Watching Faith walk down the aisle is one of the reasons why I am very thankful waterproof mascara exists.

For most of my life I had to watch my dad live in misery because of my mom, and the fact that he was able to find love in someone else who is literally perfect for him is just...amazing.

And one day I hope to have what they have. The moment I realized that was when I was up on the alter standing between Taylor and Lara and Faith was saying her vows to my dad. I had made eye contact with Harry, who was sat in the first row and stared at up me with bright eyes, but he didn't look happy.

But the moment he locked eyes with me, I swear I saw all of the sadness behind his eyes disappear and he cracked the tiniest smile.

I am pretty sure we stared at each other until Faith and my dad kissed, and I finally looked away from him when I heard clapping, feeling my face heat up as I clapped along with everyone else, cheering as my dad kissed the love of his life.

That brings us to now. Louis, Riley, Lara - Faith's sister -, Zayn, Nick, Harry, and I were all at one table chatting to ourselves, when I noticed Harry kept looking over in my direction.

"You two have been eye-fucking each other all night." Lara says to me as she sipped on her champagne.

I look away from Nick, who was talking to Harry, and I face Lara. "Who?"

"You and Harry. There is more sexual tension between you two than I have with my last husband. And that says a lot, honey." She says, nodding over at Harry as she set her glass down on the table. "Go ask him to dance."

I scoffed nervously. "Yeah, I can't do that."

"Why not? He clearly has a thing for you. So get your cute little ass up and make a move." She urged.

Lara didn't know about my past with Harry, but this woman has eyes for this kind of stuff and if she is telling me to make a move, I know I have to making a fucking move whether I want to or not.

The both of us look at Harry before I took the deepest breath I could. "Fuck it." I tell her, grabbing her glass of champagne and downing the rest of it - which wasn't much.

"Wooh!" Lara cheered. Ignoring the burning in my throat, I stand up and straighten out my dress, getting a smack on my ass from Lara as I moved past her and towards Harry.

Nick and Harry stop their conversation when they saw me and I forced a smile. They both stared up at me, and suddenly I felt nervous as hell, so I did something stupid.

"Care to dance, Nicholas?"

"What, we don't do enough of that together, already?" Nick joked, but I noticed his side glance at Harry as he stood up. "Let's go."

Harry watched as Nick grabbed my hand and led me over to the dance floor, a frown etched on his face. I looked over at Lara and saw her shaking her head before standing up and taking Nick's spot next to Harry, introducing herself to him.

Oh my god I'm going to murder her. Right before I die of humiliation.

"Backed out, huh?" Nick chuckled as he rested his hands on my hips. I look up at him and sigh, putting my arms around his neck.

"Shut up."

He shook his head and started swaying us along with the slow music. "Ya know, he wanted to ask you to dance but said he was scared you'd say no."

My body tensed up. "Really? Now I feel like shit because I just asked you to dance in front of him. What the hell is wrong with me?"

"We don't have time to unwrap all of that." He started, earning a glare from me. "But - now correct me if I'm wrong - I think that you still like him and are scared of ruining your friendship."

I know he was expecting me to go against him and say I don't like Harry like that anymore, but I couldn't keep denying it when I knew exactly what I was feeling. Yes, I was afraid of admitting it to myself, but I realized that was getting me nowhere and just confusing myself even more.

"I know." I groaned. "This fucking sucks."

Nick's eyes widened and his jaw fell. "Did you...you actually agree with me? You are admitting your feelings out loud?"

I roll my eyes and backhand his shoulder. "Alright, stop being dramatic."

He closes his mouth and smirked. "I'm just glad you finally realized it." He glanced behind me and his smirk fell. "Now, don't get mad, but I think Lara said something to Harry because he is walking over here."

My anxiety levels rose and I stood up straight, dropping my arms slightly. "Oh god. Do I look okay?" I panicked quietly.

"You look beautiful, Mads. Just act normal." He whispered.

I nearly froze when Harry came into view with an edgy smile on his lips and looked between the both of us. "Mind if I steal her from you?" He asks Nick.

Nick flashed me a grin before shaking his head. "Not at all." He grabbed my hands from his shoulder and handed them over to Harry before walking away, sending me a wink.

Harry kept my left hand in his and brought my right hand to his shoulder, placing his own on my waist and slowly sliding it towards my back to pull me closer.

"Hi." He greeted timidly, looking down between us and back up at my face.

"Hi." I replied just as quietly, praying he thought I was just cold instead of knowing my face was turning red from us being this close.

"You look...wow." He breathed.

"Good wow or bad wow?" I asked hesitantly.

"Good. Very good wow." He answered, his face looking almost as red as mine. The top of his head was hidden with a black fedora that matched his black suit. All of it was tied together with the bandana that hung around his neck.

"Thank you. You look wow too." I said, slowly gaining my confidence back as my nerves slipped away.

"Good wow, right?"

"No." I dragged out sarcastically, making him crack a smile.

Unable to hold back, my annoying self reached up and poked his dimples, which only widened his grin. Now both of his hands were on my waist and mine moved to grip both ends of the bandana around his neck.

We were swaying slowly, enjoying the music comfortably when the next song comes on. Harry and I both look up at each other, the air growing thick with tension as we both realized what song it was.

"Her eyes, here eyes make the starts look like they're not shining. Her hair, her hair falls perfectly without her trying..."

The melody played faintly as everyone around us danced, but Harry and I just stood stiff in each other's arms. Not knowing what else to do, my arms are back around his neck and I lie my head on his chest.

He relaxes slightly under me and tightened his arms around my back, beginning to sway again. Neither of us said anything about the music.

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The later the night got, the more I remembered last night with Harry. From when I took him to the rail road all the way up to us texting.

The wedding was over now and Harry and I were back at my dad's. The kids had gone to stay with Faith's mom, and Faith was staying at the hotel tonight, so that meant Harry and I had the house alone.

That thought was the reason I kept making up different scenarios in my head on what could possibly happen within the next twelve hours.

I had just finished showering and was now sitting in my bed, watching some performance videos of Nick and I.

As I finished watching the Olympic short dance, I heard a knock on my door. "Come in." I say without even acknowledging that it was Harry behind the door.

I place the pencil between my teeth and press play on the video from the twenty-fourteen olympics, studying my movements carefully.

"Hey."

I rip my eyes away from the screen for a second and see Harry standing in the doorway, his hands in his sweatpants pockets and his wet hair hanging next to his face. "Hey." I mumble through the pencil, hitting the space bar to pause the video again.

"What are you up to?" He asked, his accent thicker than usual.

"Studying." I answered vaguely.

"For?" He asked, coming more into my room by taking slow steps.

"Nothing. Just watching some of our old solo programs." I explained briefly, taking the pencil out of my mouth and setting it on the notebook next to me, sitting up so I wasn't lying on my stomach anymore.

"Ah, makes more sense." He chuckled. "Do you have a blow dryer I could borrow? I don't like going to bed with wet hair."

"Yeah, it should be on the floor in front of the mirror." I nodded towards the mirror against the corner next to the closet and he walked over to it. I bite the inside of my cheek as I watched him bend down and unplug it, my mouth having a mind of its own. "You can do it in here if you want. Could use the company."

He looked over his shoulder, clearly hiding his smile. "Are you sure? It's not too loud?"

"No, it's fine. Go ahead." I waved, not even paying attention to my video anymore. I watched him turn on the hair dryer, looking completely lost as he tried drying his hair. His lips formed a pout as he looked at himself in the mirror, letting out a huff.

"The diffuser is next to your knee." I tell him. He looks at me through the mirror before looking down, grabbing the black tip that attaches to the end of the blow dryer.

"What the hell is this?" He mumbled, staring at it like it was a foreign object. It probably is foreign to him.

"It attaches to the end and dries faster. It's normally used for curly hair." I said, throwing my feet over the end of the bed and standing up. I walk over to where he sat cross-legged on the floor and got down in my knees in front of him. "Here."

He slowly and skeptically handed me the blow dryer and diffuser, eyeing me as I attached the diffuser and turned it on. Standing on my knees, I reached up to his head and tilted it slightly so his hair hung to the side.

I felt his eyes on my face the entire time, patiently allowing me to do his hair for him as I ignored his burning stare.

I straightened out his head and scrunched up the sides of his hair, resisting the urge to run my fingers through the soft curls that were beginning to form.

The whole process took about ten minutes till his hair was dry enough to take the diffuser off. After I switched from the diffuser to the thin tip, I stood on my knees again and did the top of his head.

I didn't realize how intimate of a position we were in until I looked down and felt his breath on my neck and saw that his dark green eyes were burning into mine.

"What?" I asked just above a whisper, feeling my mouth become dry from how closer we actually were.

"You're so beautiful." He said so quietly, I almost didn't hear him because of how loud the blow dryer was. I did not expect drying his hair to become so...sensual.

I'm pretty sure I stopped breathing when I notice his eyes flick to my lips, so I turned off the blow dry and cleared my throat. "All done."

As I was setting the blow dryer down, his hand grasped my arm and he pulled me back towards him, taking me completely by surprise when his warm lips made contact with my own.

I sat there in shock, not able to find it in me to move my lips against his or pull away. When he noticed I wasn't responding, he pulled back with a panicked look in his eyes like he just realized what he'd done.

Finally breaking from my state of shock, I lean in and close the gap again without thinking, finally able to process how much I missed the feeling of having his lips on mine. I forgot what it was like to kiss him, and I was fucked now that I remember how amazing it feels.

He responded quickly by moving his lips in sync with my own, a million different emotions swirling through me; but I pushed them all aside when he gripped my waist and pulled me onto him, my knees separating so I was straddling his waist.

It was all clashed teeth and tongues, like we were trying to make up for all of the time we missed. When I tugged on his hair, I nearly got sent into cardiac arrest at the sound of a strained groan leaving his throat.

Fuck, what are we doing?

I couldn't even process my thoughts because I felt his hand around my throat and soon enough, my back was on the floor as he hovered over me, neither of us breaking apart. Air didn't even exist at the moment, and if it did, I wouldn't even want to breathe it anymore.

The hand that wasn't used to hold down my neck was cupping the back of my right knee and hanging it at his hip.

I didn't want to, but I knew we had to stop when I started to feel extremely aroused. Not only that, but I felt him becoming hard through the thin fabric of his sweatpants.

I guess the universe knew I wouldn't have the strength to stop this from going further, so my phone started to ring on my bed, making Harry's lips finally leave mine - much to my disappointment. He rested his forehead against mine as both of us struggled to catch our breaths, our chests heaving from lack of oxygen. I let my phone go to voicemail, not even having the time or energy to get up and answer it anyway.

I am too scared to open my eyes, because now that the fun part is over, we don't know what is going to happen after this, and that is the part that scares me.

His hand left my neck and he climbed off of me. When I finally gained the strength to open my eyes, he was already out of my room. Soon enough, I heard a door close gently in the distance.

What the fuck just happened?

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