"You're not angry with me, are you?" I mumbled, looking down at my hands as I bit my lip. Harry let out a deep breath.

"Of course not."

"I um-"

"I'm not mad, Norah," he repeated as he crossed the room towards me, his hands cupping my face and forcing me to look up at him. "Promise."

I blew out a small puff of air and his curls rustled slightly, making us both laugh as he left a small kiss to my forehead.

"So if you're not mad," I drew out with a sweet smile. "Can you help me pick out an outfit?"

"I have to leave in ten minutes, baby girl," he sighed. "But if you make it fast then I would love to."

I hopped off his bed and ran into the spare room, where the closet was stocked full of my clothes from spending so much time here over the years.

I immediately spotted a pair of never-worn leather pants and snatched them off the hanger, my hands already quivering with excitement as I thought of the multitude of outfits I could make with them.

"You're not wearing those," Harry said firmly, startling me a little as he leaned in the doorway with his arms crossed. "It's way too cold outside."

"But-"

"You asked for my opinion," he reminded me with a dimpled grin. "Trust me baby, you'll be freezing."

"Fine," I sighed dramatically, tossing the pants aside as he stood in front of the closet with me. "Then what?"

"What about..." he drawled, shuffling through the hangers slowly. "What about this?"

He held up a knee-length dress with a T-shirt top and a small space across the bellybutton, then a leather skirt for the bottom.

"It's got leather on it, you like leather."

"Shut up," I laughed as I took it from him and began to undress. Harry was silent as I slid the cool material up my bare legs, his breath hot on my shoulders as he pressed against me suddenly.

"Zip me up?" I asked quietly. He chuckled and skimmed his fingers over my exposed skin, goosebumps raising as he finally dragged the zipper up my back.

I turned to face him and he smiled proudly down at me. "You look so pretty, Norah. Really, you're adorable."

"But I'll still be cold," I pouted. "Now I have to wear tights, goddammit."

He shrugged and I pulled out of his warm grasp to put on my tights, which were surprisingly comfy thanks to a wool lining and soft material around the toes.

"What shoes?" I called to him down the hallway. He was busy putting on his socks and cleats in his room while I searched through the few pair of shoes I kept in the spare closet.

"I don't know," he laughed. "It's a fucking miracle you even liked the dress I picked."

I held up some plain black wedges. "These?"

"Yes?" he tried hopefully. I rolled my eyes but put them on anyway and slipped a thin jacket on over my outfit, my hair actually cooperating for once so I didn't have to mess with it.

"You're...I mean, you look-" he chuckled breathlessly. "You look ravishing, Norah. Seriously."

"Thank you," I smiled. "Walk me outside?"

"Of course, my lady," he grinned. He laced his fingers with mine and helped me all the way down the stairs, even out the front door and to the car of my date.

"Who is this guy, anyway?" he scowled once we were a few feet in front of the solid white Range Rover. It was gaudy and new and ridiculous, but so was Phillip.

"Phillip," I smiled as the boy himself appeared next to me. "Meet Harry."

"Phillip," Harry greeted him tightly. "Bring her back by ten or I'll kick your ass."

It was dead silent and I almost scolded Harry but then his face broke into a huge smile and a weight visibly dropped off Phillip's shoulders.

"How's nine?" he asked with a smile. They shook hands and Harry kissed my forehead lightly before disappearing into his car.

"Ready?"

I watched Harry's car round the corner and I cleared my throat, a smile playing around my lips as turned to face Phillip.

"Yeah," I laughed. "I'm ready."

We ate at a nice restaurant by the river, but it was so cold I could barely even think about anything besides my freezing toes and shaking hands.

"It's nearly eleven," Phillip smiled at me from across the small table. "I should really get you home."

"Oh," I nodded slowly. "Yeah, of course."

"Unless..."

I looked up hopefully.

"Unless you would like to take a walk with me?"

"I would love to," I beamed at him. "Where are we going?"

"There's a park a few blocks over," he suggested, his hand squeezing mine gently as he paid the check. "If it's something you would be interested in, of course."

I nodded. "That sounds perfect."

The park wasn't far but it was completely empty and eerily quiet as we walked along the winding trail.

"Are you cold?" he frowned slightly. "We don't have to-"

"No, no," I cut him off quickly. "This is perfect, really. I'll warm up in a second."

Phillip really was an interesting guy. He was on a soccer team but he hated it, actually his favorite sport was baseball even though he was the starting forward in soccer.

"Why don't you just quit then?" I laughed lightly. He looked down at me and shook his head, although the warm smile stayed hanging on his lips as our shoulders brushed against each other and we trudged through the desolate place.

"It's not that easy, Norah," he chuckled. "My father is convinced I'm destined to be a soccer star."

"Who cares? Quit for yourself," I shrugged. He laughed.

"I've been playing since I was eight, it's a part of me now. I don't think I could stop now even if I wanted to."

I looped my arm with his and he pulled it away, only to place it around my waist and nestle me into his warm side.

But all I could think about was how Harry was much warmer.

*

I got home around midnight and called my mom back, only to find out that they took Gretchen to some theater performance and they were going to spend the next day shopping and "seeing the sights". Favorite child much?

The house was dead silent but I immediately knew Harry was there because of the soccer game on TV downstairs and the empty soda can on the counter.

"Har," I called, kicking off my shoes by the kitchen island. "I'm home."

No reply. So I went into the living room, only to find Harry Styles passed out on the couch under my favorite blanket.

I pulled up my dress a little and straddled his lap, my arms finding their way around his neck as he stirred slightly in his sleep.

"I'm home," I said softly as I peppered his lips with small kisses. A sleepy smile took over his face and I finally saw the green of his eyes as he woke up.

"You're late," he said huskily. "I was worried."

"You were asleep," I rolled my eyes, giggling as his lips touched lightly all over my face. "You couldn't have been worried."

"Baby," he groaned in exasperation. "I was so worried I fell asleep."

"You're a little liar," I laughed. "Now shut up and take off your shirt."

He chuckled and tossed his gray V-neck aside, goosebumps rising on his skin as my hands ran up and down his hard chest.

"I missed you," he said quietly, his eyes following me as I continued rubbing all over his chest and shoulders. "Shit, that feels amazing."

"Your shoulders are all knotted up," I frowned. "Turn over."

He looked at me skeptically. "What are you going to do to me?"

"Nothing! I just want to give you a massage."

"I don't trust you," he laughed, his dimples popping and his eyes crinkling slightly. "I'm pretty sure you're going to shove something up my ass."

"Fine," I crossed my arms. "Then I'm going to bed."

I began to get up so Harry followed me all the way upstairs, even standing outside my bathroom as I took off my makeup and brushed my teeth.

"I did miss you," he repeated with a yawn. "It got way too quiet around here without you."

"You're being dramatic," I teased, wrapping my arms around his solid core. "Come on, let's go to bed."

"Wait, wait a second." He pulled me back slightly and placed one hand on my hip, the other on my face as his lips pressed against mine.

"Is that massage still on the table?" he asked randomly as we made out.

I smiled. "I guess so. Just lay down, I'll be right back. First I need to take this dress off."

"Let me," he murmured, skimming his fingertips up my arm. "Please?"

I could only nod.

Another grin answered me and I couldn't suppress the small moan that escaped as he pushed my dress aside and rubbed over me.

"H-Harry," I protested breathlessly. "You're not supposed to-"

He leaned close to my ear and sucked harshly, his lips sending tremors down my back while he continued his assault.

"Get on the bed," he commanded. I obeyed and started to take my dress off, but his large hands stopped me.

"Not yet, sweetheart," he shook his head. "I want you wearing that dress right up to the second I start fúcking you."