[Hey ya warning you about the smut because it happened it's actually in here. Thank you again to my fabulous friend who writes them for me! ilysm sweetness. I did promise a long chapter, this chapter was 10 pages long when i wrote it, so it's decently long. I love you all, thank you for reading! xx :)]

I drove to my mother’s hotel, and managed to make it there within the hour, after getting lost numerous times. I pulled up to the front door, and texted her to say that I was here. I waited in the car for a while as she said she still had to get dressed. The radio played quietly in the background as I scrolled through twitter, tweeting that I was going out with my mom. I placed my phone down into my purse again, and looked at the door. My mother quickly walked to my car. I smiled and unlocked the doors, granting her entrance. She slid in and shivered as she looked up at me, soon curving a smile onto her lips.

“You look lovely.” She said as she rubbed my cheek.

“Thank you.” I smiled.

She put on her belt and I drove onto where we were going to eat. She told me the place was fancy, and gave me the directions. The place was an hour from her hotel, almost two hours from Harry’s home. Once we got there I parked in front of the door, and my mother and I got out.

She went to the front desk and said she had reservations, as soon as she told them her name we were lead to the back into a booth. My mother wasn’t lying when she said that this place was fancy. The floor was a black tile, the walls were painted a deep purple with gold embroidery along the baseboards. We took a seat in our booth, and looked through the menus, ordering wine to start us off.

“So how are things?”

I sighed and shook my head as I placed my menu down to look at my mother.

“Not too good, I guess.”

“Why not? What’s happening?”

“Alyssa, Harry, Louis and management.”

“What about them? Tell me everything.” She ordered softly.

And with that I began my rant.

“Alyssa is saying that Harry isn’t good for me and that he’s basically using me, and that all he really wants is my money and then she was telling me that I was moving too fast because I’m moving in with him and that actually offended me because it’s not like I went and got pregnant when I was with Harry for 4 months. And then I got upset and I went to my house but I told Harry that I was with management and him and Louis showed up to get all of Alyssa’s stuff and he caught me and he was so mad. And now we’re still together but I’m mad at him because he never let me explain to him what happened and-“

“Amelia.” My mother stopped me. “I think you’re making such a big deal out of this, and you shouldn’t be.”

“Mom you don’t get it-“

“I get it, Amelia. But this needs to be worked out between you all, and if Louis is the reason for this than I think you should consult him first.”

“I don’t want to. Mom he is so rude to me, I haven’t done anything to him but he’s been this way since Alyssa found out she was pregnant. He completely flipped out on me.”

She folded her menu and lowered her voice.

“And Harry, what’s he doing to you?”

“He’s getting mad a lot.” I softly replied as I looked down. “He got really mad the other day; he thought I was cheating on him or something. And then later that night I came to his house to gather my things, and he started crying. So I stayed.”

“You never do that, Amelia.” She shook her head. “You need to show him what he’s done to you.”

“I’m not leaving now, things are sorted out.” Mostly.

“Listen to me, the next time something like that happens you cannot give into him, no matter what.” She scolded.

I nodded my head.

“And as for Alyssa, I think you need to work something out with her soon.” She suggested. “It would be best.”

“Thank you.” I smiled at her. “I needed someone to talk to about all of this.”

“Even after I leave, if anything happens you can always call me, I’ll always answer.”

“Thank you, mom.”

She leaned over the table and kissed my cheek, then sitting back down and sliding the loose blonde hair off her shoulder. The waitress soon came to us, taking our orders and then going to get them for us.

We ate and talked about a lot. Mostly about my mom’s business in Canada, and how she was expanding it soon. I asked her about Champ and she agreed to fly him back, she said that he was ‘driving her crazy’ and she was hoping I’d ask for him back. I didn’t want my time with her to end, being away from her for so long and not having a full conversation in months, it felt good to finally feel completely comfortable with someone, to fully let out all my feelings.

“They’re sending me to Africa.” I randomly said.

“They’re what?”

“They’re sending me to Africa!” I said louder.

“And why are they doing that? Isn’t that dangerous?”

“Something about publicity. Harry is coming with me, it’s for comic relief.”

“When you’re there you be very careful, alright?”

“Yes, mother.” I sighed.

We soon finished all of our food, sitting and talking some more before asking for the bill. My mother insisted on paying, as I had to ‘save my money’ so that I could survive or something. We left a tip for the waitress, and gathered our things to leave. Once we got out my mother let out a small screech, complaining that it was too cold, and said the seats would freeze her to the seat. I laughed at her dramatic nature, realizing that she was where I had gotten it from. We got inside the car, and she forced me to turn on my heaters. I tried to make the drive back to her hotel as long as I could, not wanting her to leave. We talked again, but we didn’t hit any important topics.

I told her about my need for a hairless cat, and how I wanted one for Christmas.

“I don’t think Harry would like that too much.” She replied

“He’s going to have to deal with it. I got him wrapped around my finger already.” I smirked at her.

“How so?”

“He didn’t want Ruffles to sleep in his bed with us, but after begging he agreed. It seems legitimate to me.” I shrugged.

She laughed at my response.

She had told me stories about her and my father, how he treated her just as Harry treats me. She told me stories of the times he was so wonderful to her, and how he would do anything just to please her.

It made me wonder why they had ever wanted to get a divorce, but I decided not to bring it up.

Soon our drive came to an end and I was at the entrance of my mother’s hotel again. I put the car in park as I looked at her, she mimicked my pouting expression.

“I love you.” I quietly said.

“I love you more, darling.”

She hugged me as we sat in our seats, connecting at the middle. She kissed my cheek before she said she loved me again, and got out, waving to me before she got inside. I wiped the tears that went down my cheeks as I waved back, shooting her a slight smile.

I locked the car doors as I took off again, silently driving back to Harry’s house.

The door of Harry's house creaked open as I walked in, the cool air slipping past me into the foyer. The lights were off and I shivered at how eerie the large house looked in the dark, the only light source coming from the moon outside the window in the living room.

"Harry?" I called down the hallway, receiving no reply. I shrugged and kicked off my heels, making my way upstairs. My dress was riding up my thighs and I was getting sick of fixing it. I let it go up my leg as I walked up the steps, not caring to even try with it.

The entire house was dark, apart from a dim light coming from under the door of Harry's bedroom. I approached it and turned the knob slowly, light flooding the hallway. Harry was sat on the head of his bed, writing in his journal. He noticed me and looked up at me, flashing his famous dimpled smile. Even though I was upset with him, he still looked amazing as ever. He was wearing a plain black shirt and a pair of skinny jeans; I loved the simplicity of his wardrobe. The ways his tattoos poked out from the low neckline of the shirt…

 No Amy, you're mad at him.

"Hey," He smiled, placing the journal in a draw next to his bed. He stood up and walked over to me. "How was-" He paused, his eyes flickering down to my legs and back up again.

"What?" I questioned.

"You look so good in that dress." He almost whispered, stepping closer. I looked down and my legs and gasped; the hemline of the tight dress was extremely high on my thigh, exposing most of my leg.

Harry was now in centimeters from me, looking down at me. His mood changed in the blink of an eye, a cheeky smirk now plastered on his face. He moved to place a large hand on my arm, but I turned away from him.

"I'm mad at you." I half-lied, trying my best to hide my rigged breath.

"No, you're not." He stood behind me, brushing the hair away from my neck. I shivered at his feather light touch across the expanse of my exposed back, trailing all the way down my spine. I felt his large arms wrap around my waist, pulling me back into his tall frame. His lips brushed over the sensitive skin on my neck and I felt goose bumps scatter over my skin.

"Harry…" I warned, not sure if I wanted him to stop.

"Amy…" He mimicked, between kisses under my ear. I turned around to face him again, his eyes boring into mine. "I love you."

"I love you." I replied. "But I'm still mad at you." I looked up at him and tried my best not to smile.

"This dress…" Harry said, ignoring my remark. He racked up and down my body with is eyes, placing a hand on my shoulder. He gently slid the one-shoulder strap down my arm, running his thumb over my bare skin. He bit his lip as he pushed the dress down my front and over my hips, letting it pool at my feet. I mentally thanked myself for wearing a lacy, strapless bra and matching underwear.

"Holy shit, you're stunning." Harry said, causing me to blush. I looked down to hide my obvious embarrassment as I stood before Harry in my underwear.

 "Kiss me." I practically begged wanting to distract myself from wanting to hide under the duvet of Harry's bed.

Harry surprised me by walking away from me, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the bed. He lightly pushed me back onto the soft mattress, flicking off the lamp. The moonlight illuminated Harry's face beautifully, accentuating the sharp features I've fallen completely in love with. He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor, climbing onto the bed to hover over top of me. He pressed his lips to mine, softly at first, but deepening with every second. There was need in his actions, his hands wandering over my bare stomach.

We kissed for a while, but the need for one another grew too strong. I pulled his body as close to mine as possible, needing be with him. His lips left wet kisses down my neck and chest, lightly sucking on the skin. My hands found their way to the top of his jeans, fiddling with the metal button on the front. Harry was soon ridden of his jeans, leaving us both in out underwear. He broke our kiss and looked me straight in the eye.

"Do you trust me?" He asked, his eyes considerably lighter from the white moonlight shining through the window. I nodded and he reached behind my back to unclasp my bra, throwing it to the floor with the rest of our clothes. He slid my underwear slowly down my legs, followed by his own. I swallowed my nerves as Harry reached over into his nightstand, retrieving a familiar foil square.

"Don't be afraid, love." He reassured me, kissing my lips before pushing into me. The feeling didn't hurt, but still felt odd. Thankfully, it didn't hurt like it did the first time.

He started slow, rhythmically moving in and out of me. I lifted my hips off the mattress, silently asking him to stop his slow torture. My lips found their way to his and he kissed me hungrily, soft moans escaping into my mouth. I felt my lower abdomen slowly begin to tighten, as he sped up his actions. With every passing second, the pleasure intensified. I felt so close to Harry. As much as he pissed me off sometimes, I knew I loved him more than anyone, more than myself.

"Amy, I…" He trailed off, concentrating on his steady, skilled movements. He rolled his hips deeper into me, causing me to tug at the roots of his hair, at a loss for words.

"I won’t last much longer." I told him, my legs wrapping around him as if to bring his body closer to mine.

"Look at me." He ordered. I complied and look straight at him. "Let go."

At his mercy, I came undone, quivering underneath him. He followed shortly after and we both rode out our highs, whispering words of pure love to each other.

Harry rolled over to my side and kissed my lips before standing up from the bed. He walked over to my side and ran his thumb over my bottom lip.

"I love you so, so much." He whispered, brushing my hair from my face. "Sleep, Amelia. I'll be right back." He smiled and retreated to the bathroom. I closed my eyes, almost immediately succumbing to sleep.

I woke up to the sound of the shower going on, raising my head to find that Harry wasn’t with me, which was obvious since he was in the shower.

I put my head back down and rolled onto my stomach, bringing the blankets around me even tighter to keep my body warm. My phone kept ringing on the night stand, but I didn’t bother to answer, being too tired to even open my eyes.

The shower soon stopped, and within a few minutes I heard Harry enter the room. The bed tipped on my side as Harry sat down and rubbed at my bare back. I flinched once his long fingers made contact with my back, feeling the cold rush down my spine.

“You're cold.” I tiredly mumbled.

He pulled his hand away, rubbing them together before he pushed the hair away from my face, and leaning down to kiss my cheek.

My eyes fluttered open to take in the image of Harry. His hair was still wet, the curls swarmed around his forehead. I lifted my hand up and pushed them to the side, then letting my hand drop onto his lap.

“How are you feeling?” His voice was soft and concerned.

“Sore.”

“I’m sorry.” He said as he rubbed circles into my shoulder. “Do you want anything?”

“Lay with me.”

Harry nodded and walked to his side, climbing in. His sweatpants slightly rolled up as he slid his legs in. Lifting the blanket he covered himself, and scooted closer to me. I pulled the blanket to cover my exposed top, lifting my arm out of the warm confines to keep it down. I brought my hand up to Harry’s face, lightly rubbing over his lips.

“Your lips are shaped like a heart.” I quietly said.

Harry pursed his lips to kiss my thumb before he linked his arm around me to pull me closer to him. Our faces were now only centimeters apart; we stared at each other for a short time. I took in each detail of Harry, every blemish that still managed to make him perfect tied together all too well.

“You look beautiful without make up on.” Harry complimented as he ran his thumb over my eye brow.

“You too.” I joked.

Harry flashed me a smile, his teeth shined as he did so.

“I think I should shower.” I sighed as I rolled onto my back.

“Go and shower quickly and I’ll make us something to eat.” Harry offered.

I nodded, “Can you get me one of your sweaters first?”

Harry nodded and got up, making his way to the closet.

“A big one!” I added.

I heard Harry chuckle before he came back with a large hoodie, throwing it at me. I grabbed it off the duvet, quickly slipping it over myself before I got up. It fell about mid-thigh, which I was extremely thankful for. I walked over to Harry, placing my hands on his neck and pulling him down. I kissed his lips numerous times before going and kissing both of his cheeks. I pulled away as Harry’s face found its way to my cheek, slightly nudging my head to the side. I tilted my head, lightly laughing as Harry pressed soft kisses to my neck, following up to my jawline and finishing on my lips.

“Go make food, I’m hungry!”

Harry smiled down at me, leaning down and kissing me again. “Say you love me.” He pressed.

“No.” I shook my head as I held back a smile.

I turned away from Harry, walking towards the bathroom door. He followed behind me, taking his large hands to my waist and pulling me into him.

“Say you love me.” He whined as his chin rested on my shoulder.

“I love you, I love you.” I smiled as I turned to face him. “But I need to shower.”

“You’re too much.” He smiled as he shook his head.

I released myself from Harry again, going to the bathroom door as Harry walked out of the room.

“Make sure you feed Ruffles!” I shouted before closing the door behind me.

I quickly stripped off and took a long shower, thinking about all the events of the night before which made me blush.

I got out and put Harry’s sweater on again, then walking out to put on a pair of tights. I combed through my long wavy hair, putting it over my shoulders to fall to my back. I put on socks and then made my way downstairs, following the scent of food. I got into the kitchen and Ruffles immediately ran to me, jumping up my leg for me to pick him up.

“Did Harold feed you?” I asked as I picked him up and cradled him in my arms.

“Yes.” Harry answered, “And he shit on my floor.”

I held back a laugh as Harry turned to give me an angry glare. I placed Ruffles back down and went to Harry, hugging him from behind and placing my cheek on the indent of his back.

“Did you clean it up?” I asked.

“Nope.” He answered. “I left it for you.”

“You did not.” I said as I pulled away.

Harry turned to me, smirking. “But I did.” He pointed towards the large window.

“No Harryy!” I whined.

He turned and ripped off a piece of paper towel, handing it to me.

“Go on.” He pressed as he tapped my behind.

I gaped in the direction as I walked over, kneeling down to pick it up. I cupped the paper towel in my hand and placed it over top, picking it up and walking back to Harry.

“Where’s the garbage?” I asked in a strained voice.

He opened the door that sat under the sink, exposing the silver garbage can. I quickly threw it in and slammed the door behind it. I turned the sink on; flooding my hands in soap as I desperately washed them. Harry laughed as he flipped the pancake he was making.

“I’d pick up poo for you.” I said as I dried my hands, turning towards Harry.

“That is so sweet.” He pouted as he cocked his head to the side.

I slapped his arm and walked to lean on the counter beside the stove, watching him. Harry concentrated as he flipped the pancake, making sure it was no more than a golden brown before placing it in a plate.

“How many do you want?”

“Two.” I answered.

“Good job, little one.” Harry praised as he looked at me.

I furrowed my eyebrows at him, shaking my head as I went and got plates and utensils then going to set the table for the both of us.

We ate rather slowly. Harry was constantly telling me stories, of his childhood and tours. I finished before Harry, as he insisted on telling me each story, resulting in his last pancake getting soggy and ending up in the garbage.

We decided we were going to stay home for a while, and then we would decide if we wanted to go and pack my things. We went to the couch; Harry lit a fire in the fire place as I took a seat and wrapped myself in the blanket. Harry had made comments, saying I looked like a sausage roll and then coming and lifting my covered body onto his lap. He ran his finger over my eye lashes,

“You have really pretty eyes.” He said as he rubbed underneath them.

I opened my mouth to counter compliment, but the doorbell rang, as did my barks of Ruffles. Harry pecked my lips before slipping out from under me and going to the door.

“Ruffles!” I called.

The light thumping of Ruffles’ run came towards my on the couch. He lifted his front paws onto the couch, and I wiggled my arms out from the tight wrap of the blanket to pick him up. I placed him on my chest, rubbing his paws as he looked at me.

“You need to stop being so loud.” I softly ordered.

He tilted his head to the side, eyes still peering at me. I shook my head at his cluelessness and continued to pet him fur. I heard the door close, and muffles voices… familiar voices.

I stayed in my spot and waited for Harry to come back. But I was proven correct when Harry walked in, followed by two other bodies. Harry took his spot back on the couch where I lay, lifting my legs and putting them over his lap. Alyssa and Louis took a seat on the love seat beside the couch, both looking over at me.

“Hey.” Alyssa awkwardly said to me.

“Hi.” I nodded.

“We need to talk.” She stated. Louis nodded from behind her.

“Okay, go.”

“We all need to be on good terms. I’m due in a few weeks and the last thing I want is for there to be tension around me and the baby.” She started. “I know you’re upset that I said all those things to you, and that I left early without telling you. But I was hoping we could put it behind us and carry on.”

I looked at her, and then back to Ruffles curled up on my chest. My mother’s words played back in my head.

“And as for Alyssa, I think you need to work something out with her soon. It would be best.”