A.

It surprisingly hadn't taken much convincing for my parents to let me go to Manchester - my mother hadn't had much of an opinion on it, while my dad seemed to think it would be a good experience for me, and since he was suddenly Harry's best friend and Celia's number one fan - he was happy to pay for my flight, and even offered to pay for Harry's, which of course Harry declined due to his own pride.

Niall didn't come with us, as for whatever reason, he hadn't felt like going on a trip - Liam, though, reluctantly joined us - claiming it was purely because he'd missed Celia.

We boarded the flight, coincidentally finding ourselves in a row together - Harry taking the window and forcing me into the middle, and Liam taking the aisle.

"These shows are all shit," Liam groaned at the screen on the back of the seat in front of him within a literal two seconds of sitting down, "how am I supposed to survive nine and a half hours with only the first season of 'Suits'?"

"Quit complaining, idiot, we both know you'll be asleep within the first half hour," Harry snorted from beside me, as Liam huffed.

"You two are assholes, I'm not gonna survive this trip."

"What did I do?!" I protested, turning as much as I could in my chair to face Liam, as he sighed.

"You're right, Ana, you're perfect. I won't let my hatred for Harry's ratty ass get in the way of my adoration for you," he said, shooting me a smile as I chuckled, kissing his cheek before turning back to the position I was in.

"Ew," Harry scoffed, lifting up the arm rest between us to wind an arm around my shoulder, "stop kissing my girlfriend's ass, dumbo."

"Shut up, both of you," I rolled my eyes, as Liam shot Harry another glare before fishing his earphones out of his pocket and sticking them in his ears.

"Whatever - I'm listening to some Cardi to make this flight less painful. See you bitches in ten hours," he said, hitting play on his phone and leaning back against his neck pillow.

"He's a nightmare," Harry groaned, leaning his head on my shoulder once Liam was quiet.

"He's also your best friend, and you're no picnic either," I teased, resting my head against his, and fishing my own phone from my pocket to rest it on my lap and set it onto airplane mode. The announcement was made that we were taking off, and within moments we were in the air, en route to Manchester.

I wasn't sure how I felt about going. I'd never even been out of the country, let alone to another so far away - I found myself excited; to see Celia once more, and to see where Harry had grown up, as well as possessing those exciting nerves; to meet Harry's sister, and to spend a long weekend with them - but there was also the slight tinge of dread; I knew Harry didn't like going home - in fact, he didn't even consider it his home, which I didn't blame him for. He had only horrible memories to go back to, but I only hoped there would be no trouble when he got there, and that he could be slightly more relaxed to be with his family.

"I hate long flights," Harry blew out a breath, running a hand through his hair as I shrugged.

"At least you chose one at night," I pointed out, "you can sleep the night through."

"Nah, the timezone's a bit dodgy for that," he explained, pressing a short kiss to my jaw and then to my neck, drawing his typical circles on my forearm with his thumb.

"You could still sleep, baby," I told him, as he dropped his hand to my knee, slowly shifting it up to my thigh.

"Mm," he hummed before trailing off, "I could.."

"What are you doing?" I asked him, cocking an eyebrow as his hand continued its trail on my thigh.

"Nothing."

"Then stop it," I teased.

"But I want to touch you," he murmured lowly against the shell of my ear now, grazing his teeth over it as he discreetly tried to drop his lips to my neck, his fingers not ceasing their deliberate slow rubs against my inner thigh, edging closer to where I, if he kept this up, would be desperately aching for him.

"Well, you can't," I responded, my voice equally as quiet as I squeezed my legs together as best as I could, "so don't tease me here."

"'m not teasing," he brought his lips back to my ear, and I was silently thankful for the fact it was Liam seated beside us, fast asleep already.

"Don't make me ruin this flight for you," I warned, shooting him a look as he drew circles on my thigh.

"You won't," he narrowed his eyes, before I brought my palm to the crotch of his grey sweatpants, letting my hand smoothly rub over him just enough, my thumb brushing over him as I practically felt him tense under my touch. His lips parted suddenly and his eyes fluttered shut, so I drew my hand back, innocently placing it back on my lap as he opened his eyes, raising his eyebrows before shooting me a glare, "You're so bloody evil."

"Who? Me?" I asked innocently, placing an earphone in my ear as he grabbed the other, sharing them with me and slipping it into his own ear.

"Yes, you," he shook his head, as I found a song we both liked and pressed play, "you'll pay for that later."

"Mhm, I'll believe that when I see it," I said nonchalantly, shooting him a smile before winding my arm around his and leaning into him, tugging my knees up to my side a bit. He reached his arm over my lap, his hand resting gently on my ankle as he rubbed circles with his thumb, and I leant my head on his shoulder. He rested his head on top of my own, pressing a kiss to my hair before mumbling something about 'leaving him with blue balls', while I only chuckled, tangling his spare hand with mine.

I didn't remember falling asleep, only waking up to the feel of gentle kisses on my hair; Harry's successful attempts to awake me.

"We're landing, baby," he murmured, as I lifted myself from my tightly wound position in his arms.

"What, really?" I frowned, "I slept the whole flight?"

"Yeah," he let out a short chuckle.

"Did you sleep?" I asked.

"Eh, for a while," he lied, "I'm alright, don't worry - and you missed the breakfast - it was shitty, anyway - so we can stop for some McDonald's on the way back, yeah?" he changed the subject quickly.

"Mm," I nodded sleepily, choosing not to argue and rubbing my eyes as my stomach rumbled at the thought of some greasy breakfast, "I'd be the worst pregnant woman," I announced.

"What?" Harry shot me a humorous look, "Why?"

"I would just eat everything," I explained, bringing my knees to my chest as an ache set in from my unfaltering position for the entirety of the flight.

"So no different from usual then?" Harry shot me a playful grin as I scoffed, whacking his chest.

"I hate you."

"Mm," he kissed my lips with a content hum, before I glanced over at Liam, still fast asleep with his mouth agape.

"Liam," I shook his shoulder in attempts to wake him as we descended onto the catwalk, but to no avail.

"Oi!" Harry exclaimed, whacking Liam's head and jolting him from his slumber.

"Harry!" I scolded, as Liam shot a tired glare at the both of us.

"What the fuck, dude?"

"We're in Manny, mate. Get up."

We left the airport pretty quickly, stopping for food along the way as promised, and arrived at an apartment block soon enough.

"This is Liam and I's apartment," Harry clarified, kicking the door open, "it's pretty shitty, but it's enough."

"Um, excuse me?" Liam joked, "we all know this is the best apartment out there."

"You're just saying that because you got the big bedroom," Harry shot back.

"Yeah, well you don't sleep anyway. I deserve the room," Liam sent him a sarcastic smile, before trotting off to his own room, leaving Harry and I in the hall.

"Well, show me your room, then," I turned to Harry, as he took my bag from my hand despite my protest, and lead me down the hall.

The walls were a dirty beige, and the carpet a musty brown - there was a double-bed perfectly made, and a window providing a large city view.

"It's horrible, I know," Harry said glumly, and I frowned.

"It isn't," I argued, "I like it."

"Liar," Harry smirked, placing our bags down, "We'll head straight to see my mum though, yeah?"

"Yeah," I nodded in agreement, "where is she staying?"

"With her boyfriend," he wrinkled his nose, "it's only a few minutes walk."

"What's he like?" I asked, and Harry shook his head.

"Annoying. And his daughter is just as annoying."

"How old?"

"Six, I think."

"Don't you want kids?" I laughed.

"That kid has put me off for life," he told me, fishing a cigarette out of his pocket as we headed out into the hall, "Bye, Liam!" he called, lighting the cig and stepping outside as I followed.

"She can't be that bad," I continued as we headed down the hall of the building and down the stairs.

"Well, she irritated the fuck out of me. 'Bet you'll like her though."

"Maybe just because I have more patience than you," I teased, taking his hand in mine as we walked down the street and he balanced his cigarette between his lips, offering me one from the packet which I declined.

"I guess I have none. Both Benjamin and his child piss me off," he scowled, and I rolled my eyes.

"Oh, come on. If he's with your mom, there's no way that he's that bad - Celia doesn't take shit from anyone," I grinned.

"Must run in the family," Harry shrugged, our fingers interlocked as we walked down the street. "So, you'll see Mum tonight, and meet Gemma tomorrow."

"What if she hates me?" I asked suddenly, eyes widening at the sudden worry I'd been procrastinating since I'd left Seattle. I hadn't dared to think about it - but what if Harry's sister didn't approve of me? What if, now, Celia didn't like me?

"Why would she hate you, baby?" he frowned at me, blowing smoke into the air ahead of us, and dropping my hand to snake his arm around my waist and pull me closer to him.

"I don't know," I whined, "but she might."

"Don't be ridiculous," he furrowed his eyebrows, pressing a kiss to the side of my head, "I love you, and so will she."

He draped his arm over my shoulder as I looped my arms around his torso for a moment, as he blew out a final puff of smoke and pecked my lips quickly, leading me up a driveway I obviously didn't recognise.

Harry didn't bother to knock, he only pushed the door open and lead me inside, ignoring my whisper to ask if he should've knocked first.

"Mum?" he called, kicking off his boots in the hallway and pressing another kiss to my cheek before taking me through the hall, and into what I presumed was the kitchen.

"Harry!" Celia exclaimed, rushing over to where we stood and embracing Harry in a tight hug, much to his discomfort, "oh, and Ana! Oh my God!" she squealed, pulling me into a tight hug and rocking back and forth with me in her arms.

"Celia," I couldn't help but smile as I buried my face into her shoulder, the familiar scent of her I'd missed so much becoming more prominent. As I leant back to look at her, I noticed genuinely how much happier she looked. Her skin held more of a glow, her eyes shining just a little brighter - much like her son's - and her smile just a little wider.

"Oh, Ana, darling," she whimpered, tears welling in her eyes, "I've missed you so much, sweetheart," she pulled me back into her arms.

"I missed you too, Celia," I felt tears welling in my own eyes as I hugged her just as tightly, and Harry rested his palm on the small of my back.

"Stop being such girls, you two," Harry said, but I could hear the smile in his voice as I turned back to him and he snaked his arm back around me, a grin pulling on Celia's own lips.

"Oh, I missed you two," Celia's lip quivered again, wiping the tears from her cheeks as I sniffed, wiping my own.

"Mum," Harry groaned, "stop crying."

"Alright, alright - I've stopped," she raised her hands, "please, Ana - come and meet Ben - we have so bloody much to catch up on."