A.

"You know," Liam scowled, "just because you're back with Harry, it doesn't mean you can neglect me."

We were at Liam's house, spending the night there after Liam had complained he was 'lonely' and 'sick of our ugly asses spending time alone together', and so - we were keeping him company.

I chuckled, flicking Liam's head playfully as I walked past from grabbing a drink from his kitchen, heading towards the couch where Harry pulled me onto his lap, "You'll always be my second favourite, Liam," I teased.

"Bitch," he huffed, and Harry rested his chin on my shoulder, my back against his chest as he shot Liam a look.

"Watch it, midget," Harry warned, and Liam gasped.

"I'm taller than you!" Liam whined.

"Nah, I have a few inches on you. Just like I do in everything," Harry smirked playfully, and Liam threw a pillow at him, Harry using me as a shield.

"Wow, I really hate you," Liam sighed, "I invite you to my house, let you live here - and you, Ana - I expect more from you. I brought your relationship back together, you know."

"Proof?" Harry quipped.

"I-"

"Invalid statement."

"I fucking hate you, oh my God, you son of a-"

"Oi, who do we hate?" Niall asked, surfacing from the bathroom and flopping down onto the couch beside Liam, throwing an arm over his shoulder.

"Harry," Liam folded his arms, and Niall mock-gasped.

"And you're calling him a son of a bitch? Don't you ever insult Celia Styles like that, she's a bloody saint."

"Exactly, Niall," Harry declared, reaching over to high-five his friend, before leaning back against the couch again, his arms returning to their state around my waist.

"Niall!" Liam whined again, "you're meant to stick up for me."

"Am I?"

Liam and Niall continued with their argument of who should back who up, while Harry turned to me.

"I was meaning to ask you something, and I feel like I'll keep putting it off if I don't do it now."

"What? What's wrong?" I asked nervously.

"Mum wants me to come back to Manchester for a few days before graduation," he sighed, "and I feel like that trip will be a whole of a lot bearable with you there with me."

I raised my eyebrows, "What? When are you going?"

"Wednesday or Thursday," he answered solemnly, eyes watching mine as he squeezed my knee, "We'll fly out late Wednesday night, leave on Sunday afternoon. I would say you could meet the parents, but - since you've already met my mum - I guess it's more of a 'meet the sister'?" he then mused.

I nodded slowly, "I could ask my parents."

"But would you want to come?" he asked, appearing slightly more nervous now, until I pressed a gentle kiss to his knuckles.

"Of course, I'd love to come," I assured him honestly, watching the smile grow on his face.

"I doubt you'll love it," he told me, "it's a pretty shitty place to be."

"You'll be there," I shot him a reassuring smile, "It can't be shitty at all."

"I love you," he nudged his nose with mine playfully, some words I"d never get tired of hearing him say as his lips brushed over my own.

"I love you too," I replied, my hand resting comfortably at the nape of his neck, leaning in further to connect our lips before something large connected with Harry's face, a glare tugging at his brows immediately.

"Liam Payne, I know for a fact you didn't just through a fucking pillow at my head," he said through gritted teeth, pulling his eyes from me and breaking our potential kiss.

"Well, you two were being gross," Liam wrinkled his nose, Niall chuckling from beside him.

"Liam," Harry shot him another look, as I rested my head on his shoulder, "do you have a death wish?"

"Yes!" Liam exclaimed dramatically, "I'd rather die than watch you two be all cheesy anymore. I never thought I'd say this, but I miss grumpy Harry. Ana, you've broken him."

"I'm sorry," I giggled as Harry pressed a kiss to my brow, causing me to scrunch my face up, "in my defence, he's still pretty grumpy."

"True, he is," Niall shrugged, "still - did anybody think the day would come where Harold was in love?"

"He's gone all soft, right, Niall? This is what I've been telling you for months!" Liam exclaimed again, and Niall scoffed.

"Shut up," Niall shoved Liam's shoulder playfully, "I think you'll find, that instead of saying that for months, you've been telling me how badly you want them to be together again, how cute they are, and how badly you want that."

"You shut up, Niall!" Liam snapped, as I burst into laughter, "I can't believe you're exposing me, you asshole. This is why we'll never be together!"

"No, we'll never be together because you can't make a bloody decision, and you're always switching up on me!" Niall chided, and Harry rolled his eyes, turning back to me.

"Give it a minute - Liam will say they need to talk in private, and then they'll be fucking before you know it."

"Are you kidding?" I laughed, "this happens a lot, then?"

"Every fucking day," he replied, and I laughed again, before Liam stood up as if on cue.

"Guys - Niall and I need to talk in private, I'm sorry," Liam scowled, dragging Niall out of the room by his wrist as I watched Harry stifle a laugh, turning back to me.

"Told you," he grinned, pinching my hip as I leant further into him.

"Actually," I said reluctantly, "I should probably go, too."

"No," Harry groaned, dragging out the word as he pressed kisses into my hair and pouting at me.

"Yes," I returned, leaning to stand up from his lap only to be pulled back onto it with his grip much stronger than my own, "Harry!"

"I don't want you to go," he whined, and a smile pulled at my lips, unable to push the thoughts of how much Harry had changed from my head. When I'd met him he was so reserved, unwilling and closed - and though he wasn't exactly out-going now, he possessed so much will; happiness. He more often than ever had a smile on his face, and that was all I could ask for.

"Do you ever wonder what it'd be like if we'd never met?" I asked suddenly, and he frowned for a moment.

"I try not to," he chewed on his lip, watching me closely, "But I do, yes."

"And?" I asked curiously, shifting in his lap so that I was straddling him, my arms winding around his neck.

"Hm," he hummed, his hands grazing over my waist as I couldn't help but study the features on his face, "I know I'd be.. different. I feel like Mum would've sent me away somewhere for the fear I was going crazy, Liam might've even cut me off at some point. I think everyone was nearing a breaking point," his hands crept around to the small of my back, exhaling so deeply that his breath fanned against my lips, before he spoke again, his voice quiet, "Remember the night I told you that you couldn't fix me?"

I nodded, "I do."

"I think I was so scared that you already had," he mumbled, "and now I know. Now I know that you have."

"You didn't need fixing, Harry," I argued softly, "you just wouldn't accept what a good person you really were."

"No," he shook his head, "I wasn't good until you."

I stayed quiet, dragging my hands from the back of his neck to his chest, only to run back over his shoulders again, draping over the pair.

"Sometimes I think about it," Harry began, voice soft, "and it scares me."

"What does?"

"Everyone reaches a peak in their life," he stared at me now, gaze not faltering, "that point where they've found love, and happiness, and all that shit.. and I've reached it at the age of eighteen. I know I want to be with you forever, and I know I could never be content with anybody but you - I know that you're my peak."

"Harry-"

"And I'm not saying it won't get better, because I know it will," he continued, "I know that things can only, only get better with you, because you've already given me the best times of my life. And I love you. And I never, ever want you to think that I'm just saying that, because they're three words that seem pathetic compared to what I feel for you. It doesn't feel like any words could even begin to describe how I feel for you, Ana Grace."

I dragged my lip into my mouth, biting back tears I hadn't noticed had began to brim as I stared back at Harry. It almost hurt; how much I loved him. And as he called me his 'peak' I knew he was mine. I knew I'd never love anybody else as much as I loved Harry, and I knew nobody could ever provide me with the pure ecstasy that he provided me with - he was everything to me, and he was most definitely my peak.

"I love you so much, H," I buried my face into his neck, pressing a long kiss against his skin.

"And I love you, Ana Grace," he murmured, as I lifted my face from his neck, "now let's stop me from being so cheesy, and let me drive you home."

I nodded, standing up from his lap and grabbing his hand to pull him to his feet.

"Bye, Liam!" I called as we stepped out into the hall, only responded to with the sound of a moan and a large clanking sound, to which Harry burst out in laughter, grabbing Liam's car keys from the table.

"I told you they'd be fucking," he chuckled, swinging the front door open for me to walk out of, following and then closing it.

"Still, that's gross," I headed towards the car, opening the door and slipping inside.

"Oh, please, how hypocritical can you be?" Harry teased, getting into his own seat and starting the engine, resting his spare hand comfortably on my lower thigh.

"I'm not hypocritical!" I protested, shooting him a playful glare, as he drummed his fingertips against my knee to the beat of some rock song on the radio.

"Yeah, cause you've never had sex before," Harry said pointedly, raising his eyebrows at me, as I rolled my eyes.

"Never," I smiled innocently, resting my hand on Harry's, absent-mindedly toying with one of the rings on his fingers.

"I really hope your parents let you come to Manchester with me," he said, eyes on the road and lips pursed in concentration.

"Me too," I agreed, "surely it's not that bad?"

"I don't like it," he chewed on his lip, taking a left onto my street, "though I feel it'll be a lot better with you there."

"It'll be nice to see your mom," I said honestly, "and to meet your sister."

"Gem will like you," he reassured me, "you're kind of alike, actually."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, you're both annoying, sarcastic freaks," he mused, parking the car and moving his hand from my thigh to pinch my chin between his forefinger and thumb teasingly, as I gasped.

"You asshole," I huffed, shoving his head backwards as he laughed, puckering his lips.

"What? No kiss goodbye?"

"No, you're annoying," I bit back a grin, ignoring his pout as I leant to get out of the car.

"Give me a kiss, Ana Grace," he commanded, a grin tugging on his own lips as he leant over and nuzzled his face into my neck.

"Harry, get off," I said half-heartedly as he pressed multiple kisses to my neck, the smile now pulling at my lips.

"Give me a fucking kiss," he laughed, pressing kisses to my jawline.

"Fine," I huffed, kissing him quickly, only for him to pout more.

"Only one?" he whined, winding his arms around my waist from the side, "Give me another one."

"Harry, I have to go," I giggled, as he hummed at me, puckering his lips again. I finally obliged, pressing a longer kiss to his lips, and then a shorter one.

"Okay, now you can go," he grinned, reaching over me to pull the door handle as I stepped out of the car, shutting the door behind me.

"I love you," I called, heading towards the porch and turning around to send the car a final glance as Harry rolled the window down.

"I love you more, pretty girl," he called in response, blowing me a final kiss before speeding away down the street.