*Norah's POV*

"Sweetheart, come out with us," Harry pleaded as he put on his clothes. I sat up and pulled the sheets over my bare chest, a smile still on my face as he glanced over his naked shoulder at me.

"No thanks."

"It's only eight o'clock," he whined, fumbling with his buckle. "Come on, baby."

I reached out for him and he laid down next to me, his lips pressing to mine softly and his thumb skimming my cheek as my eyes fluttered closed.

"I'm tired," I yawned. I nuzzled into his chest and wrapped my arms around him, my cheek pressed to his hard muscles.

"I won't have fun without you," he pouted. "I'll just be that weird twenty-something year old hanging out with eighteen year olds. Ugh, it sounds gross just talking about it."

"Then don't go!" I laughed, kissing his jaw. "Go play some bridge down at the senior center."

His hand came down on my butt and the sound rang through my room, my shocked laugh following shortly. "Harry!"

"Don't mess with me, darling," he chuckled as his lips grazed my ear. "Are you sure you're too tired?"

"You're the one that tired me out," I reminded him, playfully poking his nose. "If you wanted me to go out-"

"Then I shouldn't have made you come three times?"

"Exactly."

His dark eyes rolled. "Whatever, sweetheart. You and I both know that you couldn't live without my dīck."

"I beg to differ."

I sat up and shimmied into some yoga pants and a tank top, choosing to go without any underwear so I could pass out anywhere and fall asleep.

"You think you would be sane without our little daily romps?"

"You sound like my grandmother," I rolled my eyes, popping an M&M into my mouth. "I would be fine without your...contribution."

He towered over me and cupped the back of my neck with his rough hand, his skin warm against mine. "You're sadly mistaken, my dear."

"Wanna bet?"

"Actually, I'd love to."

"First one to crack wins?"

"What will I be getting when I win?"

"First of all, you won't be winning," I scoffed. "Second, the loser has to fold laundry for three days."

"Fair enough," he shrugged as he began to put on a leather jacket over his black V-neck.

"Wait," I said quietly, my hands resting on his forearms and stopping him. "I feel like I never get to see your tattoos anymore."

He cocked an eyebrow. "Oh?"

"Yeah, hold on a second."

I held his arms up and admired the ink, all the little symbols and numbers and letters that meant so much to him. And among all of them was my favorite, the little moon that matched my sun. It was nearly surrounded now but he was careful to never touch it with anything else. He kept it safe.

"Have you thought about getting another?" I asked as I mindlessly traced some of the little pictures.

"Yes."

I looked up at him and found that he was grinning, his eyes sparkling as he answered.

"Our kids' birthdays, right here on the back of my shoulder. See, I left it blank."

I smiled and wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing my cheek to the thin material and listening to the solid thumping of his heart as his large hands gripped my backside.

"Why do you always do that?" I giggled into his chest.

"Do what?" He mumbled against my scalp.

"Your hands always go to my butt when we're hugging. Like every single time, actually."

He gently squeezed and I squirmed, eliciting a throaty groan and then a sigh. "You're already making it difficult for me to win this bet, you know."

I laughed.

"And do you want to know why I always hold you like this?"

I nodded.

"Because your ass is absolutely perfect. How could I keep my hands off such a goddamn masterpiece?"

"You're such a guy," I replied, tapping his nose lightly. "But it's cute. And my ass thanks you for your compliment."

"No problem, babe. Tell your ass that I'll be sticking around for a little while, if it ever needs anything else."

He winked suggestively and I made a gagging sound as I pulled open the fridge, my hand closing around a bottle of wine and an apple.

"Planning on having a little party?" Harry asked with an amused expression. "Sad I'll be missing it."

"Oh, shut up," I scowled, throwing the cork at him. "Aren't you supposed to be going somewhere?"

"They're coming to pick me up, in case I decide to drink."

"How very responsible."

"I try, sunshine."

He came up behind me and wrapped his hands around my waist as I poured my wine, his lips pressing softly under my ear then resting on my shoulder after a few minutes.

"I love you," he said randomly. I felt my cheeks heat up and I instinctively twisted my ring around, something I had grown accustomed to doing in the past few weeks.

"I love you more," I sighed, putting my small hands over his bigger ones and lacing our fingers together. He moved our intertwined hands up and kissed my knuckles, making me smile and close my eyes as I leaned back against him. He was so warm and soft and the feeling of him all around me was enough to make my whole body tingle with happiness. I was absolutely satisfied with him, he was everything I wanted and more.

"Not possible," he finally answered with a chuckle. "And I think I just heard their car. Sure you don't want to come?"

"Positive."

"Have a good night then, princess. And keep the doors locked, do you understand me? I better come back and find this apartment locked down like motherfucking Alcatraz or that amazing ass will have my handprint, okay?"

"Okay, okay, I promise! Just go already."

"I love you, baby, sweet dreams."

"Love you too," I called down the hall. "Be safe!"

He laughed and shut the door behind him, leaving me in total silence.

*Harry's POV*

"This band is kick ass!" Gretchen shouted over the racket of whatever shit was currently invading my ears.

I leaned against the bar and downed another shot, praying to some music god that an actual band would come on next. Fortunately, my saving grace came in the form of a phone call that required me to walk outside.

"Harry Styles," I answered, rubbing my eyes tiredly.

There was no reply from the other end and eventually I hung up, scoffing to myself as I ran my hands through my hair. My head was pounding from the music, my clothes were a complete mess with sweat and glitter, and I was ready to go home. It felt like I walked into the club and walked out five minutes later but actually, it had been three hours. But Gretchen and Nate were good company, they were fun. Nate was actually twenty so we talked about classes and business and Gretchen just danced around Nate like a little kid. It was cute.

"H-Harry!" Gretchen giggled, her legs wobbling slightly as she stumbled over to me. She caught herself and straightened up, giving me a smile as she leaned into my side. "I missed you, Harry. You never called, I wondered if you were doing alright."

"Sorry, Gretch," I laughed. "I just never knew where you would be."

"I forgive you."

Some guys waiting outside the club whistled at us and Gretchen rolled her eyes, tugging at the hem of her short dress as the breeze picked up a little.

I didn't think twice until it happened again, then they started making gestures and I could feel my jaw tighten as I got angry.

"Leave it, Harry," she mumbled, pushing some hair behind her ear as I glared at them. They were really starting to piss me off.

"Hey, sweetheart!" one of them shouted. He was clearly intoxicated and Gretchen frowned, making me even angrier. "Come on baby, come party with us!"

"Fuck off," I yelled back.

"Don't be like that man, can't you share for just a few minutes? It won't take me long!"

"Harry-" Gretchen warned, putting a hand on my chest. "Not worth it."

"Stop it before I call the fucking police," I hissed, pushing one of them back by the shoulder.

"And who the hell are you?"

"Someone who could have you arrested by the FBI, the CIA, or even the secret service if I wanted. Are we on the same page?"

"Whatever, chill out."

I rolled my eyes and turned my attention to the drunk girl, who was now throwing up in a plant. Lovely.

"Come on love, we'll get you a cab," I smiled, taking her arm gently. Nate got the other arm and Gretchen and he volunteered to ride in the same taxi to make sure she got there alright.

"Get home," Gretchen laughed just before she climbed in. "Norah's probably waiting up for you."

"Thanks," I grinned. "I'll see you guys later, I had fun."

"Sure you did, old man. Take some ibuprofen for tomorrow morning."