A/N: although I'm 98% sure most of you disregard my author notes, warning there is smut in this chapter

^ all the more reason not to care and read on lol

True Love by Coldplay (highly suggest you play this song. it's sad but I just love the melody for the chapter)

Harry;

I'm not blaming her. Maybe it was by impulse, or just my temper. But I'm not furious with her for have been dating the world's biggest douchebag. If she knew any better she wouldn't even be with me, either. Because I'm an asshole, and I just proved so by the way I yelled at her. In my mind, I wasn't thinking about the tears falling from her pretty eyes or the way her bottom lip was between her teeth, nervous because I was scaring her. Instead, I was thinking of multiple ways to control myself and keep from lashing out even more. I didn't have time to consider her feelings.

This shit was all happening in front of Burger King, too. How he knew we were hear pisses me off because he must've been following Serenity. Fucking stalker. I swear, I'm going to have to be injected with some type of shit in order to be controlled.

Niall and Louis managed to make me drop the fucking bat. I was there in my trunk by chance. I had no idea that it was there where I left it last time I used it. Last time I used it, it wasn't for a good purpose. I shattered windows with that thing. And I was about to shatter a skull tonight.

I leaned against the car, running my hands through my hair in excessive frustration and stress. I didn't think dating Serenity would come with a guy whose goal is only to screw with her for something she did a while ago. Talk about holding a fucking grudge. But still, I don't regret asking her to be my girlfriend. Although, she has her little moments when she's absolutely stupid, annoying, or completely dramatic, I can only see good in her and it fucking scares me.

My heart tends to beat out of my chest around her when we're close. When she's got her arms wrapped around my neck, her perfect face just inches from mine while she stands on the tips of her toes. I'm...I'm slowly going insane over her. I want her for me and only me, and I can't deal even thinking she's talking to another guy. My brain automatically produces some burning sensation and I'm suddenly beating someone with my fist.

"Go apologize to her," Louis bossed me around. He was pissing me off. Even though he thinks he's an expert because he's getting married, doesn't mean he should talk to me that way. Huh, sounds familiar. I shouldn't have talked to my baby that way just because I was angry.

I rolled my eyes. "Let me think, okay?" I snapped.

Niall crossed his arms over his chest, glaring down at me. "Go apologize," he said steadily.

"Stop fucking telling me to do. I'll apologize when I apologize." My voice raised, and I knew that I needed to control myself before I faced Serenity. She clearly was upset, and I understand that because I've made the mistake of treating her so harshly. Maybe I'm a tiny bit scared how she's going to react to my apology.

I can't even find the words to say. I'm sorry is too simple. I didn't mean it sounds too lame. Put together, however, they might work. I'm hoping she's not as upset with me as I'm anticipating. It's just a fucking car. I can get a new one, or use the many others we own.

Serenity walked with her hand wiping across her cheek, and I instantly felt bad. Worse than I already am, to be honest. I'm beyond pissed at myself for making her feel like shit.

It took all that's left of my balls to walk over to her. Instead of receiving a glare or a frown, she sent me a small. saddened smile, softly asking me, "Are you okay?"

I'm surprised by her reaction. She looked up at me, her beautiful brown, hazel eyes that were slightly puffy and red from crying. "Yeah, I'm fine. Better than before. My question is are you okay?"

My hands couldn't help themselves as they reached for her small face, her skin beneath my palms was warm and soft, something I've come to love about her. Her soft skin, and the mess of freckles decorating her nose. The beauty mark above her lips and not to mention her cute little hands. All things I'm starting to grow attached to.

She nodded. "Yeah, I know you didn't mean to and you were ma--"

"I was. But still it's just a car. I shouldn't have yelled at you. I can get a new one. Not a big deal," I explained to her firmly, hoping she gets the idea that it's her fault out of her heard. I don't recall her being the one who dragged that Derek kid's ass back here. I'm sure it wasn't her who asked him to do all this shit. He does on his own will, and Serenity has nothing to do with that.

Serenity just sighs, looking away from me. I turned her head, still having the advantage of my hands on her face. Our eyes met once again, my lips turning into a smile without the control of my brain, but the will of my heart. "Smile, please. I like your smile. And I'd kill to see it more than anything right now."

And she did.

+

Serenity;

Drastic proportions were made when filling up the salt shakers that night at the restaurant. Tiffany stayed with me this time, making a mess of salt and having to clean it up without a given doubt since my parents would get angry. Mom was here this time, and she kept glancing over at me with a smile. I'm assuming she's glad I'm here, fooling around still, but I'm not messing around and she thinks I'm keeping my distance from Harry. I'm not, and it guilts me.

"Alright, alright. I think it's time to take this a bit serious," she warned us, her smile faltering and I wish she'd do it more often because it looks lovely on her. I guess it's a good night for the Carter family. Willie was brought into the restaurant and my only job was to take care of him, which to my surprise wasn't such a hard thing. He sat on a table now, playing with colorful blocks.

Tiffany winked at me before filling the last shalt shaker. She knows about my wild adventures with Harry, and she agrees with me when I say I'm not doing anything wrong. For me to feel this way, and be denied in every way the acceptance from my parents is unfair. If they could just give him a chance, they might hate him less. I don't care what happens, I want to see him. I want him in my life, and it's mine to begin with. Both of my parents will understand that at some point.

"We're done," Tiffany cheered, turning to my mother. "And since it's early Tuesdays, I was thinking I could take Serenity to the movies."

Oh no.

I told Tiffany about my plans with Harry tonight, and now she's trying to come to the rescue. My heart was in my throat the second the words left her lips, but I tried my best to remain casual. I couldn't lie anymore. The fuel of fire and disobedient behavior is running out since that night at Burger King. I've realized Derek can screw with my life a bit more. He's stopped texting me, but I know he's not entirely done yet.

Mother paused for a second, glancing over at me and over at Tiffany. "I think I can trust you enough with my daughter, Tiffany. Of course, have fun girls." She said flatly, her eyes never leaving mine. I sent her a smile, trying to fill this void. But she didn't smile, and only turned to Willie as she picked him up.

I blew air out of my mouth, watching my mother tell my father about our movie plans. My eyes averted to Tiffany's, who was already smirking to herself while she placed her apron on the hanger in the kitchen. I followed her by the sink, whispering, "Thank you so much."

"No problem. I told you I was going to be of help. As long as you don't get into trouble. I'm only doing this regarding true, young love," she teased, poking my cheek. I slapped her hand away playfully, giving her an amused glare.

We all went our separate ways. It was eight thirty and Harry was supposed to pick me up at my house around nine. I stuffed my hands into my black sweats, knowing I picked a comfortable outfit for tonight because I was too lazy to dress. I knew we weren't doing something very grand. We were only going to hang out, maybe watch movies at his house or go to late night. Kiss in his bedroom, and getting tangled in sheets only to wrestle against each other. The thought made me smile.

"Where should we wait for him? Do you need my phone?" Tiffany asked eagerly.

She's so excited over this and the reasons why are beyond me. I think she's crazy for these types of things. Forbidden love stories or some crap. We slowly drove to my house, squealing and talking about her wedding, which my family are invited to. I would tease her, and she'd tease me back. If I knew something about Tiffany that stood out the most, it'd be her wise advice. She'd tell me she's been through most of what I've been through, and she says she turned out just fine.

Life is never a straight line. There are curves and swirls and circles. It's a crazy spin and it's been made to have flaws.

I closed the door of Tiffany's car in excitement, of course having thanked her and sped off towards Harry, who stood against an old, red, and rusty truck on his phone. I scrunched my nose up, trying not to wonder why he's got an old truck, but even so I've never really cared for the things he has, especially cars. He stood there in a red snapback, pushing his curls back. Grey sweats covered his long legs, and a white t-shirt to go with it. I realized we're both matching on with wearing sweats.

When he finally looked up from his phone, he was startled to find me jumping onto him. My legs wrapped around his waist, happily laughing when he yelped and fell back harder against the car. His eyes were wide for a mere second, inhaling as he looked at my grinning features. "Fucking Christ, I almost piss myself." He breathed.

Bashfully, I looked down, trying to conceal my giggles but he interrupted them anyway with his lips. I kissed him back right away, feeling the slowness of our lips my favorite thing like always. I could taste a fruity flavor in his mouth, something sweet like candy. His arms wrapped around my body, hugging me tightly before we pulled away from are warming embrace. I saw that Tiffany had already driven away, and I'm sure she felt accomplished.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare your balls into to your stomach," I remarked, knowing he'd tease me back.

"I wouldn't mind if you checked to see if they're still there," he laughed breathily, planting a little kiss on my nose before we were driving to God knows where, off to a different adventure. Off to somewhere else and to my only escape where I felt happy. Somewhere with Harry and somewhere where I didn't have my future soaring my muscles in my shoulders. I didn't have the weight of saving my relationship with my parents. I'm addicted to no drugs.

Unless you count Harry as one.

He had one hand on the rather large steering wheel, the other holding my hand, occasionally squeezing it gently. I entwined our fingers, finding a smile crawl up my face before I was full on grinning, watching our hands and his gentle gestures.

"You know this truck was in my garage from like years ago. We have some shit in there I have no clue about," he explained, staring ahead at the dark road. We were entering wilderness, and before I even thought about questioning him, I just decided to let him do whatever he's up to.

I chuckled. "What made you pick the old truck to drive miles through wilderness?"

"Our cheesy love story would be nothing without the guy having a busted up truck, now would it?" He sent me a big, cheeky grin, dimple and all.

Harry;

She only smiled at me, rolling her eyes, but I know she was happy. God, I was so happy I was bouncing in my seat when I parked the car a few feet from the edge of the large cliff, the back of the truck overlooking the town's bright lights. I know, overly cheesy, yet I could give less of a fuck at the moment. All I had in my mind was this beautiful girl running over to look at the view, while I'm stunned I can call her mine, still sitting in the damn driver's seat.

I hopped out, bringing a few blankets and pillows from the back seats before beginning to set up. Serenity was distracted by the view, she didn't see me start putting down heavy blankets at the carriage part of the truck. I brought green grapes with me, remembering how she said she could only eat the green ones for God only knows why they just bother her. I smiled to myself before hearing ask, "What's all this?"

"This..." I began slowly, bringing her hips to mine quite forcefully, but she only laughed. "Is my definition of hanging out with my beautiful girlfriend." And also my way of apologizing for being a dick to you the other night. But I wasn't going to admit that or else she'd think I'm getting all soft. If she doesn't already think so.

Our faces were inches apart, only for her to poke out her tongue and push me away. Once again, I'm flustered by the way she leaves me standing there. Above in the stars, was my head, and my heart almost in the palm of her hands.

She kicked off her small shoes as I kicked off mine, settling herself on one side while I occupied the other. Many pillows and comfortable blankets were thrown to make up for the rough exterior of the truck. When I opened the bag filled with washed, green grapes, she couldn't control her giggles.

"Oh, Styles, you're good." I smiled to myself as she hugged into my side, her face buried into my white t-shirt. She threw her leg over my waist, insisting to feed me grapes even when I told her I didn't want any. However, soon enough I was being forced, and even though I pouted and acted like I cared, I didn't as long as she was smiling.

Swallowing, I reached into the bag. "You should try them. They're really good."

Serenity grinned before opening her mouth, my turn to feed her and ridiculously continue the banter. We lied there under the stars probably for thirty minutes, ending up throwing grapes at each other and getting off the truck. I managed to catch her as she ran around the truck, avoiding being pelted with grapes.

"C'mere, you!" I shouted, my arms falling around her waist from behind, her amused shrieks making me chuckle. I missed the shot when she slipped out of my hold, rushing to hop back onto the truck and settle herself between two pillows, her hair flowing across them, or onto her face as she tried blowing the hair away.

I laughed at her, only climbing back onto the truck with her, hovering my body overs. Just like that; her there with her hair fanned out across the pillows, making some ridiculous face because her hair is all over her face...she still looks so damn beautiful.

Amused, I reached and moved the hair away from her face with one hand, the other letting me support my body and avoid squishing her to death with my weight. Our legs were now tangled like jungle vines, our eyes locked and our smiles vibrant. Clear and content. Peaceful and gentle. Those were the kind of words that came to me when describing this moment. It was clear to me that I'm simply too addicated to Serenity Ryan Carter.

I leaned down to kiss her, feeling her arms snake around my neck as usual. Our lips touched and I was immediately fascinated with the taste of her and the way she smirked into my mouth. I licked her bottom lip before letting my tongue slip into hers, gently it caressing against hers. She hummed quietly, her fingers itching to reach for something, but finding my snapback in the way.

Soon enough she straddled my waist, taking control in her own way. I had nothing against that really. I sat up with her, one hand behind me to support my body, and the other caressing her lower back. My hand slipped beneath her graphic tee, feeling her warm skin there while she kissed me with more force. She parted from me, inhaling deeply before placing our lips together, right where they belong.

My snapback fell off as her fingers rushed through my hair, a throaty groan escaping my lips. I felt her lips move down to my jaw, knowing that's my favorite part to be kissed. Hers is right underneath her collarbones -- I figured the night at the restaurant. She didn't make any comment about the mark I left there, and I thought she'd be beyond pissed for it, but I didn't receive one complaint.

She was steps ahead of me, breaking our contact to remove her shirt from her body, discarding off to somewhere. I let my eyes trail down her uncovered skin, feeling myself harden in my boxers. She wore dark purple bra that covered her breasts, around the sides lacy designs. I couldn't control the need to be with her, to feel her skin against mine. Fuck, she'll end up killing me like this. I noticed she wasn't watching me, too busy paying attention to the skin on my neck.

It wasn't long before I was taking off my shirt, throwing it off somewhere unknown before focusing on my lips and her lips. I let my hand travel up and down her side, feeling my arm tire as I finally gave up and lied back down. Both of my hands rested on her waist, tracing her curvy figure, her soft and warm skin driving me mentally insane. I was dazed and I felt like I was high off something that I couldn't see, but I could feel.

I grabbed her chin, forcing her to lean down and join our mouths together once more. I groaned just as she began to move her hips, the friction making it feel beyond good, but not good enough. I doubt she'll let things go further than this, but I don't fucking care as long as I get to have her here. She wasted no time slipping off her sweats, leaving me to bite my lip in amazement as I caught a glance at her regular, plain dark grey underwear.

She seemed to be embarrassed. "I didn't...I didn't wear anything se--"

I shushed her with my lips. "I don't care whether you were wearing a fucking diaper, I'd still think you're the sexiest, most beautiful girl."

Serenity laughed at my stupidity, and I wouldn't blame her for it. It did sound really fucking stupid. "Shut up, monkey."

I grinned as we began to kiss once again. My sweats were coming off in a matter of minutes. I lost it entirely when she began to move her hips again, this time less clothing acting as a border between us. She moved hard, and slow, making sure the friction was felt powerful and pleasurable. My heart began to beat faster at the sensation, feeling that by the way she was breathing, her heart was in a race with mine.

My grunts mixed in with her moans, my hardening bulge rubbing against her sensitive nerves. I was just losing it by the beautiful girl riding me through our clothes. Her hands found my chest, pressing onto me for leverage. "Fuck, baby, just like that," I encouraged her breathlessly, my hands finding her hips, helping her move to the point where I could feel beads of sweat forming on my face.

Her lips parted, gasps escaping her body. I watched her long, brown hair flowed over her face as she looked between us, watching our crotches grinding against each other. I guided her hips against mine, occasionally not being able to handle myself and thrusting up into hers. This being the first time we did anything sexual, and fuck it was still good.

I couldn't take it anymore. She was underneath me in three seconds, strings of moans escaping her pretty lips. I was picturing dirty things in my head, only thinking about her lips around me or the way it'd feel so take her right here right now. I wanted to, so bad, but I don't want to rush into things either.

My hips moved hard, but fast against hers. "Harry," she hissed in a high pitched tone, screwing her eyes shut.

The way my name left her lips was making me reach my peek faster, finding all of this hot and seeing her like that made her even sexier. I felt her grip onto my curls tightly, both of us panting as I continued to f*ck her through our clothes. "Shit," I moaned deeply into her neck, my lips brushing against her clammy skin. "You like that, baby?" I rasped, unable to keep my mouth shut and somehow knowing she'll be turned on.

She nodded her head quickly, opening her pretty eyes and staring up into mine. "Yes,." She whimpered, her fingers still running through my hair. We panted, moaned, groaned, and spoke filthily to each other before we both came. I was lying on my stomach next to her, a minute passing and regaining our composure. I bured the side of my face into a pillow, sighing heavily as Serenity cuddled into my side. I couldn't think of a better moment to say that I think I'm falling -- Holy fuck.

I think I'm falling for her.

This was like overwhelming. I couldn't breathe right here in on this truck with her, our eyes locked and she laughed at my sudden stunned expression. Half naked in her underwear, staring down at me. Her gorgeous smile made me want to pass out, too much going through my head and driving me insane. I'm blinded by her beauty and her teasing, her voice and that laugh.

"Why do you look so scared?" She giggled.

I feel like I'm going to fucking puke.

How she looks at me the same way, fluttering her eyelashes at me with that cute smile. She's mine, too. I know it's too fast, but I can't help feeling this way for her. I'm in over my head, and I can't help but to smile at her, bringing her mouth to mine.

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