeah, they’re alright.” Max smiles, shyly. He’s very humble.

“Babe, you don’t have to be modest. Harry is an international superstar, he knows a thing or two about dragging and success.” Charlie wraps her fingers through Max’s smiling.

“Which ones?” Harry presses.

“Green Street Café.” He says hesitantly, waiting for a reaction.

“Get out of here.” Harry runs a hand through his hair. “You own all of them?!”

“Well my grandfather started the business but it’s been quickly handed down to me.” He smiles.

“I don’t know what that is.” I said, confused. It seemed like a big deal.

“We went to the Green Street with Lou and Em when we first got here.” Harry said.

My mouth dropped. That’s an expensive and ridiculously lush place. “Max that’s incredible.”

“It pays the bills. We’re honestly trying to expand to other others.” Max smiled.

“Where to first?” I was intrigued.

“Ireland first, then hopefully America.” He smiled bright about work.

“That’s really great Max.” I smiled, looking over at Harry. He had a smile on the corner of his mouth but he’d never admit he actually liked Max.

“Yeah, congrats man.” Harry reaches a hand across the table shaking Maxs.

Lydia, Char and I all exchange looks. We know he likes him. It’s written all over his body language. From what Charlie had told me Harry hadn’t ever liked a guy she had brought home to meet the family. Apparently, the last boyfriend she had was a real jerk. Harry told her that he was only dating her because of the fame. In the end Harry ended up being right. The asshole admitted he was using Charlie because of Harry.

I liked Max though, the short time we had spent with him was nice.




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My phone began to ring loudly, startling us. We had finished up dinner and decided to be lazy and watch a movie since snow was lightly falling outside. Lydia had to attend something for some club she was a part of, Charlie and Max went out for the night and I had yet to see Harry's father since arriving.

"Who is it?" Harry asked curiously as I dig my phone out of my back pocket losing our comfy cuddle.

"I don't know?" I hold up the phone flashing an unknown number.

"That looks oddly familiar." Harry says. "5 SOS. It's one of them."

I looked at him blankly. How would any of them have my phone number? I rarely used the phone I have now. I was never in London.

Being from the states, I had to get a different phone everywhere I went because I certainly wasn't about to pay the extra charges.

"Answer it!" Harry urged chuckling.

"Hello?" I held the phone up to my ear.

"Oi love! It's Ashton Irwin! We met last night!" I giggled at his greeting, mouthing 'Ashton' to Harry receiving a nod.

"What can I do for you today Mr. Irwin?" I joked.

"Well I was wondering how long you'll be in London. Not just me but the lads too." He laughed nervously.

A part of me was thankful it wasn't Luke. Last night at the club Luke and I had exchanged a few pleasant yet awkward moments.

I tuned back into Ashton realizing I hadn't answered him yet. "I'll be here for another week."

"Perfect! Well would you wanna meet up with us? There's something specific we'd actually like to talk to you about." I could tell he was smiling.

"Do you want me to bring Harry?" I laughed.

"Doesn't matter to us, it's you we wanna talk to you."

"Oh? Any hints?" I snickered. "Or are you not gonna tell me?"

"My lips are sealed! I can't break the promise!" He laughed.

"Damn you." I joked.

"So when are you free?" He changed the subject slightly.

"Well Harry and I are staying at his parents house for a couple days then we'll be back."

"Right so I'll give you a ring in a few days then?" He asked.

"Yes that'll be good."

"Alright, tell Harry we say hello!"

"Will do Ashton. Talk to you soon!" I smiled.

"Bye Spencer!"

I ended the call very confused. What did they need to talk to me about? I had only just met them yesterday.

"What was that all about?" Harry asked curiously.

"I have no idea. He asked how long I'll be here and then said he'll call in a couple days when we get home." I shrugged.

"That's odd." Harry furrowed his brow.

"Should I be worried?" I laughed.

"I'm always worried when it comes to those blokes. You never know what they have up their sleeve."

"Greeeeeeaaat." I said sarcastically.

"You'll be fine. They seemed to really like you last night. I'm glad you all get along." He kissed my forehead. "Just watch out for Luke."

"What?" I sat up.

"I see the way you two interact. I don't like it." Harry shrugged.

"You overreact." I rolled my eyes.

"He's a good kid, but he's really shy. So for him to go so far out of his comfort zone to flirt and interact with you, I don't like it." He repeated.

"He probably just likes my accent or thinks I'm cute." I tried to play it off.

"That's what I'm worried about."

"Stop worrying and stressing out over nothing. He's nice, he's cute but he's not you." I placed a quick his on his nose.

"Yes but I don't have a lip ring or crystal blue eyes." Harry stuck out his tongue.

"You'd look weird with a lip ring and your green eyes are way sexier than 'crystal blue.' Okay?" I mocked him.

“He’s also only 17.” Harry mumbled.

“What?” He peaked my interest. “I didn’t know that.”

“Yeah, he seems way older right?”
“You definitely don’t have to worry babe, he’s Ryanne’s age! Oh my. Maybe I’ll hook her up.” I giggled at the thought.

“I thought she had a boyfriend.” Harry said, I smiled that he remembered so much about my family.

“She does. But they’re going to different schools after this year so we’ll see.” I shrugged. “He seems okay. But I’ve never actually met him, just over skype.”


"You know something?" Harry said.

"What's that?" I smiled snuggling back down into his side.

"I love you." He smiled down at me.

"You're drunk." I joked expecting something more than that or something more on topic.

"Maybe." He smirked rolling over on me.

"Stop!" I tried to push him off but he wasn't budging.

"No one is home. And we didn't even do it last night." He pouted.

"Harold Styles, we are in your mother’s house! I will not have sex with you!"

"I locked the door already." He wiggled his eyebrows cheekily.

"No." I finally shrugged him off of me.

I crossed my arms over my chest and attempted to roll over but couldn't. We were in his childhood bed, a twin size bed. It wasn't exactly prime but it worked. Luckily while we were here Harry was letting me sleep in the bed while he took an air mattress.

"Baaaabbbeee." He whined. I held my ground. I wasn't disrespecting his family like that. He was out of his mind.

"It's not like it hasn't happened before. Mum never knows."

"EW!" I shouted slapping his chest. He raised his eyebrows confused. "I don't wanna know about your past sex partners!"

"It's not like I said anything about them." He shrugged.

"You said 'it's not like it hasn't happened before.' Ew gross!"

We hadn't talked about anything really from our pasts. I was just realizing this. I knew about Ella and he knew about Jeff. That was basically it.

"Sorry." He mumbled. "I didn't mean it like that or anything."

“No, I know. Don’t worry.” I pressed my lips to his chest. His beautiful tattooed chest. I traced my fingers over the wings of the butterfly that graced his rips. Though they meant something to him, I had never asked what. It was his thing and I respected that. He’d tell me when he was ready. I lifted his arm to check on my tattoo. It was loaded with lines. I smiled, kissing it softly.

“Running out of room.” Harry yawned. “Stop making my life so perfect.”

“Stop being such a perfect boyfriend.” I looked up at him.

“Make me.” He stuck out his tongue. I quickly flipped around, catching his tongue between my teeth. I threw a leg over his waist, straddling him.

“I thought we couldn’t do it.” He grumbled into my mouth.

“We can’t but that doesn’t mean we can’t fool around a little.” I smirked, cupping his face with my hands.

I deepened our kiss rolling my hips over his. He groaned softly at the contact. He sat up in bed becoming level with me. I was sitting in his lap, enjoying the feel of his mouth on mine. The position reminded me of the first kiss we had ever shared. The first kiss that almost lead to more until the guys interrupted. I smiled leaning back. I wrapped my arms around his neck loosely. I let out a breathy chuckle, causing him to raise an eyebrow.

“What?”

“One, you’re already hard and we’ve only been kissing for a minute and two, this is just like our first kiss.” I smiled. I leaned my forehead against him as his grew from ear to ear.

“Other than meeting you, that was the greatest night of my life.” His smile grew genuine, his dimples deep.

“Not the night that we first had sex?” I was shocked, expecting that to be his favorite day of us.

“Don’t get me wrong that night was great, but the night we first kissed, that was the night I knew.”

“Knew what you weirdo?”

“That I was going to marry you, that you’d be mine forever.” He smiled up into my eyes.

“We knew each other for 24 hours that night.” I looked at him.

“When you know, you know.” he kissed my nose a few times before moving back to my lips. I smiled against his kiss. He knew only after 24 hours that I was the one for him? I couldn’t help but blink back my tears. He was the sweetest man I had ever met. Ever. “When did you know?”

I dreaded the question. I didn’t want to tell him the honest answer because he hadn’t talked or fought about it in so long. I sighed and made eye contact.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to tell me.” He closed his disappointed eyes.

“The morning I woke up next to Niall.” I said quietly.

It wasn’t a total lie but it sort of was. I still hadn’t really had a moment where I knew Harry and I would be together forever. Yes, I want to be with him for a long time and I love him. But forever? I know I tell him we’ll be together forever but I’m not really positive. I don’t have the mindset like he does. He’ll want to get married and have babies and while I want all of that at some point, I just don’t think we’ll ever be moving on that same pace with that. The day I woke up in bed with Niall I knew one thing for certain. I loved Harry and I wanted to be with him, but a time table never crossed my mind.

I wasn’t having doubts in my mind about whether or not I loved him, it was just I had a little bit of a wandering eye. I wasn’t proud of it but I also couldn’t help it. I was talking to Emily about this one day and it made me a little sad. We both felt like I wasn’t going to change. And while I loved the time I have been with Harry I was always wondering ‘what if’ with other guys. Niall and Zac really made me think about whether or not I was supposed to be with Harry. I knew I was meant to be with Harry, everything about it was right. We made perfect sense. But was I happy? I always felt like something was missing before I started to do Xanax. Once I was addicted I loved everything about our relationship all the time. Now that I had gone cold turkey from the drug I felt the emptiness again. It was probably just the lack of Xanax in my system. I was edgy and felt like I needed it.

I was acting insane. I love Harry more than anything in the world. He was my world. I shook my head quickly. What is wrong with me? He was my future. He was my forever. Right?

Notes

What does Ashton want?

Are Spencer thoughts bad? Is she serious?

Tell me what you think!!!! xx