A.

Celia was silent as Harry didn't tear his eyes from her, and I chewed on my lip, instantly wishing I hadn't noticed the ring on her finger - though I didn't mention it, and I'd planned to keep it to myself for her sake; Harry clearly watched me a lot closer than I'd thought, easily observing the way Celia's engagement ring on her finger.

"When did you get that, Mum?" Harry pressed, though he didn't seem angry, only rather intent on knowing.

"Yesterday, Harry," Celia swallowed nervously, sending Ben a glance as he placed his hand comfortingly over hers. I could tell Celia was anticipating a blowup from Harry, and was expecting him to get angry, or storm out at least. But Harry just blew out a breath and sank further back into his chair.

"Were you going to tell me? Or any of us?" Harry narrowed his eyes, pinching his lip between his forefinger and thumb.

"Of course I was," she sighed, glancing at Livi and Ben, "it's just a large pill to swallow, and I would've told you at dinner, yesterday, but.. you know."

Harry narrowed his eyes a little further, shuffling in his seat, "Alright, when's the wedding?"

"They only got engaged yesterday, H," I nudged his arm, to which he didn't respond.

Ben then spoke up for the first time since I'd met him, "July 27th."

Harry raised his eyebrows in disbelief, "You've set a date for a few weeks time? What's the rush?"

"We're not getting any younger," Ben shot down his challenge, and folded his arms sternly, causing even Celia to shoot him a puzzled look.

"Then the day after we'll fly out to Seattle for your graduation, alright?" Celia interjected, but Harry ignored her.

"Well, congratulations," Harry shot back in a tone just as sharp, Ben shooting a glare in his direction, while I let my hand rest on the nape of Harry's neck.

"Right," Gemma cleared her throat, attempting to calm the atmosphere, but the tension was already so thick you could cut it with a knife. She smiled brightly, "Livi, what've you got there?"

Shit. I glanced at Harry, knowing the realisation would've just clicked in his mind - Livi would now be his sister. She was a lovely little girl, but for whatever reason - Harry 'despised' her. I was pretty sure he liked her deep down, but he'd never admit it to me.

"I don't want a bratty little sister," Harry whispered into my ear suddenly, confirming my suspicions.

"You'd be a good brother," I chuckled, before adding, "if you wanted to be."

"Shut up, you," he ran his tongue over his bottom lip, throwing an arm over my shoulder and tugging me into his side with a laugh as I shot him a playful grin.

Our food was set down in front of us, and Celia tried to pick up conversation once more.

"So," she said brightly, "Who- wait, where's Liam?" she frowned suddenly.

"In bed at the flat," Harry replied with his mouth full of waffles, before swallowing and adding, "I called him, and he said socialising before two in the afternoon should be illegal, and that I was an 'uneducated swine' for thinking any different."

"What's a swine?" Livi piped up suddenly.

"Ask your daddy, Liv, I'm sure he knows all too well," Harry took a nonchalant sip of his orange juice, as Gemma snorted from beside him and I bit my lip to stifle my own laugh.

"Harry!" Celia scolded him, but Ben didn't say a word as we shifted away from the topic.

"Daddy, what's a swine?" Livi asked Ben now, and I buried my head in my hands now to stifle my laughter as Gemma let out a hilarious cackle from beside H.

"Ah, bloody hell," Harry calmed his own laughter, "I might actually like this little shit, now."

"Harry," Celia said sternly, "don't swear in front of kids."

"Oh, come on, she loves it. Livi, remember what I taught you last time I was here?" Harry prompted her, as practically the whole table frowned in confusion.

"Fuck bitches, get money!" Livi suddenly exclaimed incredibly loudly, as Harry burst into hysterical fits of laughter, and Ben looked absolutely furious.

"That," Harry continued to roar with laughter, slapping his knee, "is the greatest thing that rat-child has ever said!"

"Livi, you do not say things like that," Ben snapped at her, and she looked at Harry, before rolling her eyes as if she was five times her age.

"Fuck off, grandpa," she dismissed him, and Harry's laughter grew even louder, as did Gemma's, and I continued to try and stifle my own, while Celia bit back her own smile.

"Fuck, this is golden!" Harry exclaimed, looking at me now, "I can see you trying not to laugh, Ana Grace. Admit that I'm hilarious," he pinched my hip.

"Harry, stop it," Celia tried to remain stern, though a grin was tugging at her lips.

"What?" Harry asked innocently, "I'm just bonding with my little sister!"

"Which clearly won't work out well, if she's going to pick up on all the vulgar shit you say," Ben spat, and Harry mock-gasped.

"Benjamin, I don't think you should be swearing in front of your child," Harry tutted, shooting me a smirk as he got even further under Ben's skin.

"Are you gonna eat that?" Gemma interrupted suddenly, stabbing her fork into Harry's waffles and taking a large bite, her plate somehow already clear.

"Well, apparently you are," Harry lifted his arms from the table as Gemma tucked into his waffles without hesitation, "Bloody hell, Gem, you're ploughing through that like a pregnant woman," Harry joked, his arm remaining lazily over my shoulder.

Gemma suddenly looked up guiltily, as everybody's eyes suddenly widened, "Um.." she trailed off.

"Oh, fucking hell," Harry buried his head into my shoulder, "you're pregnant too?!"

"What do you mean, too?" Celia asked sharply, eyeing Harry and I intensely.

"I meant Ana's pregnant," Harry said nonchalantly just as I was about to swallow my the pancakes in my mouth, causing me to choke for a few seconds.

"WHAT?!" Celia shouted louder than I thought possible with a look of shock on her face, as other diners now turned around and shot evil looks at us for causing such a disruption.

I took a long sip of my juice, steadying my breathing, "I'm not pregnant, Celia," I assured her, whacking Harry's arm once Celia had turned back to Gemma, while all he did was smirk playfully at me.

"But, Gemma - you're..?" Celia trailed off nervously, as Gemma polished off Harry's plate.

"Yeah, I'm pregnant, if you couldn't tell," Gemma smiled at the rest of us.

Celia raised her eyebrows, "Are you sure? I thought you were just bloated-"

"Mum!" Harry yelped before bursting into a fit of laughter again, this time I joined him.

"No, Mum, I'm not just bloated," Gemma giggled, "I was gonna wait for James to come back so we could tell you together, but Hazza decided to go and expose me."

"You were eating like an animal, I only pointed it out," Harry grinned in protest, "but congrats, Gem, that's amazing. At least we got some good news today!" he exclaimed brightly, directing the comment at Ben, while in response Ben only scoffed

"You're the worst," I told him, poking his arm as he shrugged.

"I'm so happy for you, darling!" Celia exclaimed suddenly, tears forming in her eyes immediately.

"Oh, bloody hell, she's crying now," Harry groaned light-heartedly, as Celia continued to cry, quizzing Gemma on the pregnancy.

It was so nice to see Harry happy - he was so relaxed, despite our location, and the events of this morning and last night - and he was having fun. He was acting like the Harry I knew, but most never saw, the light-hearted, playful, and cheeky boy I loved so much.

We left the café soon after, and I was sure to wish Gemma congratulations as we drove back, Harry asking her to drop us back at his flat for the rest of the day, and we would routinely head back to Ben's that night.

I thanked Gemma as we got out of the car, Harry sending her a sarcastic remark of some kind as we headed into the apartment building, and towards the stairs.

"These shoes are fucking killing me," I groaned, tugging my sneakers off my feet and grasping them in my hands at the bottom of the stairs.

"S'what you get for wearing posh shoes," Harry teased, pinching my hip as I rolled my eyes.

"They're not posh," I argued.

"Then start walking," Harry teased, "we have four flights to get up, here."

"You know," I huffed, starting up the stairs, "you could be a nice boyfriend and help me."

"I am a nice boyfriend," he grinned, "the best, actually."

"Bullshit," I narrowed my eyes.

"That's not what you say to someone you want to carry you up these stairs now, is it?" he sent me another smirk, turning around so his back was facing my front, and I looped my arms over his shoulders to hop onto his back.

"Maybe you can be nice sometimes," I joked, as he brought his arms around my legs to support me better.

"Tell me I'm the best boyfriend," I could almost hear his grin.

"Never."

"Ana Grace, tell me I'm the best boyfriend!" he yelled in fake panic, acting as if he were about to drop me, "quick - it's life or death!"

"You're the best boyfriend, Harry," I laughed as he began running up the stairs with me on his back, taking two steps at a time as he raced towards the apartment.

Somehow we made it to the top without one of us breaking our neck, and Harry shoved his key in the lock and kicked open the apartment door.

"Fuck, it's boiling," Harry cursed at the heat as we entered the flat, heading straight for the kitchen and filling two glasses with water and ice, handing me one of them.

We made our way to his room, leaving Liam's slumber undisturbed as Harry shut his door behind us, tugging me immediately down onto his bed, pressing kisses to my neck.

"Whoa," I giggled as his lips travelled over my skin, "somebody's in a good mood today."

"Nooo," he dragged the word out, peppering my jaw with more kisses, "I just love you very, very much." He lay on top of me, his hands either side of me to steady himself and make sure he wasn't crushing me.

"I love you too," I laughed, as he flipped us over, and I now lay on top of him, his hands immediately moving to my face to cup it.

"Well, obviously," he joked, pecking my lips quickly before winding his arms around my waist and resting his hands on the small of my back, rubbing it with the flat of his palm.

"Overshley," I mocked his accent in the way I often did, and he gasped in mock-offence, moving his hand down to my bum and smacking it playfully.

"Right, that was rude - you owe me a kiss, now," he teased, puckering his lips at me.

"I owe you nothing," I teased in response.

"Mm," he hummed, sliding his hand in between our two bodies and slipping it between my legs. The contact is faint; light, and it's not direct - but it's there, and it's enough to arise goosebumps on my skin, "Give me a kiss or I'll make sure you wake Liam up."

"Never," I whispered in response, watching his pupils dilate as I challenged him.

Harry flipped us over again so that I was beneath him, bringing his hand back between my legs, eyes meeting mine, "You sure you don't want to give me that kiss?"

"Positive," I mustered the voice to say, as his green irises already pierced into my own, fiddling with the button of my jeans and slipping his hand under them.

His eyes watched mine carefully as he rubbed his fingertips between my legs, causing my lips to part, but I remained quiet.

"Oh, that's how you want to play this?" Harry sent me a smirk, as he practically ripped my jeans from my legs, while I only nodded, "you won't be able to stay quiet, Ana Grace, you know I'll win this. Just give in now."

I bit my lip as he continued to watch me intently, swiping his tongue over his bottom lip and pulling at the waistband of my underwear, "You won't get a sound out of me."

Harry's smirk deepened and his eyes darkened as he cocked an eyebrow, "That sounds like a challenge, baby," he rasped, and the sound of his voice like that was pure sex in itself for me.

He lifted my shirt, leaving it on but folding it back just enough to press his lips to the flat of my stomach for a moment. He lifted his head suddenly, eyes meeting mine for a mere second as he glanced to his left, clearly possessing an idea of some kind.

Harry lifted himself off me, and I shot him a confused look as he reached for his glass of water, taking a long sip, and taking an ice cube into his mouth before setting the glass back down. He kept it in his mouth as he brought his lips back to my neck, the icy feel of his lips on my neck enough to send shivers up my spine as his fingers dropped back to my underwear. The pads of his fingers were cold against my skin as he curled them around the waistband of my underwear, tugging them down my legs.

He didn't hesitate to drag his fingers, still freezing cold, up my slit, immediately causing my back to arch and my toes to curl as I desperately tried to remain quiet while he brought his freezing thumb to my clit.

"Harry," I murmured, desperate to stifle any moans threatening to surface.

"What is it, baby?" he asked innocently, the ice cube clearly now dissolved on his tongue, his lips glistening with water. "Think I'm gonna win this one?"

"Not a chance," I said determinedly, though I knew I'd be toast if he touched me any more.

He gripped my hips in his hand, pinning me down to the bed as he shifted further down my body, pressing a cold kiss to my lower abdomen. He ran his fingers once more over my slit, but it was nothing compared to when he drew a tantalisingly slow line with his tongue, causing my hips to buck up off the mattress, only to be pinned back down by the strong grip of Harry's hands.

His tongue, ice cold, swirled around my clit, causing my lips to curl into an 'o' shape, as I desperately dragged my teeth over my lip in attempts to stay quiet. Harry watched me carefully from his position between my legs, noticing I was already near a breaking point, and so he pressed the flat of his tongue directly onto my clit, sliding a finger into me - the unfamiliarity of his tongue being so cold adding an extra sense of ecstasy, only making it harder to silence myself.

"Fuck," I mumbled, still determined to silence myself as Harry's sharp hearing caught on to what I'd said, a glint appearing in his eye as his fingers continued their pumping in and out of me, before he stopped.

"Still not giving in, pretty girl?" he murmured, his lips glistening as his eyes burned into mine, and I shook my head firmly. He bit his lip as the smirk grew on his lips, and he slid his hands under the backs of my thighs and under my waist, lifting my legs so that they were around his neck. He brought his tongue to my entrance, dipping it inside of me, immediately causing a moan to past through my lips.

"Shit," I groaned, knowing I'd already lost our little game and bringing my hands over my face as Harry's eyes flickered back up to meet mine.

"See," he smirked up at me, rubbing a line with his fingers to replace his tongue as he spoke, "now you can be as loud as you want, baby. Be loud for me," was all he said before he buried his face back between my legs, lifting my hips back up to thrust his tongue into my entrance. A string of uncontrollable moans and profanities left my lips in an instant, my eyes fluttering shut as the pleasure overcame my body, and I could practically feel my blood rushing through my veins.

The pad of Harry's thumb was drawing circles over my clit while his tongue thrusted into me flicking against me as his name left my mouth repeatedly, pushing me closer to my end.

"Harry, I'm-" I tried to speak, but words wouldn't form as he tugged me even further onto his tongue, my hands shifting from their grip on the sheets to meet his hair, pulling mercilessly on his curls as his tongue continued its blissful assault on my heat.

"Look at me, Ana," he lifted his head to speak, and when I didn't open my eyes he squeezed my thigh, "Open your eyes or I won't let you come," he warned, and I desperately forced my eyes open, meeting his undeniably lustful gaze.

Harry didn't cease his actions as I came undone beneath the work of his tongue, my release hitting me like a crashing wave as I arched my back involuntarily, Harry's tongue flicking relentlessly against me as he pushed me through my high, the state of bliss and the pure chills I felt rushing through my veins and goosebumps arising on my skin unlike any other feeling.

"I love you," I was practically panting as he moved further up my body and brought his lips to mine, capturing my own in a rough kiss as I tasted myself on his tongue, still possessing an undeniable euphoric state.

"I love you," he returned, running his hand over the curve of my waist, "and I won."