A/N: a picture of Marisol on the side

she makes me cry bc she's so pretty. i know some of ya'll will use her in your fanfics, so pls go ahead omf she perfection

louis really got game. louis won in fanfiction world. this. louis. fucking. won.

Serenity;

I haven't forgotten about Clary and the birth control pills that practically ruined what was left of my relationship with my mother. Never did I imagine it would happen so soon. Unfortunately life has a funny way of screwing things up. I had no clue as to how Willie got them. But I can only assume that it happened because I probably deserved it.

Clary was digging into her steak, sitting down next to Marisol, who was too busy trying to get Louis to admit something to make conversation with Clary. I made my way to her, pulling a chair next to her.

"Haven't been able to properly talk to you in the meanest while," I started, folding my hands.

She turned her head to look at me. Her brown eyes were searching my face as she pressed her lips together into a firm line. "Um...I heard about the birth control pill thing..."

"Yeah," was all I said, sighing. "You know what that costed me?"

"Dude, I'm sorry. Okay? Lillian was on my ass the day she found them. My mom finds out, and I'm dead," she explained quickly. "And Emily could've kept them. You weren't who I asked for in particular. I just said Serenity because you're the first person that popped into my head."

Lillian was the one and only fourteen year-old sister of Clary's. I used to despise that girl terribly -- and I still do. She is standing on this planet to test the will and patience of every human being she comes in contact with. Lillian was a groupie, to be fully honest. There wasn't a day she wouldn't latch onto an older guy with her group of groupies and praise them for everything they did. To put it simply, none of us really liked her.

"It happened and it can't be undone," I replied, shrugging my shoulders.

"Are you going to try and fix your relationship with your mother?" Clary inquired.

I paused to think. This was pretty much the only question that would take a lot of me to answer. "My mother won't be happy until I do as she says. Even if I'm miserable doing what she wants me to, she'll refuse to think I'm unhappy and keep pushing me towards things I don't want. I can't fix my relationship with my mother when we both can't come to terms with our problems. Of course I want to fix things, I just don't know how."

Clary was silenced when I finished. She stared at me, her eyes turning into slits. "Serenity...whoa."

"What?" I asked, frowning out of confusion.

She shook her head. "Have you noticed the way you are thinking of things? You sound much more...I don't know...it doesn't sound like you. Usually you'd say you don't care, and here you are saying you're willing."

I gave her a goofy, yet still confused, grin. "What? You mean I sound different?"

A chuckle left her lips. "Yes. More mature than before."

"Well, you're still bat shit crazy," I teased.

"I think Harry fucked all good things into you," she spat out, laughing loudly afterwards.

My eyes easily pride open in shock from her words. Beside us, Marisol snapped her head towards us and began to laugh. Louis must've found it hysterical, too, because he stood up and gave Clary a standing ovation for her comical comment. I sunk further into my seat, finding myself blushing rather than cursing at them for being idiots.

"Why aren't you bitching at me?" Clary chuckled, breathing in deeply and holding her stomach.

"Because it's obviously true," Harry said behind me. Oh great, my cocky son of a gun boyfriend heard yet another comment to feed and boost his ego.

They were amused and enjoyed the little banter until it began to fade out. Harry stood behind me, large hands grasping the back of the chair as he leaned down to whisper in my ear. "Too bad we haven't done such things."

"Stop it," I whined, moving my head away from his. I leant to the side, but he followed my movements with teasing chuckles escaping him.

"Hey, Serenity...you wanna know a secret?" Clary grinned widely.

Rolling my eyes, assuming this is just another of her stupid jokes, I shrugged my shoulders. "Remember when I texted you after you saw that guy at your fam's restaurant? Like two months ago?"

Perplexed, I shook my head slowly. "You mean...when I saw Harry for the first time?"

"Yeah, yeah!" She agreed eagerly. I heard Harry mutter behind me. Clary glanced up at Harry with the sneakiest look I've ever seen on her. "And I kept teasing you about it, and how he might actually be your type, and you kept saying he's not."

Now, I'm highly interested when Harry tried to interrupt her. "Go on. What the hell are you talking about?"

"Well...Harry does have a little secret. Just this one." She laughed. Louis and Marisol watched with concern, and I grew anxious as to where she was going with this. "I knew it was him the entire time."

"Clary!" Harry groaned out a whine.

Clary shushed him, and I grew confused even more. "That day he saw you, I was with them. Zayn and Wayne were with him, too. Remember? He stared at you for like ten minutes straight and then Wayne got tired of it and walked in to 'get your number for him' but ended up dragging them both in. That's how you saw Harry for the first time."

I literally couldn't find any reaction so I just laughed. "What?"

Harry groaned in annoyance. "She was on my side this entire time. When she kept texting you about me saying you'll think differently of me, she was sitting right next to me."

I stared bluntly, still a little surprised as Clary chuckled. "Yep. That...arousing male was Harry and I totally knew it. How he knew you were at that party? Work of muah," she giggled quite evilly. "How he was with us at the grocery store, knowing you'll be there because your mom does the grocery shopping every second Saturday...thanks to me. He convinced you to go bowling with us because I helped him. Harry was whipped on you since the beginning."

There was silence before I narrowed my eyes at her. "Are you telling me...you and Harry totally played me this entire time...just because he liked me...and didn't have the balls to do it himself?" I asked slowly, and lowly.

"Basically," Clary said just as Harry muttered, "Pretty much."

"Are you kidding me!?" I shouted, eyes widening. "Have you ever heard of approaching me and asking me on a date rather than fucking going through all that shit!"

"Well, approaching you felt like approaching a fucking lion because you were really mean!" Clary defended herself.

I turned my head to look at Harry, who was shrugging his shoulders innocently. "You sneaky little bastard."

"Hey, I did it because I couldn't help myself and you made me nervous," he quickly defend himself. "Don't be mad," he pleaded.

Louis immediately laughed. "Aw, look at Harold, losing his man balls."

Harry glared just as Marisol snapped at Louis, saying, "Louis, you do the dishes when I ask you to and you cook when I ask you to. With one look you're washing clothes, too. So who the little bitch now?" Marisol raised her eyebrows at Louis, arms crossed over her chest.

Louis sunk into his seat, blushing furiously. "Babe," he groaned. "Why do you always have to kill my tough guy vibe?"

"No me vengas con ese babe, pendejo. You are not a tough guy. You're my soft little Lulu." She teased, laughing when the rest of us practically couldn't breathe by the sound of "Lulu". Louis grunted in annoyance, frowning and moving away from her when she tried to lay her head on his shoulder.

Turning back to our previous topic, I said, "Harry, I'm not mad. Why would I be mad? I'm just...surprised is all. You just can't be normal, can you?"

"I don't do normal," Harry said. "I do you."

Clary rolled her eyes. "Overall, I think it worked pretty well. He wouldn't go say hi or anything to save his life. He would just admire you from afar."

"Aw," I laughed. "So cute."

The sun began to set as we all gathered and talked, listened to music, and set the fireworks off. Niall had this great idea in which he'd attempt to light three at a time, and ended up lighting a box on fire. Fortunately, no one was severely burned, though Niall did cry about his finger.

As for Emily, she didn't return into we had put the fireworks up and no one decided to question her. All except for me. She told me her and Zayn worked things out, but she agreed to be his friend and only his friend like they were before. She has little faith that it will stay that way, as she can feel herself wanting to be with him. I just hope she hops on the Niall train and see where it goes.

Emily's all insecure but now she has two hot guys fighting for her. She can't possibly argue against that. Especially when they look like Niall and Zayn.

Overall, the night was good. As everyone was leaving, Harry begged me to stay the night. I wanted to say yes, but I'm more worried about what my parents at home are thinking. I know they agreed they don't care what I do with my life anymore, but I can't help but still feel like I need to sneak around.

After constant pleading, I agreed. I said goodnight to Gemma and Anne, made baby noises at Harry's nephews, and happily bid Ashton goodnight as well. Harry shut the door behind him as I kicked off my heels. "I need clothes," I sang randomly, feeling tired but strangely energetic at the same time. I did this little twirl and turned around with my arms in the air, seeing Harry was already taking off his shirt.

"No you don't," he quickly teased, picking me up from the floor by the waist and carrying me towards his bed. In a fit of giggles, I was put down on the mattress, having him climb over me and laugh. I slapped his chest, demanding to be freed when he nudged his nose with mine, playfully growling. "No, never."

I snuggled my face into his neck, smiling and asking, "Did I really make you nervous?"

"Holy fuck, yes. Just looking at you made me almost piss my pants." He admitted.

"Why?" I laughed.

"Because you are so fucking beautiful. Perfect, even. And I never believed in perfection, so when I saw it for the first time, it scared me."

That was probably the most endearing thing he's said to me so far. He constantly refuses to think he's soft. Unfortunately for him, he is and I'm loving it. "You're so cute."

"I'm a man." He snapped.

Amused, I pressed a light kiss to his neck and peppering more up to his soft, pink lips. "You're my man," I mumbled against his mouth, feeling him grin.

"Damn right," he agreed.

+

I love it when I wake up, and Harry decides it's perfectly, fucking suitable for him to throw me off the bed in our sleep -- please be aware of the sarcasm. He does it all the time. Hogging the bed for himself and I end up being tossed to the floor. I angrily stood up, watching him while he lied on his stomach, legs and arm spread flat across the bed.

The clock read nine thirty-six in the morning. It was too early for me. I needed at least another hour to properly function. Huffing to myself, I climbed back onto the bed and lied myself on top of him. It would be really uncomfortable to anyone, but let's see how he likes it when he wakes up with back pain.

It must've been two hours later when I heard Gemma's voice.

"Those two are a strange couple."

Anne was laughing. "This is hysterical. I love them together."

"Same here. But how do they end up sleeping with one on top of the other?"

Harry grumbled beneath me. "My thoughts exactly."

Prying an eye open, I felt a tickling sensation on my nose. I realized my nose was near Harry's curls, my chest pressed against his bare back. I had borrowed Harry's t-shirt and a pair of his boxers. He lied just in his own. Giggling, I muttered, "Bed hogger."

Anne and Gemma were too amused at the sight while Harry began to push me off of him. I laughed loudly, clinging onto him as he tossed around. He stood on his knees, my arms around his neck from behind and my legs wrapping around his back. When he finally stood, I was clinging on to him for my life, giggling as he groaned at me.

"Serenity, get off," he groaned.

"No!" I giggled.

Both his mom and his sister left after that, telling us breakfast is ready. I still hung onto Harry as we went downstairs to get food. "Baby, get off," he warned lowly just when we made it into the kitchen. No one was in there except for Belle, who was almost falling asleep into her bowl of cereal. Grinning, I jumped off of Harry.

Belle whimpered. "Hawwy, I'm tired."

"Go back to sleep, darling," he approached her, kissing her forehead and picking her up from her chair. He sat down and let her sit on his lap while I sat across from them on a stool. Belle shook her head in disagreement, and Harry only agreed to whatever she decided.

She turned and saw me, her eyes widening. Her little hand came up and waved. "Hi, Sariri!"

Belle can go from tired to energetic within seconds. I smiled at her leaning my cheek against my fist, my elbowing supporting my arm. "Hey, Bells."

"Did you sleep here?" She asked curiously.

"I sure did. Did you?" I teased.

She giggled, then proudly exclaiming, "Yes, I did!" Belle turned her head a bit to glance up at Harry, who already was looking down at her. "Is she your girlfwiend now?"

Harry grinned. "Yes, Belle. She is my girlfriend."

Belle beamed at him, giggling out, "Did you guys kisss?"

I shook my head. "Ugh, no. Cuties!"

She frowned at me. "Harry said he doesn't have cuties. But otha boys do!"

I glanced at Harry, trying to hide my smirk. "Oh really? What did he say about the other boys?"

"They have cuties and they are bad."

Harry nodded his head. "Niall has cuties, too!"

Belle crossed her arms over her chest, pouting angrily. "No he doesn't!" Her face went beet red at the mention of Niall. My mouth fell agape, almost wanting to laugh at the fact that Belle probably has a little crush on Niall. She didn't wait for an answer as she angrily hopped off Harry's lap and ran towards Anne in the living room.

Scoffing, I stood up and smacked Harry's arm. "Why did you do that? She's only four!"

"Which is why she shouldn't be crushing on anyone!" Harry exclaimed, staring up at me. "And for your information, I don't have cuties."

"Sure you don't."

A/N: another update coming maybe. Goal: 200!

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