Wednesday could hear the shower coming from the en suite bathroom as she laid in bed, holding the phone up in front of her face. The beeping of FaceTime echoed from the speaker, her face reflected in the screen as she waited. And then, when a few seconds of waiting had passed, the call was accepted, and Zara's face popped up.

"Hello, hello," Zara said, smiling down at her. "This is a nice surprise. To what do I owe this pleasure?"

Wednesday grinned, smoothing down her hair. After waking, her and Harry had quickly engaged in some extremely lazy, extremely sleepy morning sex that had left half of her head looking like a bird's nest.

"Just thought I'd call, see how you were doing."

"Same old stuff. Dealing with the usual idiots at work," she sighed.

The sun was beaming behind her as she stood outside, her makeup perfectly applied and her outfit as stylish as always.

"Are you on a break?" Wednesday asked, pulling the cover up slightly.

She was very aware she was still naked and not in the mood to flash a boob at Zara. The water turned off from the bathroom as she continued looking down at the phone.

"Yeah, it's my lunch break. Needed to come take a breather outside, escape the morons."

"Fair enough," Wednesday smiled.

Zara narrowed her eyes at the screen, her red lipstick curling upwards with her lips.

"Are you naked right now?" she asked in an amused tone.

Wednesday tried to supress a smile. "Yeah. Actually, that was what I was calling to tell you about."

The ensuite door opened and Harry stepped out silently as she finished her sentence, his wet hair still dripping down his naked torso. A towel was loosely wrapped around his lower half as he looked to the bed, seeing Wednesday staring back at him with the phone in her hand.

"Don't tell me you've had another wet dream about Harry," Zara laughed, bringing the phone closer. "Have you actually had the chance to sort yourself out after this one?"

Wednesday felt her eyes widen and cheeks immediately redden. Her entire face felt hot as she went rigid, panicking as she tried and failed to turn the volume down in time. She knew she shouldn't have told Zara about that.

Sneaking a glance at Harry out of the corner of her eye, he was staring at her with widened eyes, his lips pulled into the widest and deepest grin she'd ever seen on his face. Even his dimples were there, more apparent than ever as he held back laughter.

There wasn't a chance he was letting her forget this any time soon. Fuck.

Looking back to the phone and ignoring how red her face was in the camera, Wednesday swallowed and tried to ignore his presence.

"You're acting proper weird, you know," Zara said, confusion lacing her voice.

Opening her mouth to reply, words echoed around the room.

But they weren't from her.

"Hi Zara."

Zara's smile dropped, her eyes furrowing in confusion as she brought the screen closer to her face.

Wednesday past the phone at Harry, seeing his amused expression. Her lips drew in angrily as she widened her eyes at him, hoping from her expression that he got the message that he was one more word away from her kicking him in the balls.

"Who was that?" Zara asked, her tone hesitant as the cogs in her mind began to work.

Wednesday sighed, not imagining this was how the plan of telling her would go.

She was the first person they'd decided to let in on their secret, after two weeks of allowing themselves to get used to it. In fact, she was the only person they were planning to tell, at least for now. If they could trust anyone to take their secret to the grave, it was Zara. It made sense when she was the only one who knew about Wednesday's feelings for Harry too.

Looking from Harry, back down to a waiting Zara, she slowly began to turn the camera away from her face to the doorway.

The smile on Harry's face deepened as Zara came into view on the phone, innocently bringing his hand up to wave at her. Wednesday noticed her jaw silently drop.

"Hi," he said, breathing out a laugh at the shock that had spread across her face.

Silence filled the air as Wednesday and Harry both looked at her shocked face in quiet amusement.

And then.

"Have you two fucked?!" she asked, excitement growing on her face.

Wednesday and Harry looked at each other, laughing awkwardly at the question.

"Yeah, kind of...a few times," Wednesday replied, rubbing her nose as she failed to hide a smile.

Something very similar to relief washed over Zara's face as she leant back.

"Fucking FINALLY!" Zara yelled, making Wednesday's eyes crinkle in amusement.

Harry walked to the edge of the bed, peering down so he could see the phone and witness Zara's elation with a grin.

"Yeah, it kind of just...happened," Wednesday explained, looking over to him and feeling the warmth in her face still.

"And it's about time it did! I really thought I was going to have to organise some sort of intervention. Lock you two in a room together or something until you had nothing else to do other than shag," Zara grinned, pushing back her glasses.

Harry laughed at her, pushing his hair back so it wasn't falling in front of his face anymore.

"How long have you two lovebirds been at it then?" she asked, wholly interested in getting all the details she could.

"Um...two weeks," Wednesday said, watching Zara's jaw drop open once again.

"Two weeks?! And you didn't think to tell me as soon as the deed had been done?" she asked incredulously.

"I've been a bit busy," Wednesday said defensively, unable to hide her grin.

"Yeah, getting dicked down!"

Harry snort laughed from where he was now stood at the dresser, getting out some clothes to wear for rehearsals. Wednesday rubbed her face, chewing on her inner cheek.

"I would say that's not the reason, but it kind of is," Wednesday said sheepishly.

"Well, I can hardly blame you. You've fancied him for god knows how—"

Wednesday faked a loud cough to try and hide Zara's words, widening her eyes down at her to save a scrap of her own dignity. Though Harry was turned away, she could see the side of his face. See the pull of his cheeks and the dimples underneath as he grinned at the words he'd so clearly heard.

Once again – fuck.

"Anyway, how's work?" Wednesday asked, trying to move the conversation along.

Harry was stepping into his boxers and she stole a glance, still feeling heated at the fact she got to witness him like this.

"Who cares? Don't try and change the subject now that it's gotten interesting," she said, smirking at Wednesday's flared nostrils. "Wait—did my birthday present to you have anything to do with it happening?"

"Um, we'd already sealed the deal at that point but..." Wednesday began, biting her lip as she caught Harry's eye. They both grinned, reminiscing about her birthday night and just how handy those crotchless panties had come in. "Let's just say they've definitely been used."

"Oh my god," Zara squeaked. "I knew when I was writing that card that I was basically manifesting it happening. And now look!"

"You were manifesting me having sex?"

"No. I was manifesting you getting railed by one Harry Styles. There's a difference."

Wednesday nearly died right there as she noticed Harry suppress a laugh, rubbing his nose.

"Anyway, speaking of Harry, put him back on. I want to question him," Zara continued.

Sighing, Wednesday looked over to him with a regretful smile. She knew she should have done this when he'd left, knowing what Zara was like. It was like her filter was non-existent. Harry, hearing her request, moved back towards the bed as he pulled his joggers up, his chest still bare.

Wednesday moved the phone back to show him to Zara.

"So, Mr Styles, I would like to know what your intentions are with my Wednesday here?"

Wednesday felt her insides shrivel at her words and she physically slid into the bed further, wanting to dip her entire body under the covers and put some noise cancelling headphones on for good measure.

Harry breathed out a nervous laugh, looking down to the screen as he ummed and ahhed, trying to find an answer that would satisfy her friend.

"I guess to make her happy, I suppose," he answered, tongue darting out to lick his lips as he stole a glance at Wednesday, looking away shyly when she caught his eye.

She could see the pout on Zara's lips as his answer lingered in the air, her hand flying to her chest at the sweetness of it. Harry looked slightly smug at the reaction he'd gained, knowing he'd given the perfect answer to pass the test with flying colours.

Wednesday rolled her eyes. Kiss ass.

"That's the correct answer, well done," Zara nodded, before pointing her finger at the screen. "But listen up. If you ever hurt her, I will buy one of those hot dog dicers, hunt you down, and chop it off myself. I don't care who you are, I'll do it."

Harry's eyes widened in slight horror as Wednesday just laughed at his reaction, not one bit shocked that Zara had threatened him with premature violence should he ever wrong her. This was the woman who had been ready to egg Patrick's entire house, had Wednesday not told her not to, after all. Being a ride-or-die friend was just in her nature.

"I won't, I promise," Harry said, forcing a smile down at her.

"Mhm," Zara said, narrowing her eyes. Wednesday brought he phone back to face her as Zara checked her watch and suddenly realised what time it was. "Shit. I've got to get back to work, but we are not done discussing this yet, you hear me? I want allllll the details, if you know what I mean."

Zara raised her eyebrows and Wednesday knew exactly what details she wanted. Her mind was in the gutter.

"We'll talk later, and I'll fill you in on everything," Wednesday said, trying to be quiet as Harry grabbed a t-shirt and pulled it over his head. "See you soon."

"Bye, go have some more sex!"

Wednesday ended the call with a grin, shaking her head. She laid back into the bed, not quite ready yet to get out.

Harry's bed was much larger than hers, and much cosier. How he had the willpower to pull himself from it early every morning was beyond her. It was already approaching 9 a.m. and she had no intention of leaving anytime soon.

"So," he said, smoothing the fabric down over his torso and walking over to the bed with a grin. He laid down across her feet, facing her as he kept his head propped up on his bent arm. "You've been having wet dreams about me, huh?"

Oh god. She'd hoped he would have magically forgotten.

Clearing her throat, she could feel the warmth on her cheeks as she snuggled into the bed fully, shielding her face from his view.

"I had one and I couldn't help it," she said from under the covers, her voice coming out all muffled.

Harry shifted on top of the covers, leaning over her slightly until she felt the warmth from under the duvet replaced with a cool gust of air as it was pulled back.

"What was that?" Harry asked, smug at her reaction as he looked down at her reddened face.

"Shut up," she whined, trying to pull back the cover he'd taken from her and failing.

"What did I do in this dream, then? Touch you, feel you?" he asked, loving how she cringed at his words as her face turned a deep shade of crimson.

She turned over, burying her face into her hands as she laughed, trying to hide her face from his view. He moved up the bed, hands finding her arms as he laughed with the effort, trying to pry them away.

"Don't tell me...I pinned you up against the wall? Or did we fuck in front of a mirror—again?"

He was loving this, she knew from the teasing tone of his voice. Meanwhile, she felt like a 12-year-old boy whose friends had just found out he had wet dreams over a teacher or something. The embarrassment levels were equal.

"Did I..." he added, trying to think of more scenarios, still attempting to pull her arms away. "Did you ride me? Or was it kinkier?"

Wednesday released her hands from her face suddenly, reaching her peak level of annoyance.

"You went down on me, okay?! You went down on me and I came," she said, falling back into the pillow with a huff and crossing her arms.

She dared to look over at Harry, instantly knowing it was a mistake. His face held a toxic mixture of smugness and amusement, his lips curled up. Moving towards her, his hand found its way to her waist as he positioned himself above her. Leaning forwards, a droplet of water from his still wet hair dripped onto her collarbone as he smirked devilishly at her underneath him.

"If you want that to happen, it can easily be arranged baby."

Closing the gap between their lips, he teasingly tugged at her bottom lip, smiling against her with his newfound knowledge.

She breathed into it, enjoying the sensation as her head lifted from the pillow to kiss him back just as passionately.

But then she broke the kiss, letting her head fall back to the white pillowcase. Looking up to him still hovering over her, she clutched the duvet over her body.

"What I want, is a cup of coffee and some toast, please."

It wasn't like she didn't like the sound of his offer. But if she had any more form of sexual interaction this morning, she was scared she'd develop third degree burns from how much they'd been at it.

So, she was placing herself on a self-imposed sex ban. At least, for the next 12 hours or so. If she could hack it.

Probably not, but it was worth a try.

Harry pecked her lips, smiling down at her.

"Coffee and toast it is."

He left shortly after fulfilling her request, bringing it to her in bed before heading off for another day of rehearsals and leaving her in the house to do as she pleased.

Polishing off the toast, she sat back in bed contentedly, turning the TV on the wall on for something to fill the silence. As she laid back, her eyes caught the Mount Fuji painting she'd painted herself, still atop the drawers under the TV. It was in the centre, directly opposite the bed, like he'd wanted to have a clear view of it when he went to sleep and when he awoke.

Something about that made her all warm and fuzzy.

Their date was later that day, the one Harry had said he was going to take her on earlier in the week, and she could already feel her nerves bubbling in anticipation. She wasn't sure why—it was just Harry after all.

But it felt deeper than a date with anyone else. Like they were stepping into a new territory. Taking the next step towards something more permanent. And though she wanted that more than anything, it scared her more than anything too.

Because the deeper she fell, the harder the impact would be if anything went wrong.

The part of her that she had to battle every day—the part that told her she wasn't good enough for him or worthwhile—was lurking in the shadows, waiting for it to all fall to pieces. And she was so scared of that happening, so scared of being left alone and having everything she felt confirmed.

But she was determined to not let it defeat her. To not let it have the grip on her it had possessed for years. She pushed every negative thought, every anxious feeling to a place it couldn't hurt her. Compartmentalising it all to let the happiness take the reins for once.

So, when it got closer to the time Harry would be back, ready to take her wherever he was taking her, she revelled in the excitement and got ready.

He'd still not told her where they were going. His only instruction had been to wear something comfy and casual. So, she had. Jeans, sweater, trainers and a jacket.

Harry came through the front door at around half 5, catching her in the kitchen on her phone and greeting her with a kiss.

After taking ten minutes to get changed and freshened up, he came down the stairs, smiling happily over at her.

"Ready?" he asked, car keys in hand.

"Mhm," she hummed in response, hopping down from the stool and following him out of the door.

He unlocked the blacked-out tesla and Wednesday slid into the passenger seat, fastening the seat belt. As he began to reverse, she looked over to him expectantly.

"Soooo, can you tell me now where we're going?"

He grinned as he stared in the rear-view mirror, pulling the car around and starting down the gravelled driveway.

"Nope."

Wednesday leant back, sighing frustratedly. She didn't know why she'd bothered.

They drove through north London as the radio played quietly in the background and Wednesday was almost certain he was heading in the direction of east London. She tried and failed to wrack her brain for possible activities in the east of the city that would be date worthy and require casual clothes. Harry was just as casual; jeans, hoodie, coat. It couldn't be somewhere fancy, which was sort of a relief to her. Fancy establishments were usually overrated.

By the time the sun had begun to lower, Harry started slowing down on a gravelly road that seemed to be on an incline. Wednesday squinted at the trees and shrubbery lining the road, failing to see anything beyond it.

There was a car in front, seemingly heading to the same destination as they were. Was it some type of festival again? Outdoor mini golf?

Finally, their car reached the top of the hill and opened into a larger bit of gravelled road. And once Harry had turned the corner slowly, lights lined the grass to either side of the gravel, leading to the large clearing that was seemingly out in the field with plenty of other cars lined up.

Wednesday's eyes widened as she noticed the large screen they were all faced towards, the vintage movie poster signs stuck to the boards on the grass.

It was a drive-in cinema.

She looked over to him with a shocked smile, excitement growing within her at where they were.

"We're watching a movie?" she asked, her eyes trailing over the field they were still rolling towards.

"Yep. Didn't want to take you to just any old regular cinema though," Harry said, enjoying her reaction.

He stopped when they reached the attendant at the gate, lowering the window to show the code from his phone. Once it had been accepted, she gave him a speaker box to hear the movie with and allowed him to continue on, into the field where another attendant was directing people where to park.

As they drove in, finding a suitable spot, Wednesday took in the entire scene. It looked vintage, like the drive-in cinemas you saw from the 50s. From the purple and turquoise diner like sign, to the pop-up food stands at the side, it felt like she'd entered a new decade.

Once Harry parked up and placed the speaker box on the dashboard, he turned the engine off. Wednesday watched him turn towards her, almost hesitant to see if she was truly excited or not. He needn't have been—she already loved it.

"This is amazing Harry," she said, leaning forward to look out at the adverts currently playing on the large screen. "Thank you."

"It's no problem," he replied, smiling shyly. "Do you want to know what we're here to see?"

The way his lips were curving before he'd even told her indicated that it was something she already loved. And there was only one film she could imagine this amount of people would drive out for, to watch in the growing darkness.

"Is it Grease?" she asked excitedly.