Chapter 10;

"Oh my gosh," I whispered giddily as I ran quietly towards my room, "Harry, Harry get your ass out here," I laughed and he got out of the bed quickly.

"What's wrong, is everything okay with Hannah, are you alright?" he ran his hands over my body looking for injury, he was so on edge lately. I swatted at his hands and gave him a small smile.

"No, now come here and be absolutely silent." I demanded softly, "and grab my phone." I smiled and pulled him towards the sliding glass door that led out to my back yard and the pool area. "Aren't they just the cutest thing?" I whisper yelled at Harry smiling and yanking my phone from his grasp to take a picture. Niall and Sara had fallen asleep on a raft in the pool and they looked absolutely precious. I smiled at Harry and he rolled his eyes.

"You're all worked up over this?" he scoffed and I pouted. "Oh G, put your lip away." I shook my head, and ran to my room like a child. I sat on my bed and crossed my arms. When he walked in, I cocked an eyebrow at him and pushed my lip out further. I loved teasing him, and he knew it.

"You best stop pouting, before I have to make you." He said, crossing his own arms and pushing out one hip. It didn't surprise me that people thought him and Louis were gay. They didn't help themselves with the way they acted.

I held my ground and didn't pull in my lip, I did however let one side of my mouth turn up into a smirk for a half second, because I just couldn't resist. He looked at me with devilish eyes and jumped onto my bed playfully and sat on top of me.

"Oh really Gurveer, what was that?" he taunted as I struggled to get our from under him, "Oh, are you done pouting now?" he laughed looking down and raising both eyebrows at me. I stopped struggling and just looked up at him, pleading him with my eyes to get off me. I played the innocent act well. He started to get up off me, giving in to my gaze, and as soon as he moved I grabbed his torso and flipped him over so I could sit on him.

"Hah," I mocked, sticking my tongue out at him. He laughed at me, but he hadn't gotten the worst of it yet. I knew where he was ticklish. I ran my hands down his chest, slowing inching closer to his right hip.

"G, no," he looked at me in horror, and I smiled. I pinch his side and he erupted into a laughing fit, and I couldn't help but join in, his laugh was contagious. After awhile, holding him down got to be a tiring job, so I lay down next to him in defeat, smile still on my face. Harry propped his head up on his elbow, looking at me contently.

"What?" I asked, looking down with a smile on my face. Then he began to sing to me, and my heart melted. I blushed softly when he started into What Makes You Beautiful, and I couldn't bring myself to look into his eyes. He reached over to gently race my face towards his with his thumb. He smiled at me and kissed my softly. I pulled away from him and he looked at me, perplexed. I rose from the bed and crossed my bedroom and slowly closed the door. Harry looked at me and rose an eyebrow.

"G, I, We don't, that's not what I was thinking. If you're not ready-" he stammered, and I shook my head with soft laughter.

"There's no clothing on the door Styles, so get your head out of the gutter. It's just-" I wasn't sure how to end the sentence, because when I closed the door, that's what was on my mind, "-It's just in case." I stated and climbed back into the bed, curling up next to him. The idea had been planted in his mind, and I had a feeling he was not going to give up easily now. He softly pushed my hair over my shoulder and left tender kisses along my exposed back. Damn you Harry. I kept my breathing even, not letting him on that he was already getting to me. He put his hand on my lower back, rubbing his thumb in small circles. I couldn't take it anymore. I turned over to look at him, but instead his eyes were closed. I smiled and kissed him softly on his cheek and as I went to put my hand on his hip, he grabbed it and instead placed it on his chest. He opened his eyes slowly to look at mine. He smiled.

"Kiss me like you mean it G," and I wasn't going to let him down. I sat up, and pulled him with me. I looked into his eyes one more time, then hesitated, teasing him one more time. He shook his head and pushed me over onto my back. He pressed his lips onto mine, and my body tingled from the his touch. I slid my hand to the nape of his neck, gently pulling him closer to me, and softly ran my tongue across his lower lip, causing him so slightly smirk against my mouth. He supported himself, hovering ever so slightly over my body. He pulled away from me. I looked up at him in yearning. He winked at me, and kissed my neck. Breath Gurveer. Breath. Harry found a sensitive spot, right behind my ear and gently sucked on it. Quiet G. My silence frustrating Harry, and I could tell, he softly bit me and a small moan left my mouth. I quickly covered my face.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," I muttered helplessly, old habits were hard to break. "Please, I didn't mean to." I held back tears, waiting the for the impact, but it never came. I opened my tear rimmed eyes and met Harry, peering down at me through his curls.

"G, what's the matter," his voice was concerned, but my mind was spiraling downward, back to old memories, and I couldn't handle it.

"I'm sorry," I croaked and slid from under him, I opened the door and fell right into Niall. Sara looked down at me. Harry, still in the same position on my bed, looked out in the hallway in confusion.

"You okay G," Niall asked, his Irish accent laced with concern, and a sob burst from my chest. Niall looked up at Sara, but she was too busy cursing at the air. He patted me on the back, saying it was okay, but nothing would help me.

"Sara, what the fuck is going on?" Harry demanded, pushing his hair from his face and standing up from my bed.

"Daniel," Sara replied staring at Harry. Hearing his name made my body quiver and I cried even harder.