**Disclaimer: This chapter contains mild sexual content.
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"Looking good Tommo." I heard Harry’s deep, slow drawl speak out.
Rolling my eyes, I slipped on my shoes before returning to the mirror to look myself over one more time. I saw Harry staring at me intently in the mirror from behind me.
“What do you want Styles? I have a date."
He stood there silent, as if he’d forgotten how to speak. Rolling my eyes, I turned to him. “Are you just going to stare at me?"
“Erm… Uh… I just wanted to apologize."
“For?" I inquired.
“My behavior towards you. I’ve been an ass, and you’ve done nothing to deserve it. And I don’t want us to be fighting this entire trip, so I’m sorry."
My mouth dropped slightly at his decency. It was almost as if I was looking at the old Harry, the one that used to be my best friend.
“Um… Thanks."
He nodded standing in the door staring at me awkwardly before scratching his neck and turning to leave. With a swift swivel of his feet he turned back to say something but stopped abruptly and shuffled back down the hall.
Well, that was strange.
*
“I had a great time Ryan. Thank you."
He grinned as we stopped at the door of the house keeping his fingers threaded in mine.
“Um, tomorrow we’re having a Fourth of July party. It’s just going to be us and a few more of our friends are coming down. We’re going all out, hamburgers, hot dogs, fireworks, bonfire, everything. I’d love it if you came."
“Well then count me in." He answered inching his face closer to mine. Finally, our lips met in a sweet kiss.
“See you tomorrow then." He whispered pecking my cheek before walking off to his truck. I waved him off as he drove away.
Still smiling, I opened the door only to be greeted by the girls grinning from ear to ear.
“What?"
“Oh nothing." Charlie giggled.
“You’re so smitten with him Lan!" Chloe squealed.
I couldn’t help the blush that crept on my cheeks. The girls kept on gushing over Ryan and me as I tried to escape from their dramatic reactions.
“Girls! Enough! We have stuff to do!" They stopped their giggling and looked at me seriously.
The boys appeared in the kitchen, Liam ready to give instructions. “Okay, Louis, you and Chloe are in charge of hamburgers, hotdogs, and buns. Zayn, you, Rhiannon, Haley, and Niall are in charge of the fun stuff. Me and Charlie will get the chips and condiments. And Harry, you and Lana stay here and decorate."
“I don’t think that’s such a good idea Liam." Louis pressed, gritting his teeth.
“Dude, I promise I won’t try anything. You have my word." Harry defended. I stood there defenseless as everyone got their stuff together to leave.
Maybe this won’t be too bad.
*
“So, how was your date?" Harry asked as we hung up a cheesy ‘Happy Birthday USA’ banner across the outside pool house wall.
“It was fun." I grunted, struggling to put up my end while Harry hung his with ease.
“Here, I got it." His hands took the banner from mine hanging it in it’s rightful place.
“Thanks."
“You’ve always been a shorty."
“Hey!" I giggled pushing him slightly.
After an awkward silence, we got back to our assigned task.
“I think we should go all out. Be really cheesy this year. Totally ‘Merican." Harry said placing his hands on his hips surveying the back yard.
I chuckled. “When did you become such a redneck?"
“I’m not redneck, I’m ‘Merican." He said proudly tightening his American flag bandanna around his head.
“Whatever you say Styles." I giggled continuing to braid red, white, and blue streamers. “We need fireworks. Big ones at that."
He looked at me, a playful glint in his green eyes. A Cheshire Cat smile stretched across his face as he looked at me mischievously. “I couldn’t agree more."
“Where are you going?" I asked stopping my braiding as he marched towards me.
“We" he emphasized picking me up, throwing me over his shoulder making me squeal. “Are going to find some fireworks."
*
“Oh my god." I gasped as we entered the store. All the fireworks you’d ever need were on display in front of me, it was like a candy store. Fire crackers, Roman candles, sparklers of every kind, bottle rockets, cherry bombs, you name it, they had it.
“Hop in." Harry instructed as he stopped a shopping cart in front of me. I giggled hopping in, and we were off.
We went through aisles and aisles grabbing nearly everything on the shelves and dumping them on top of me. Our laughter never ceased as we shopped, people were staring but I was honestly having too much fun to care.
After checking out Harry pushed me and our purchases out to his car helping me out, setting me carefully on the ground. I hopped in the passenger seat and we drove back to the house.
“Oh my god! This is my jam!" I screamed as Miley Cyrus’ Party in the USA came on the radio. The volume was cranked up, the wind was whipping around in the jeep, my feet were propped on the dash as I sang. Harry remained silent, but I knew he loved this song, I mean, how could you not?
“Oh come on Harold, you know you wanna sing!"
He shook his head keeping his eyes trained on the road ahead. My voice became louder as I poked him in his ribs.
“So I put my hands up their playing my song, the butterflies fly away!"
His lips remained in a hard line, although I did see it falter for a second. Persistent, I started dancing wildly, flailing my arms everywhere, screaming the words.
“Till the DJ got my favorite tune and a Brittney song was on! And a Brittney song was on!"
An undeniable smile showed then, dimples indenting his cheeks before letting out a loud cackle.
“Harry! It’s now or never! Take the bridge!"
“Feel like hopping on a flight, back to my hometown tonight! But something stops me every time; the DJ plays my song and I feel all right!" Harry belted.
We sang our lungs out to every song that came on the radio on the drive back, it was refreshing not to be fighting with him. I’d forgotten how much fun we used to have together, how it used to be all the time.
No one was back, leaving us by ourselves for a while longer.
Honestly, I didn’t mind.
*
“We make a good team, Tommo." Harry hooked an arm around my neck and smiling proudly.
“Yeah, we do, don’t we?"
The backyard was warped into a red, white, and blue wonderland. Streamers were hanging from every corner, balloons floating in the pool, fireworks set up ready to shoot.
“Today was… Fun." I smiled as we walked back into the house.
“Most definitely."
*
“USA! USA! USA!" I heard Niall yell through the house. I giggled tying my American flag bandanna under my hair.
Haley burst through my door giggling uncontrollably, one of Niall’s Snapbacks sat backwards on her head.
“So I heard your day with Styles went well."
“We had fun, surprisingly enough." I smeared red lipstick on my puckered lips smiling a bit at the events that happened the day before.
“Well I was sent up here to get your ass downstairs for a pre-party shot."
“Well what are we waiting for? Lets get ‘r done!"
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Harry’s POV:
“‘Merica!" Everyone yelled in unison as we clinked our small ‘USA’ shot glasses together before shooting the vodka that filled them. I looked over at Lana, she was looking at me, smiling. I shot her a wink and she blushed a deep shade of red before turning back to her conversation with Haley and Rhiannon.
“So, when is Ryan getting here?" Rhiannon asked her leaning over on the counter.
Ryan, that prick was one of the main things standing in my way of winning the bet. He had to go, and soon.
While no one was looking, I slipped up to Lana’s room looking around for the one trusty item that I knew would be my key to getting it in. So far, I had no luck. Where the hell did she keep the damn thing?
Bingo.
There it was, her white iPhone plugged into the charger just begging me to send the text. Before I could think, I was composing a text to Ryan. I told him the party had been cancelled, he insisted that he and Lana still hang out, but I told him no of course. Finally, he gave up.
Now, the hard part…
*
“Come on Lan, don’t let some douche ruin your day."
She smiled sadly. “I was just excited for him to come, ya know?"
“That doesn’t mean you still can’t have fun, right? Come on, let me fix you a drink and we’ll go push Zayn in the pool."
She giggled, “That’s so evil, you know he can’t swim…"
My bottom lip popped out as I looked at her with puppy dog eyes.
“Let’s do it."
She pulled me from my seat over to the tiki bar so I could mix her drink.
“You look so professional. Have you done this before?" She giggled leaning over the bar. My eyes trailed down to her perfect chest out of habit before I snapped back into reality.
“Maybe a few times." I winked.
She smiled, that small dimple on her right cheek making an appearance. It had always been my favorite feature on her.
“And we have a strawberry margarita."
Our eyes locked for a minute, and my stomach did weird things. I didn’t know what just happened, but I kind of wanted it to happen again.
“Thanks. Now, let’s go get Malik."
*
Throughout the night, I tried to stay close to Lana. It wasn’t hard seeing as she didn’t seem to mind a bit. It had been a while since I’d seen her have this much fun.
“Haz! Come watch the fireworks!"
Haz, she hadn’t called me that in years, it sounded like velvet coming from her perfect lips. The lips that I’ve wanted all night long.
She patted the seat beside her in the sand, I took it happily scooting close to her. Propping an arm behind her as I leaned back. While the fireworks popped above us, my eyes stayed on her. Her green eyes filled with happiness, her smile stretching across her face in excitement as she watched the show above us. Suddenly, she looked at me, still smiling. Before I knew it, we were inching closer to each other decreasing the space between us.
“‘MERICA!" Niall screamed as he shot a Roman Candle making Lana quickly return to her previous position.
“Um, do you wanna drink?"
“Nah, I’m good." She nodded and shuffled off.
My fingers ran through my hair continuously, silently cursing Niall for ruining my perfect chance with Lana.
Damn you, Horan.
*
“Harry? Have I ever told you that you have luscious curls? They’re like beautiful. I’m so jealous." Lana giggled running her fingers through my hair. She was tipsy, but far from drunk. She was her most fun when she was like this, so carefree, so wild and up for anything.
Holding my drink in one hand, I snaked my arm around her waist supporting her body as we stood together on the beach with everyone else.
“Let’s go swimming." She whispered in my ear. I smirked, she grabbed my hand giggling and leading me back up to the pool.
After she downed the rest of her drink, she stripped herself of her clothing as I watched her intently. There was no doubt she had a banging body with perfect, endless curves. The tattoo she had tried to hide from everyone when we were sixteen, was now on full display on her ribcage. I’d always loved when her rebellious side came out.
“Four more shots, and I’m in." She announced grabbing the bottle of tequila from behind the bar and pouring herself four shots. I watched her down them all, scrunching her face up as the alcohol slid down her throat.
“Well?" She pressed, slipping out of her shorts and kicking them aside. She turned for a split second and I was tackling her into the pool. She squealed when she surfaced, splashing me continuously. I laughed and swam closer to her, pulling her body close to mine. Her hands rested on my shoulders as my fingers played with the clasp on her bikini top. She smirked, “You think you’re smooth, don’t you Styles?"
“Oh sweetheart, I know I’m smooth."
“Oh really?"
Our faces were mere inches apart, her breath ghosting over my face, her eyes holding my gaze. My finger was placed underneath her chin, tilting her face up slightly.
“Really."
Our lips met, meshing perfectly together as her legs wrapped around my waist. She slipped her tongue into my mouth boldly, not that I minded. Small hands wound themselves into my curls while mine supported her butt. We broke, breathing heavy, hearts racing.
She looked at me, her once jade green eyes, now a shade darker. Taking my hand, she led me out of the pool, grabbing a towel on the way inside. Her bedroom was the first we passed, her hands pushing me in, shutting and locking the door behind her.
I pushed her up against the wall, hoisting her up to my height, her legs wrapping back around my waist as I nipped at her neck. Her fingers returned to my hair tugging in the slightest making a groan erupt from my chest.
After successfully unhooking her top, it fell to the ground revealing her perfect chest. Her small hands grasped my large ones pulling them to knead her breasts, small moans leaving her mouth as she closed her eyes. One of her hands traveled down to my slightly-hardened length, palming me through my shorts. A loud moan was released from my throat as she continued with her skillful hands.
Her legs unwrapped around me, feet finding the floor again. Lips found mine again, hands fumbling with my shorts pushing them down along with my boxers. My neck, chest, and stomach were peppered with wet kisses as she traveled down to where I need her most. Her small hand grasped my hard length before her pink lips wrapped around my head, cheeks hollowing as she began bobbing her head. What she couldn’t reach, she pumped with her hand. It took all I had not to grab her hair and fuck her mouth.
“Shit." I muttered, throwing my head back in pleasure. She definitely knew how to please a man, damn.
She pulled back with a smack, smiling up at me. I kissed her hard before pushing her onto the bed and stripping her of her bottoms. Her body was glistening in the moonlight, still wet from the pool. Her eyes gazed up at me before pulling me into a hot and heavy kiss. She tore away to nibble on my ear before whispering, “Fuck me Harry."
*
Lana’s POV:
Sunlight streamed through the blinds as morning made its annoying entrance. My head felt like it could explode at any moment, my brain pounding against my skull. I felt awful, and probably looked it too.
A sudden jolt in my stomach made me lurch out of bed and stumble into the restroom. I barely made it to the toilet before I emptied the contents of my stomach into the porcelain bowl. After I thought I’d finished, I groaned flushing the toilet and sitting beside it. Before I knew it, it was happening all over again. A pair of hands held my hair back as I continued to get sick.
I sat back leaning my head on the tub and looking up to find Harry looking down at me concerned.
I groaned again, my hands finding my face. This couldn’t be happening.
“Go away." I croaked weakly.
He sighed, “You need help Lan."
“No I don’t, I can do it by myself!" I protested rather loudly. Bad mistake on my part.
He chuckled running cool water on a cloth. “Always so stubborn."
He gave me the rag and I draped it over my face in hopes that when I lifted it, he would disappear. Too bad I’m not a magician.
“Do you think you’ll get sick again?"
I shook my head, wishing for no sounds whatsoever.
“Well come on then, lets get you back in bed." He said picking me up and carrying me back to my bed. He quickly shuffled back into the bathroom to rewet the cloth before returning it to my forehead. I noticed a Gatorade and a bottle of Ibuprofen sat on the bedside table, reaching for it. Harry opened the Gatorade and shook out two capsules for me to take, which I did gladly.
“Thanks."
He smiled softly, “S’no problem."
*
Harry’s POV:
Last night with her was indescribable, everything she did was perfect. The way my name fell from her sweet lips was like music to my ears. I couldn’t imagine sex getting any better than with Lana Tomlinson.
She was hungover, bad. I hadn’t realized she had consumed that much the night before, sure I had a few but I didn’t get drunk. I felt as though I was the cause for some reason, so I felt obligated to help her.
My hands held her hair back as she emptied her stomach for the second time. She tried to get me to leave but I couldn’t leave her like this.
Finally, I got her back into bed to take the medicine I brought up for her. She took it without a fight before sinking back down into the plush blankets and returning the cool cloth over her closed eyes.
Deciding it was time to let her be, I made my way to the door. A thought crossed my mind, making me turn back towards the hungover girl that laid in the bed.
“Hey, Lan?"
“Hmm?"
“Thanks, for last night."
Her face scrunched up in confusion. “What happened last night?"
She didn’t remember.
**A/N: And that’s chapter four! One of my favorites so far! Sorry I suck at writing smut, possibly gonna ask on of my fave bloggers to write some for me for later… On another note, what do you guys think of what Harry did? Do you think he’ll feel any remorse for taking advantage of Lana in her drunken state? How do you think Harry feels about Lana not remember anything? Do you think he’ll tell her? What will Ryan say or do? Do you think Lana will gain feelings for Harry?
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