A.

I left the bathroom after what felt like hours of contemplation and a long shower to clear my head. I was pretty sure Harry was asleep, as well as Liam, judging by the darkness and the silence throughout the flat.

I wanted to tell Harry what was going on more than anything - but it wasn't my secret to tell; it was Celia's. I couldn't do that to her - tell her son the one secret I'd promised not to. Not that I knew what was going on - the last I'd heard was that Celia would try and figure out the truth with Mason, and I had no clue what that had resulted in. I knew that her wedding day was tomorrow, and it was unlikely she'd manage to keep a secret with Harry around, only adding to her stress - so I'd kept him away.

And now he was upset with me. And that hurt a lot. It didn't happen often: a fight that couldn't be sealed with a quick kiss and a small apology, but I knew he was really upset. I'd freaked out and got defensive with him, which had hurt him. I'd be angry, too.

I pushed open the bedroom door, the quiet sound of a song I didn't recognise bouncing off each wall and greeting my ears as I gently shut the door behind me.

He lay on his side, facing me with his head pressed to the pillow - he wasn't asleep, I could tell instantly, but he didn't bother to open his eyes. I blew out a long breath between my lips, taking cautious steps towards the bed, and apprehensively hovering beside it, unsure of whether I should go any closer.

Then he opened his arms, his eyes remaining shut as he welcomed me into them - a soft smile tugging on my lips in relief as I shuffled into his grip and he closed his arms around me. I buried my head into his chest, and his chin rested on the top of my head as he held me tightly, providing the comfort he always did.

"I'm not going to ask again," he whispered suddenly against my hair, causing me to take my lip into my mouth, "but please don't lie to me again. Please," he almost begged me, his voice barely audible before he added, "I don't know if I can handle it."

I nodded, desperately wishing I could just open my mouth and tell him the truth. But I couldn't. That was the one thing I couldn't bring myself to do, as I pressed a single kiss to his throat, and allowed my eyes to close.

The one thing I hated most, I decided, was keeping things from Harry. I would always share everything with him - from my deepest, darkest feelings to my petty opinions on last night's 'Drag Race', as we argued over who we wanted to win. And I didn't share it all because I had to, or because he forced me to - it was because I wanted to. H was that person in my life who I could trust with anything and everything. And yet here we lay, only centimetres between us but a thousand miles away in our own minds.

The next morning I woke up to empty space beside me, but I wasn't surprised in the slightest. I hadn't expected Harry to stay and discuss last night's events, but I could only hope he was still here and that he hadn't left.

I was thankful when the bedroom door opened and Harry stepped inside, a towel hung low around his waist and his damp curls framing his face, clearly fresh out of the shower. He shot me a small smile as he wandered across the room to dump his dirty clothes in the laundry hamper, the muscles in his back flexing as he did so. He then turned back to face me, the black-inked butterfly on his torso capturing my attention as it always did, before I brought my eyes back to meet his, slightly anxious of how he was feeling this morning about the night before.

"Morning," he said simply, keeping his towel around his waist as he sank down into the mattress beside me, "Are you alright?"

"Are you?" I asked genuinely - after all, it was his mom getting married today.

Harry blew out a breath, "Getting by, like always."

I nodded, slightly thankful he hadn't brought up yesterday, "Did you get your tux out of the suitcase yesterday?"

"Shit," he groaned, bringing his hands over his face.

"It's gonna have creased," I rolled my eyes, standing up from the bed and unzipping his suitcase to tug the suit he would have to wear today out of it and hanging it over a chair.

"What dress did you even decide on, beaut?" he asked, "the red one I love?"

"No," I chuckled, heading back over to the bed, "I can't wear a short red dress to your mom's wedding."

"Why not?" he pouted as I shifted over, his legs slightly spread but outstretched, and so I sat between them with my own legs crossed, "you look hot in that dress."

"I'm not supposed to look hot, it's a wedding, and it's not mine."

"So you're saying you'll wear that red dress to our wedding?" he grinned, "Sold."

"Shut up," I laughed as his hand rested on my knee, "what time do we have to be there?"

"Gem wants to meet us at half one, ceremony's at two," he told me, gaze settling on my own, "Ana?"

"Yeah?"

"I meant what I said last night," he said quietly, "we don't lie. That isn't us."

I blew out a breath, "I know, H."

"Then don't. From this moment on there's no secrets. No lies, nothing. Promise me," he held out his pinky sheepishly, but I nodded my head and linked it with my own.

"I love you," I told him, the feeling of guilt once again settling in the pit of my stomach, "I promise."

He nodded slowly, winding his arms around my waist as I leant forward to connect his lips with my own. He made no effort to deepen the kiss and nor did I, we only relished in the chaste feel of one another, our lips moulding together as they always did, before I pulled back.

"I'm getting in the shower," I announced, standing up from the bed and grabbing the shampoo and conditioner I'd packed in my suitcase.

"If I'd have known you'd be getting in so soon after me I'd have just waited for you," Harry said, and I turned to glance at him, catching sight of his infamous smirk.

"No sex on your mom's wedding day," I jabbed my finger in his direction accusatively before swinging open the bedroom door.

"That's not a real rule!" he called in protest, while I only laughed.

"It is now!" I countered, slipping out of the bedroom and heading towards the bathroom.

I stepped into the shower, the water not taking much time to heat up since Harry had used it only a short while before I had. I stepped under the water, letting the heat rush over my skin and awaken my muscles. I exhaled deeply as the water continued to envelop me, the feeling of worry once again settling in the pit of my stomach. Fuck, I wanted to tell him. And it was eating away at me.

I was keeping the fact that Harry had an older brother from him - what kind of girlfriend did that make me?

I rinsed the last of the conditioner out of my hair, pushing all of the thoughts out of my head and forcing myself to focus on the real objective of today - it was Celia's wedding.

I headed back into the bedroom, finding it to be empty, so I could only assume Harry was somewhere else in the flat. I got the dress I was planning to wear from the closet and lay it across the bed, grabbing a strapless bra and some underwear from my suitcase and slipping them on.

The bedroom door swung open to reveal Harry, dressed in black dress pants and a white shirt, the buttons only half done up and an untied black tie hung over his shoulders. His hair was set in fluffy curls, framing the glowing skin of his face while a warm smile tugged at his lips.

"Is that the outfit for today?" he teased, signalling to my bra and underwear as I rolled my eyes, sending him a playful grin.

"Wishful thinking, but no," I picked up my dress from the bed as Harry took a seat on the end of it, and I slipped it on. It was a plush pink material, and it was soft against my skin - it's sleeves resting off my shoulders and the skater-like skirt reaching somewhere between my thigh and my knee, "Zip me up?"

Harry nodded, dragging his lip between his teeth for a moment before standing up from the bed. I turned around, a smile tugging at my lips at the way he'd reacted to the outfit. He ran his large palm over the small of my back and up my spine, closing his fingers around the zipper and tugging it upwards.

"You look beautiful," he murmured once I'd turned around.

"I haven't done my hair or my makeup yet," I laughed, running my hands up his chest and draping my arms over his shoulders.

"I know, but you're still going to be the most beautiful woman there," his hands trailed over my waist, and I couldn't help but smile as he added, "pink is coming a very close second to red now, I think."

"Celia will be the most beautiful woman there," I reminded him, as he scoffed jokingly and pressed a kiss to my forehead, "now leave me alone so I can finish getting ready."

"Yes, ma'am," he grinned, slapping my ass playfully as I walked past, continuing to shoo him out of the room, "We leave in an hour and a half, pretty girl!" he called, sending me a wink and heading out of the bedroom.