Harry drove with his hands on the steering wheel, a lazy grin plastered on his face with the one dimple indenting his left cheek. I sat in the passenger seat, giggling and covering my mouth with my hand with care as to not mess and smudge the red lip stick I just remembered I have on.

"No seriously, Serenity," Harry joked, the on-going joke becoming much more amusing than it starter, "You're different than other girls. You're my everything. "

Throwing my head back in laughter, I breathlessly said, "What about the whole you have my heart shit?"

We sat in his car as we drove to wherever he's taking me, making fun of cheesy romance lines and movies we promised we'd watch together. We were saying these things in the open because we both hated when things got too cheesy, or when it became so cheesy we got uncomfortable and annoyed. We're just like those people. Those people who can't stand anything cheesy, but at the same time are a bunch of cheeseballs.

Harry suddenly dropped one hand on the steering wheel and across the console he faced it up so his palm was seen. He glanced at me with the same grin still on his face, offering me his hand with the cheesiest, cheeky look on his face. And I gladly took it, entwining or fingers together as my eyebrows raised with a smirk laced on my lips.

"Your hands are so cute," he laughed suddenly after three minutes of silence. He shook his head, glancing down at my hands every now and then as he played with them between his fingers. "Aww, baby, look at your pinky," he gushed teasingly, making me redden in the face.

The heat rose to my face from my neck, and up to the tips of my ears. "Stop it," I muttered, wanting to pull away from his hand, but he held it tighter. "Harry," I whined, chuckling.

He brought my hand to his lips, peppering tiny pecks all over my small. Between pecks, he mumbled, "So cute." He kissed my knuckles once more. "I kinda just wanna eat your hands," he laughed louder than before.

"Is this how you talk to Belle when I'm not around?" I asked, laughing.

An eyebrow rose and his face a\s he pursed his lips. "I should probably stop that."

I leaned into my seat as he held my hand near his lips, his eyes focused on the road ahead of us. Harry came in his Audi and immediately I was surprised beyond belief. I've never seen a car like that in real life, and here's Harry showing up in one at my front door.

In the car I started to think about where we we're heading. Houses began to become less frequent, the scenery changing into numerous tall trees and more and more vegetation. We've been driving for thirty minutes when I finally ask, "Harry...where are we going?"

"I'm going to kidnap you and murder you in the middle of the woods," he said darkly, squeezing my hand tightly.

Rolling my eyes, I stared up at him through my narrowed eyes and thick eyelashes. "Oh no," I played along dryly.

"It's your own fault for not believing me. I have an axe in the back seat," he added nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulders. "You can look for it if you don't believe me. We're not even going on a date."

I watched him with my eyebrows raised as he focused on the road, not looking away to talk to me before I said, "Aw, that's too bad. I was hoping you'd get me out of this dress." Harry kept playing with my fingers, kissing my knuckles and smirking, yet he hadn't replied to me afterwards.

Twenty minutes later, we pulled up to a gate that Harry got out of the car to open. My eyes scanned the area. It was filled with beautiful tints and shades of pink flowers. Vines grew into the gate, yet it added to the beauty. A loud metal screeched when Harry finally pulled back the other half of the gate. I watched the way brown, smooth brick beneath us had weeds growing out of it. Besides my horrible descriptions about my imagery, I was amazed by the vegetation that grew around. So much dark green and pink mixed together looked so pretty.

Harry hopped back into the car, silently beginning to drive forward. I was eager to see the building that we pulled up to. It was a house made entirely out of bricks and long wooden panels. It was a sort of log house with large glass windows that were perfectly cleaned. Besides the lot of grass growing around, it was mowed and cut freshly. I knew because the lawn mower was near a small outdoor closet, forgotten to be put away. Immediately, I felt a smile creep up on my face, knowing somehow Harry had to do with the mowing of this lawn, and how time he actually put in it.

The butterflies in my stomach were taking large strokes, making it impossible for me to feel calm when the car finally stopped. There was going to be talking and laughing and all that stuff in which dates revolve around. I can't hold a conversation about myself for too long because immediately I'll run out of things to say. But I'm a careless girl. I rarely have anything to hide, so I should just ramble on until he tells me to shut up or something. He's good at shutting me up, anyways.

I was pulled from the car's passenger seat by Harry, who grinned down at me. "This is my mom's log cabin she bought a few summers back when we went here as a vacation. We rarely use it now. Usually come here to think," he told me as he lead me inside.

"This is so beautiful," I gasped when we walked inside. The wood was polished to perfection, the furniture was mostly glass and a dark wood. The floors were a mocha kind of wood color, grey fur rug near the brown couches. There was a fire place made out of entirely dark grey bricks. There was a hallway off to my left that led to other rooms. Everything was freshly cleaned, and I could smell the lemon scented disinfectant in the air. I smiled widely, feeling giddy and secretive knowing Harry put so much effort in this.

The sunlight streamed in from the large windows, the beams of light reflecting on the glass surfaces. But what caught my eye was the dinner set up in the middle of the rather large cabin. There were unlit candles around the area along with a thin glass vase in the middle only holding a single daisy. It was a daisy rather than a rose. Usually you'd think roses. But like everything else Harry is and does, he does his own thing. He gets a freaking daisy, and I love it.

Food was already prepared, the plates covered by another upside down, preserving the heat and warmth of the food. I wondered who cooked because I doubt Harry did, but judging by his great ability to make pancakes this morning I'm pretty sure he probably did cook it himself.

"I thought..." he began, and I turned to look at him, "Maybe we could be a little cheesy for a night."

Grinning gently, I bit my lip and turned around as fast as I could before he caught me blushing. "This is all so cute." I whispered. "I don't even care how cheesy this is. No one's ever done it for me."

"Well," Harry grinned, his arms snaking around my waist from behind. "I'm doing it for you. Trust me I wouldn't have put in all this damn work on this date for just anyone."

"And thank you for that." I turned around in his arms, placing my own around his neck. It was easier to kiss him, but as he leaned down to do what I've been thinking about for most of the time since we left Emily's house, I turned my head to the side as he accidentally pecked my cheek. "Don't want red lips, Harry. Not yet, anyways."

He groaned, rolling his eyes playfully before moving away from me. I watched him as he walked over to the dinner table, pulling out a chair. "Come on, I rehearsed this all by myself. Just remembering not to be an asshole. I took lessons from Maria on how to be a gentleman on a date, too."

I laughed, shaking my head at the thought of Harry reminding himself what to do on a date. "Thank you," I told him as I sat down.

He nodded his head, his eyes lost for a second as he was probably checking off the mental list he made in his head. "My pleasure. I'm starved, though."

"Same here," I sighed, raising an eyebrow. "Now before I even look at the food," I began, making him stop from reaching to take off the plate covering his food and look up at me, "Did you cook this?"

"Of course not," he chuckled, "I can't actually cook if that's what you thought this morning. Those pancakes were out of pure luck."

Shaking my head with a grin plastered on my face, I said, "You're a lucky guy."

He stared at me, his eyes never leaving me as I slipped the plate off the other holding the contents of tonight's meal. I finally felt his eyes still burning into mine when he seriously said, "I know."

I blushed furiously at the way he said it. Serious and slow. His raspy, deep voice made chills crawl up my spine in attempt to make me nervous. My palms were already warming up in this cabin under his intense gaze. "Stop it...just stop," I told him, placing my elbows on the table and my hands to my reddening cheeks.

"What?" He laughed innocently.

"W-when you say stuff like that to me it just...I don't know. It...it feels weird." I stammered out, sighing heavily.

"But you look so cute flustered. And I'm only being honest here. I'm lucky you even agreed to go on this date with me. I'm kind of annoying," he smirked, watching my every move.

I rose an eyebrow at him. "Kind of?" I teased.

"Maybe a lot."

"That makes two of us then," I chuckled, removing my elbows from the table.

Harry paused for a moment as we began to eat. My plate was filled with food that looked too good to be made in a regular kitchen. I raised my eyebrows at my plate before glancing up at Harry who was already laughing silently at me. "Harry..."

"It's KFC," he laughed loudly, and I burst out in amusement right afterwards.

"Oh my god," I breathed, shaking my head. I can't believe Harry would even think about this, but honestly it's the funnies thing that's ever happened to me. This is a perfect way to start out a date. Because nothing is better than your loser date being a bigger loser. No one's done that before. First date, and the food is fucking KFC.

"You're not one of those girls who cares about carbs and shit, right?" He asked, almost wincing for my answer.

I shook my head. "Oh god, no. You've seen my thighs. I don't care how many calories I eat," I said carelessly, still breathless from laughing so hard. I threw my head back again, unable to control the laughter that was escaping me. My stomach began to hurt. "I can't believe you bought fucking KFC. I love this."

Harry chuckled at my reaction. "I don't care what size your thighs are. They give you nice curves because everything else is perfectly sized. I'm not trying to be cheesy, but you're perfect."

"Well too bad. It's cheesy as hell," I smiled, still breathless from laughing. He returned the smile before I grunted and stared at the food. "I'm trying to decide whether to just take off my dress and eat this greasy food without it on."

He put his hands in the air. "Go ahead, I really, really don't mind even though there's a napkin right beside you." He said quickly.

I scowled at him playfully, only getting a smirk in return. "Now that I think about it I am in the mood for KFC."

"It's love food. Chicken has always been love food." He said nonchalantly, which I thought was hilarious because he's never sounded more ridiculous. But I held back my laughter and grabbed the first boneless chicken with my fork, examining it before biting into it.

"Why do I keep laughing about this?" I breathed, putting down the chicken on my fork after swallowing the bite. Harry chuckled with the food in his mouth, making sure to keep his mouth closed as he chewed. I began to giggle, covering my mouth with my hand. "I just, I fucking can't," I mumbled into my hand, tears stinging my eyes as I began to laugh so hard.

Harry watched me. "I'm not even trying to make you laugh. I thought I was going to be dry all night," Harry sighed in relief. "Thank God for KFC."

I shook my head, inhaling deeply. I'm sure my face was now red from all the laughing I did. Harry couldn't hold back the grin on his face as he watched me. "Not only are you just so dumb, but it's probably one of my favorite things about you. You never cease to surprise me."

"Thank you," he bowed his head playfully. "I could say the same thing about you. I never thought I would be able to tell people a girl attempted to murder me with a math text book."

I grinned at the memory, though I knew it completely contrasted to how we act around each other now. But not by much. We're still insulting each other, though we appreciate it. Call it weird, but this is how I like things. I can still tease him and he can still tease me, yet there's that feeling of pure bliss when we kiss. I like it. I like it so much I'm afraid it might make me feel empty if it ever ends.

"Five hundred and sixty six pages of pure death," I told him, biting into my chicken with my teeth fully on show. I received a small glance from Harry before he dug into his food some more. We were both chewing whe I thought about the whole Wayne dilemma. "Harry...about the Wayne thing --"

"It's taken care of," he replied quickly, and bitterly. "We're not friends anymore, let's just leave it at that."

My eyebrows raised in shock. "Not friends? Wait what? What happened?"

"I punched him so now he's got a bloody lip and Zayn spilled on how he doesn't know how he feels about Emily. Though there was a girl half naked behind him so I'm sure he doesn't give a shit about Emily. Just trying to seem like a good lad," Harry rolled his eyes. "I wish I gave him more than a bloody lip."

I huffed. "He deserves more. If I ever see him I'll --"

"Don't get involved with those assholes," he snapped, almost warning me like I'm a child. I didn't react with stubborness or shock that he spoke to me that way. I knew I was angering him by talking about this topic, which we should obviously move away from. "If I ever see Wayne or Zayn anywhere from three to ten feet from you, they'll need an ambulance."

Wow, I thought to myself. Not only was Harry's threat really dominant and assertive, but it was hot. Dominance looked good on Harry. His eyebrows would forrow and his plump, pink lips would turn up into a snarl. The dark look in his usually pale green eyes was just pure lust and screaming for attention. Besides how good he locked mad and assertive, I realized that Harry truly means for me to stay away, and if that's what he wants then I'll grant it for him. I haven't seen Harry really mad yet, and I'm sure I don't want to be the cause of it.

"Okay, I'll stay away," I told him gently, trying to avoid angering him.

He sighed. "Good. Because I've realized what a mistake it was being friends with that ass."

"It's whatever, Harry. He's nothing anymore. Plus, this is our date. Just you and me, okay? Let's not waste our breath on someone as useless and pathetic as Wayne." I cooed, attempting to relax him with only my voice. Even though I couldn't hold his hand across the glass surface, or run my hand through his curls to calm him, he still relaxed and let his tense muscles breathe.

"Alright, babe," he sighed, shaking away the thoughts with a nod of his head.

I racked my brain for conversation starters. "How come you said your mom's never around?" Well I had to start somewhere. Not exactly the best place to start, right after trying to get him to relax.

Harry, however, seemed unfazed by my question. More than willing to answer it. "She's always working. I sometimes forget how her voice sounds like or what makes her laugh and such. Barely is in Belle's life as well."

I frowned slightly. "I wish my mom was barely in my life," I muttered, but he heard me.

"No you don't, Serenity. Your mother is a pain in the ass and I haven't even met her, which no thanks I don't want to," he said, eyes wide with his hands in the air, and even then he made me chuckle softly, "But I know you don't truly hate her. I don't hate my mom. My dad, though..he's a totally different story."

I hummed, contemplating what he said. "I just hate the way she treats me. It's like I have literally no life of my own. She's so...controlling. I want control in my life. I don't want someone else telling me who to hang out with or what kind of underwear I should wear. And the way she treats me is awful. Sometimes it feels like she isn't even my mother. She fails to be that guidance in my life, Harry," I shook my head sadly, "I do want my mother, but she isn't one to me."

Harry nodded, and I loved that he was a good listener. You'd think he'd be an awful one, but he looked at me and nodded to every word I said. He gave me his undivided attention, and I was loving it.

"I guess I understand. Sure I don't know what it's like, but I get where you're coming from. My mom's the type to let me do whatever I want, and that's where my criminal record was first created." He sighed, placing a hand on the glass table. "I stole from a video game store with Zayn when we were fourteen. And I stole a bike when I was fifteen. The list goes on and on and on. I wouldn't say I'm proud of it, but I don't regret it. I hate regretting things, so I just let them be there in the past. I have one last warning before they put that ankle tracker thing around my ankle."

He gets more impressive every time he speaks about himself. Harry is more down to Earth than I am, which makes us different in at least one way. I'm regretful and bitter and yes I can hold grudges but not for long. Harry seems careless and being able to avoid regret at all cost is an accomplishment anyone should be proud of.

Here goes nothing.

"I lost my virginity when I was fifteen," I gulped, staring down at my now empty plate. "I've done things I regret, Harry, and I can't even name them all. I wish I could be like you. You don't care, you don't live in the past. But I can't seem to get over mine."

I didn't dare to look up at him. Was he disgusted that I lost my virginity at fifteen? That's not the only problem with me. Doing drugs was just a one time thing and I only did it at a few parties but that was it. I didn't want to recite to him all the crap I've done because as I go down the list it gets worse and worse. Until the point where when I had my first fling and things didn't end so well. I'm ashamed, and I don't want Harry to know about it.

"Serenity," he called me softly, "look at me." There was a silence, a paused moment so hard for me to just look at him in the eyes. But I did it anyway. When I did, there was nothing in them that could tell me what he was thinking. I don't know what he was thinking and it was driving me mad. "Baby, it's okay. I lost mine when I was fourteen. We've all done stupid, stupid things. I'm just...I stopped caring. And you haven't, which is a good thing. Because if you were more like me about doing things you'd probably be a wreck and it'd be ten times worse."

He was right, though he didn't know the half of it. "You don't know the things I've done."

"I don't, yeah. But eventually when you want to I will know them. And I swear on my life that it won't make me think any less of you. It'd be hard for me to judge you based on things you did against things you will do, alright?" His voice was gentle with me. So caring and full of hope that I won't reject the way he saw things.

I bit my lip, swallowing down the lump in my throat. "I'm a mess, okay? Everything in my life, from someone else's point of view, is perfect. Perfect grades, perfect hair all the time and my shirt is always tucked in and shit. But fuck, I'm a mess." Don't you fucking cry, I shouted at myself in my head. I didn't want to be emotional, but the failed the second my lip began to tremble. I was going to cry, and it became apparent to Harry.

His chair was silent as he pushed it back and stood up. He walked over to me, lifted me from the chair and I practically jumped into his arms. My head lied on his chest, his arms wrapping around me so tightly I felt like he'd never let go. His iron grip was the only sense of sanity that was provided in my life. He held so tight that I felt safe, no matter how corny that sounded. It just felt so real.

I sniffled against his shirt, feeling the soft fabric brush against my pink cheek. My arms wrapped around his upper body, right underneath his arm pits. I felt him kiss my hair, rubbing my back and telling me to "let it all out."

I spoke against his shirt, tears at the corner of my eyes burning more than ever. "It's just so hard," I croaked, "It's hard having so much to say but I can't say anything. I have all these feelings bottled up that I avoid because my mom will reject me and every word I say. My dad doesn't give a shit about my feelings, either. He sides with my mother. Willie only likes to get me into trouble, which is usual for a five year-old. But I see how you and Belle are and you know something? Willie never, ever needs me. He does everything on his own and doesn't want to even play games with me."

Sniffing, I shut my eyes tightly, trying to avoid letting tears ruing Harry's shirt and ruin the eyeliner on my face. I've never spoken to anyone about my feelings like this. Emily's heard enough about my feelings, and she's the only one who's heard it once. Clary doesn't care much about my feelings. I'm only her party friend. No one else can say they've heard me speak like that. Now to add to that one person list, Harry's on it.

I kept hearing every calm breath he took, his hand rubbing my back in a comforting manner I felt like I could sleep in his arms right now. "Baby, I'm sorry that you feel that way. I'm not one to give a shit about feelings, but I care about yours. So much. And if you ever need me to beat the shit out of someone...I'll risk my last warning for you."

My head turned up to look up at him while he held me in his arms. Our eyes locked and I found myself leaning up to kiss him, and he leant down to close the gap between our lips. The first kiss of the night and already I'm feeling the sensation close to being burned alive. But the pain and burn is good. The sting is what makes me feel alive whenever we kiss. His lips were warmer than usual, soft and plump just like I love them.

I pulled away, our lips making a small pop sound when we finally parted. Sighing, I buried my face into his chest while he continued rubbing my back in comfort. I want to be his, I'm dying to be his. Because the way he treats me is at the same time as care free as the way my friends do and as gentle, caring, and affectionate as a boyfriend should. He's stupid, mischievous, and sometimes a bit of an asshole but he's everything I want to be mine.

"Let's do something. Get your mind off this shit, okay?" He whispered, and I immediately nodded.

+

It was probably really late now. But we were blasting music in the log house, a band named The 1975 was playing as Harry brought their CD from his car. I never heard of them, but they're really good and their song Chocolate played softly in my ears as I lied down on the fur rug, playing go fish with Harry.

I had kicked off my heels and they were by the fireplace at the moment. Harry took off his bow tie and threw it somewhere after cursing at it for a minute straight, which was hilarious. Harry lied across from me, looking down at his cards in concentration. I bit my lip, loving the way he looked right now. His hair wasn't as neat anymore and his shirt was again unbuttoned at the few buttons at the top.

"Okay...do you have a king?" I asked.

Harry looked down at his cards. "Go fish."

I scoffed. "Bullshit!"

He gasped, glaring at me playfully. "It is not bullshit! I don't have a king!"

"Yeah? Show me your cards!"

"The entire purpose of the game is for you to guess my cards, babe!" He shouted back. "I can't just show 'em to you! The whole game has to get started again!"

I huffed, rolling my eyes and pouting my lips afterwards. "Fine." I picked another card from the deck, not wanting to be childish but it was too late for that.

"Alright. Do you want a kiss?" Harry asked, smirking at me.

Clenching my jaw, I wrinkled my nose and said, "Go ffish." I knew I was losing, but I wasn't going to go down without a fight.

"Ah, baby," he chuckled, "Don't be like that. Come here."

Losing my "not going down without a fight" act, I pouted as I scooted on the rug towards him, cutting off the inches between us when our lips met. Harry kept giving me little pecks, depriving me from the steamy kisses that did satisfy my hunger. I groaned, wanting to deepen each little peck he gave me, but he laughed anyway. After a few other short, cute little kisses he gave me a long, deepened kiss that made my heart explode in my chest.

I wondered how I haven't died or fainted from the feeling.

We were interrupted by the sound of my phone going off. I was too distracted by Harry's lips kissing my jaw that I picked up my phone without checking caller ID.

"Hello?"

"Serenity," Emily groaned, "I just got my period and if you're coming back here and not too busy having sex with your new boyfriend, I need you to bring me tampons when you get here unless you want me lying in a pool of my blood."

Rolling my eyes and kissing Harry's nose, I said, "Alright, Ems. I'll get them for you. But I gotta go, bye." I hung up on her without receiving a reply. I threw my phone on the couch as Harry began to stand, bringing me up with him and sitting on the couch, my body being forced to straddle his waist. I loved this position. I felt dominant for just a little while when we kissed.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing his lips harder than before. A soft, breathless moan left my lips when Harry's hand trailed down my back, down to my ass and squeezing roughly. Flashbacks from the party when we first met momentarily went off in my head before I wished to remove my dress.

Harry was steps ahead of me, though. His fingers were already pulling down the zipper of my dress. His hand traveled inside the dress, feeling the warm skin of my back as our lips parted for air. My hands had been subconsciously running through his hair, messing it around more.

Seconds later, my phone went off again. I groaned, knowing it was Emily again. I went to reach it, but Harry grunted and grabbed my hand, placing it on his shoulder. "Ignore her, babe." He mumbled against my skin, kissing the upper corner of my lips. He smiled against the skin there. "I love this little beauty mark above your lips. So cute," he teased me, making me smack his chest.

"Stop it, dumb ass."

"Make me, big t*ts," he remarked hotly.

I growled playfully, grabbing his face and pulling his lips back to mine. My phone went off yet again, and I knew I had to pick it up to get rid of her. Once I did, Harry was kissing down my jaw and let out of a groan when my hips shifted and rubbed our crotches together.

"Emily," I breathlessly scolded, "I'm kinda busy here." Harry grunted, biting my neck and making me whimper. I slapped his face away carefully, sighing when he said "Hang up, right now."

"Serenity...Ryan...Carter!" My mother yelled.

I nearly dropped my phone between us when I shrieked.

"M-mom," I stammered.

A/N: Oh no. Comment and Vote. What happens next?!