I rested the next few days until Christmas Eve when my parents showed up. I lied and told everyone, including Niall who stopped by the day after my fall, that I had simply slipped in the shower. 

We did not need to get into details of how good Harry's dick was that it made my knees weak.

Especially Harry, who did not need a bigger ego.

As for Harry, he had been so attentive, bringing me everything I needed to me and helping me in the shower before bed (although I really think that was for his benefit.)

He was such boyfriend goals, except he wasn't my boyfriend. Why am I not dating him?

He spent most of the other time with his mom and took her around town to show her all the Christmas lights and to go shopping after work.

Anne wanted to make a special dinner on Christmas Eve, so I was helping her by peeling potatoes at the dining room table while she stuffed a mix of cheese and vegetables into the chicken. My dad and Harry went out to get some bottles and a few necessities, and my mom was finishing wrapping presents in my bedroom.

My mom was always one to leave everything for the last minute.

"It was so lovely of you to bring me out here," Anne spoke up. "I don't know how to thank you."

Believe me, making your son was enough to thank me.

"Yeah, I could tell Harry was beginning to miss you a lot. I mean he's been such a good friend to me these few months especially after my break up." I almost wanted to giggle but I held back.

You can't tell the mom of the man who's the best sex you've ever had that he's the best, so I'm just gonna say he's been emotionally good to me.

"So you and Harry." She began, "you guys are close right?" I nodded slowly, where was she going with this? "Has he been seeing anyone?"

I peeled my last potato and began chopping them into cubes to place in a bowl as she asked of me. "No, no one actually." She nodded.

"Well, he's going to have trouble finding anyone if he continues to live here." She chuckled. "But I'm glad he has you as a friend, you're very good for him. I wish you two would get together." My eyes widened.

"I'm positive Harry's not interested in me that way." I chuckled nervously.

"Probably not." She agreed quicker than I would have wanted her to.

Gee thanks, Anne.

A part of me wished she'd tell me he was interested since she would know him the best, but her quick words made me believe that he wasn't interested at all.

Back to the drawing board, I suppose.

"I liked his last girlfriend, Jessy, she was lovely wasn't she?" I smiled and nodded.

Yeah, lovely, sure.

More like a controlling bitch.

"They wanted different things." I shrugged. "I think it's best that Harry stays single right now, I mean he is trying to get his life together and doesn't need distractions."

No distractions equal girlfriends, because if Harry dates then we can't have sex and I can't pretend during sex that we are together.

I sound crazy.

"Well that's true, but he's almost twenty-seven years old, he should begin thinking about settling down. He wants to have kids and be married someday and maybe living with his best friend isn't the way to do it."

I didn't like the way she was talking right now. When did she get all sassy and annoying?

"I think it's up to Harry to do what makes him happy. I don't mind him living here, and he doesn't seem to want to leave." I was being slightly passive-aggressive.

She sighed, "that's not what he told me?" Excuse me lady, but I know him the best.

Don't I?

My heart dropped. "Wait, what?"

She shrugged, "he didn't want to bring it up, but he thinks he should look for a place of his own." If this was true, why didn't Harry talk to me about it?

I'm not hurt just surprised.

And a little hurt I guess.

Maybe he just wanted to tell her what she wanted to hear, and she's 'ditzy' enough to believe it. I knew Harry the best and I'm going to go with that.

My mom came in on cue and came over to help, distracting Anne long enough for me to go outside for a walk.

It was raining but I felt so hot inside of the kitchen and needed some fresh air.

I stood out in the parking lot holding an umbrella in the rain when Harry and my dad pulled up to a parking spot and stepped out holding bags of groceries. Harry seemed to notice me and called my name, but I ignored him.

He went inside and a minute later came out to stand near me. "Why are you out here in the rain? Little dramatic aren't we?" He chuckled.

I didn't say anything but sighed as I looked up to meet eye to eye with him. "Are you moving out?" He rolled his eyes and shook his head.

"My mum talked to you?" He seemed annoyed, but not necessarily with me.

"So it's true?" I was slightly disappointed until he spoke again.

"No, she suddenly wants to act interested and I just told her what she wanted to hear. I don't get to see her often and didn't want to fight with her. If I was ever thinking of leaving, I would tell you, Bee." I nodded.

Ha, I know your son better.

I looked down at my soggy shoes and shook my head thinking of a million things at once. My feelings for Harry hadn't stopped, and maybe I wasn't thinking clearly again.

We could stop having sex and take a break and maybe some time apart will help me realize I'm not actually in love with him- wait did I just say, love?

Autocorrect in real life is a bitch.

No, I don't love him, right? (Nervous laughter)

That's it, no more sex.

Oh God the thought of us spending less time together made my heart crack a little. I can't do this, I do like him.

"You okay?" I nodded. "Promise?" I looked up at him and just rushed over and hugged him tightly. "Alright let's get you inside, don't want you to slip again now do we." I smacked his ass and he giggled. "Baby girl, that's gonna get me going." I rolled my eyes.

Fuck, I want him to gag me and call me baby girl.

I have been spending way too much time with him.

Also, I need Jesus.

I looked up at him and smiled. "Kiss me?" He seemed taken back but leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. I pulled away and smiled. "Can I tell you something?" He nodded. "I like kissing you."

Take the hint, Harry, please.

"I like kissing you too." A gust of wind made me shiver and we both looked back and decided to go back inside.

Well, that's a start I guess.

*

Dinner and drinking went well and at midnight we decided to open gifts since my parents had to leave early in the morning.

Apparently, they were going on a vacation, lucky bastards.

I had gotten Niall a few things and he seemed to enjoy his new tutu the best. I also bought him a new pair of sunglasses, a bottle of his favorite whiskey and a cologne both Harry and I got him. He hugged both of us and smiled big. "Best parents a kid can ask for."

Well now Harry and I have an Irish gay son, and we couldn't be more proud.

Harry got a few nice things from both my parents and his mom, and I was secretly hoping he would love what I got him. "This one's for you Bonnie." I looked at the name and saw it was from Harry.

Slowly unwrapping it I gasped at the framed photo of us from when we were teenagers. The first photo we had ever taken that I hadn't seen in at least eight years. "Oh my God, where did you find it?"

"I had it in some of my stuff and framed it, our first photo together." I nodded holding close to my heart.

I opened another gift and it was one of my favorite perfumes, I had stopped wearing it because Daniel didn't like the smell and completely forgot all about it. "I love this stuff, thank you!" He smiled.

"Here, last one." Although I knew Harry had a few gifts he wanted to give to me privately, every single gift was special to me. 

Harry

She opened the last present and gasped when she realized it was a vinyl copy of one of her favorite albums. "The killer's Hot fuzz! No way! You know how much I love Mr. Brightside!" She jumped up and hugged me tightly, everyone looking at me with that knowing smile.

That was the song that was playing when I realized I was in love with her.

That perfume was my favorite scent and reminded me of her.

That photo never left my wallet.

I didn't care anymore, I was going to tell Bonnie that I loved her. 

But when would we have a chance alone?

*

Bonnie had gotten me a book filled with jokes, each one she thought I would love had a sticky note attached to it. She got me a Walkman (Yes a fucking Walkman) to play my collection of tapes, and a ring in the shape of a rose that I had my eye on for so long. 

I didn't tell her that night after Christmas how I felt because after presents we all got wasted and played a dancing game Niall had brought over.

In fact, it had been three days since Christmas and we still haven't opened our 'NSFW' presents. So today after work I was going to tell her, I refuse to leave the year without addressing my feelings and tonight was the night.

I came home and was surprised to find that Bonnie was home with her two friends Ashleigh and Sara.

Fuck I forgot tonight was wine night.

"Harry!" They all cheered and drank.

My mum had gone home a day ago and tonight I was hoping to be alone with Bonnie, but now that was not a possibility.

"Ladies, how is- Niall what are you doing here?" Niall walked from the kitchen with a new bottle of red wine and smiled.

"Harold, it's wine night, get a glass and join us." All the girls laughed as he sat in the middle of them and poured the red alcohol into their glasses.

I sighed, "uh actually I'm gonna go lay down for a while." Bonnie looked at me and watched me as I walked straight to my bedroom, closing the door.

My feelings we're actually making me go crazy right now.

This sucks.

*

Next few chapters y'all

Thanks for reading. Xx

-k