I watched Harry move across the living room, my legs criss crossed on the couch as he ran a hand through his brown hair and placed down two empty wine glasses and a bottle of champagne on the coffee table.

"Oh me likey." I smiled, leaning forward to grab myself a drink until Harry's large hand covered my whole face, pushing me back down to the couch as he passed by.

"Not for you." He muttered as he synced his phone with his portable speakers.

"You're really going all out for this date aren't you..." I teased, sitting myself up as I rested my elbow against the arm rest of the couch and smirked at him.

"It's not a date," He snapped, his long fingers quickly scrolling through the music on his phone as he ignored me.

"I'm inviting her over because it's gonna take a lot more than just me talking dirty to get into her pants," He informed, his back still facing me as I silently poured the wine into one of the glass cups from behind him.

"She's the real definition of what a good girl really is, maybe you should take some notes," Harry claimed as I ran my tongue quickly over the rim of the cup before he turned around to glare at me.

"I told you those aren't for you.." He growled out, narrowing his green eyes at the glass of wine in my hand as I extended it out for him.

"It's for you, ya know, to calm your nerves before the date." I offered with a friendly smile.

"It's not a date and I know you licked the rim." He snapped causing my smile to fall as I slumped my shoulders and fell back into the couch in disappointment.

"You're no fun.." I muttered as a knock resonated from the front door.

"She's here...." I said with wide eyes in a creepy tone making Harry roll his eyes at me before he left his phone on the table to answer the door.

I waited until he left the room before I quickly scrambled off the couch in a rush, grabbing ahold of his phone to find slow sexual songs by Somo and The Weeknd on it.

What a fuckboy.

I toyed with the device, smirking to myself as I changed the music and set up a whole new playlist for him.

I heard the front door open, Harry's voice softening as he said "One minute babe, I just gotta take care of my pet pomeranian, she's not really friendly with new faces" before the door closed again.

I jumped at the sound, putting the phone back on the table where it belonged as I fastwalked back to my place on the couch.

I gave Harry an innocent smile when he entered the room only making him narrow his eyes at me in suspicion before he grabbed the cup out of my hand and yanked me off the couch by the back of my collar.

"Oh wow, I see grouchy Harry is back." I mocked as he dragged me across the hallway and into his room.

"And I see annoying bug gnat is back." He seethed making me glare at his nickname for me.

"Buzz buzz bitch." I muttered under my breath as he pushed me into his room.

"I don't get why you always have to hide me whenever one of your girls come over-"

"They're not mine I just fuck with them and it's harder to fuck them when they get all paranoid the moment they see that you're living with me." He explained, placing the cup of wine onto one of the nightstands as I flopped into his bed making him scowl.

"Mm... vanilla." I sighed, burying my face in his sheets as another knock from the front door sounded throughout the flat.

"Get off my bed." He demanded in irritation, grabbing the hood of my sweatshirt as he pushed me back into his closet.

"Oh okay this again." I said, stumbling into the small place as he gave me a hostile smirk.

"Yeah this because I might just take the good girl to bed tonight." He rasped, his voice deep and sultry as he continued to smirk at me.

"Aw you know all you have to do is ask..." I cooed, poking his toned stomach making him grab my wrist in annoyance.

"I wasn't talking about you," He snapped in annoyance, pushing my hand away before slowly sliding the closet door closed.

"Now make sure to be a good little perrito for me tonight, or else." He threatened before closing the door fully leaving me in pitch black.

I stuck my tongue out at the door before I took out my phone, putting on the flashlight as I turned around and smirked.

Fine by me, this bitch is about to go all Dora the Explorer up in here.

A small "hell yeah" left my lips when I found the drawer where he kept all his boxers, a smile gracing my face when I saw them all neatly folded.

"Nice, nice," I smirked, nodding in approval as I played with one of his boxers that had care bears on it.

I shoved it in the pocket my sweatshirt to save for later before continuing to rummage around.

"Do you like music?" I heard Harry's smooth voice ask through the thin walls making me roll my eyes at how he was definitely trying to put the charm on that poor girl.

"Y-yeah." A small voice replied back.

I heard Harry chuckle before he turned on the speakers as I bit my lip to keep from smiling.

All You Ladies Pop your Pussy like this started to blast throughout the house as I heard Harry choke on his drink while a feminine gasp emanated from the living room.

"Do it, do it, do it now, lick it good, suck this pussy just like you should." I sang along, dancing in the closet as I mentally patted myself on the back at my achievement.

"Harry i-is this some kind of joke? Because it's not funny." The girl sputtered out sounding absolutely flustered as the song came to a stop.

"Fucking Nat!" I heard him yell from the living room, his voice loud and laced with rage before I heard his heavy footsteps stomp to his room.

He opened the door adruptly making the wood slam against the wall loudly but I was too busy gawking in shock at the object I had found stashed away in his closet to care.

Harry finally slid the closet door  open with a slam, my back facing him as I heard his heavy breathing from behind.

"Why the fuck did you mess with my music!" He roared, taking my shoulders and quickly turning me around to face him, his angered demeanor turning into a look of pure shock as he gaped at the object in my arms.

My face scrunched up in a patronizing smirk as his cheeks flushed.

"You have an Obama shrine..." I squeaked out, trying to hold back my laugh as I cradled the cardboard shrine in my hand, admiring the fairy lights around Obama's face as I avoided touching the cute fake flowers decorated around it.

"I-it's not mine, I'm just holding it for a friend." Harry quickly defended, grabbing the object out of my hand as he cleared his throat awkwardly and pushed passed me to put it back in the closet.

"It's okay curly fry, I get it, you want a little more of that Obama Care." I winked, nudging his arm playfully until he turned to glare at me, grabbing my wrists and forcefully backing me out of the closet until I fell back onto his bed with him on top of me.

"You're really pissing me off you know that." Harry growled, lowering his face down until his brown waves of hair flopped over and tickled my forehead as he continued to pin my wrists and body to the bed.

"Bite me bitch." I said, trying to blow his hair away from my face before his grip tightened on me.

Before I could do anything I heard Harry let out an animalistic growl before he nudged my head back and leaned his lips down onto my neck, sinking his teeth into my skin causing my whole body to jerk as I silently mouthed "what the fuck" and wiggled underneath him.

"Yo man back up!" I said, bringing me knee up to his broad chest to push him away as his face came back up from my neck, his breathing heavy and his green eyes amused as he bit his lip and gazed down at my skin.

"You fucking bit me!" I stated in shock as I shoved his hands away from my wrists, placing my hand on my neck feeling the teeth marks and small indents on my skin.

"You told me to." Harry mused, shrugging casually still hovering over me as I looked at him with wide eyes.

"Okay well the next thing I'm going to tell you to do is shove your little obama shrine up your fucking asshole so bend over and let me record-"

"Harry what's going on?" A dainty feminine voice asked from the doorway as me and Harry turned to stare at the girl.

Her large hazel colored eyes were trained on me, a look of innocence on her flushed caramel face as she batted her long thick lashes at us in shock while fiddling with the hem of her hijab on her head.

"Oh my god she's so cute... I want her." I claimed, looking back up at Harry as he sent me a cold glare.

"Aliya-" Harry began, his sentence cut short when I placed my hand over his face and shoved him away making him fall back on the other side of the bed as I sat myself up.

"Hi I'm Nat, I'm Harry's owner." I introduced, standing up as I extended my hand out for hers which she gingerly shook.

"Owner?" She asked, scrunching her thick perfectly plucked brows furrowed in confusion.

"Yes, I'm trying to tame the poor frog," I nodded with a sad frown as I pointed at the teeth marks on my neck making her eyes widen at the sight.

"It's okay I'm gonna get him neutered next week so-"

Harry's large hand slapped over my mouth from behind as he wrapped another muscular arm around my neck, his hot breath fanning over my skin from behind.

"Sorry, looks like my perrito here has had too much to drink." Harry sneered before giving Aliya an awkward chuckle.

"Did you just call her a dog in spanish?" She blinked looking between the two of us.

"He's rudeeeee...." I said, wrenching his large hand away from my mouth as I struggled in his grip.

Everyone froze when a loud violent repetitive knock sounded from the front door.

"Aliya! Aliya I know you're in there open up right now! Right fucking now!" A deep threatening masculine voice exclaimed from the other side, continuing to pound his fist against the wood impatiently.

"Oh god no, h-he found me." Aliya choked, blinking at the door in fear as her face paled.

"Who?" Harry and I asked in unison.

"My ex. Oh god no, if he gets me-"

"I won't let him hurt you." Harry said, leaving my side as he placed his hands over her shaking shoulders before lifting her chin up to look at him.

Fuck, right in the feels.

"Me either." I said, cutting in like the third wheel I was as I awkwardly stroked her cheek making the both of them turn to give me weirded expressions.

"Fine I just wanted to join in." I said, raising my voice so it came out high pitched as I brought my hands up in surrender and walked away with a smile.

I watched as Harry walked next to me, opening the front door before the banging could get any louder.

"Where's Aliya?" A tall hefty man growled out, his brown eyes darting around the inside of Harry's flat.

"She doesn't want to see you." Harry cut in, his tone menacing and cold as he glared at the man.

"Trent please, just leave me alone." Aliya quivered, pushing her way passed us to stand face to face with him as if her small body could protect Harry and I.

"You fucking bitch! I'll kill you!" Trent roared the moment he saw her, immediatly grabbing her wrist making her scream in surprise as he yanked her shaking figure out the door and into the hallway.

"Hey! You don't fucking touch her!" Harry and I yelled in unison as Harry landed a quick hard punch against the man's jaw while I nailed him in the crotch from below making him crumble to the floor letting go of Aliya.

She pressed herself against the wall of the halls in shock, cradling her knees to her chest as a few tenants came out of their flat to check on the commotion in the hallway.

"Hey it's okay, just breathe, you're safe." I promised, kneeling down Aliya's side as she continued to sob while I heard the man behind us grunt in pain at Harry's constant hits.

"Someone stop him!" A frail elderly man shouted from his door making me turn, expecting Harry to need my assistance until I found him grabbing onto the man's head, slamming it down hard against the wall repeatedly staining the white paint with blood.

"Hey! Hey!" I screamed, jumping on my feet as I grabbed Harry from behind, stuggling to pull him away from the beaten man as I wrapped my arms around his neck in a tight hold.

His breathing was heavy, his shirt wrinkled and straining against his muscles as his jaw clenched and he continued to fight against my restraints causing me to jerk forward adruptly.

"Harry stop! You need to fucking calm down!" I snapped, slamming his body against the wall as his darkened green eyes looked up to glare at me, his large hands tightly gripping my arms from the adrenaline.

I brought my forehead against his, something I had learned when I practiced boxing from my coach to get me focused and hyped or to calm down after a fight.

"Look at me, look at me." I urged, our foreheads still pressed together as he panted and his intense green eyes connected with mine.

"You're okay." I told him, lightly patting his cheek as he swallowed, nodding slowly after a few moments before I broke away from him and his breathing slowed.

We turned to find a crowd of people in the hallway, apartment owners rushing to the bleeding man's side as Aliya gaped at Harry in fear.

"Aliya are you okay?" I heard Harry's gruff voice say as he neared her making her along with everyone else back away immediatly.

"D-don't touch me.." She stuttered, her eyes pink and swollen from crying as she backed away from him.

"Aliya." Harry began, a sad look forming over his features as he reached out for her.

"No! You're a fucking monster!" She cried, shaking her head as she flinched from his blood stained hands before turning and disappearing into the crowd.

"Um, what she meant was that like... you're so good at fucking that you're a monster at it." I coughed out from behind Harry, trying to comfort him as his gaze fell to the floor, his knuckles turning white as he clenched his hands into tight fists at his sides.

"What the hell's your problem you could've killed that guy!" Someone from the crowd screamed making everyone nod their heads in agreement as they glared at Harry.

"Yeah what are you fucking psycho!"

"Just leave! You're a danger to everyone in this place!"

More people cheered in agreement.

"How can I leave my kids here when knowing a violent monster like you lives right next door!"

"Hey! Enough!" I cut in, walking in front of Harry as if to shield him away from the negative comments.

"That is enough." I finished, my breathing becoming heavy as I let out a small "come on" and grabbed Harry's hand in mine, leading him back inside his flat as I shut the door behind us.

"Well... that happened." I stared under my breath as I locked the door, only to jump at the sound of glass shattering on the floor behind me.

I entered the living room to find Harry sprawled on the couch chugging down the wine bottle shirtless, his knuckles still bleeding as he ran a hand through his brown tossled hair and knudged the broken glass of one of the cups on the floor with his foot.

"Jesus," I muttered, placing my hands on my hips as I looked down at the mess.

"No it's Harry." He grunted, continuing to take a swig from the bottle.

"Okay, you know what no, hand it over," I snapped, avoiding the class shards on the floor as I reached out for the drink.

"Come and get it." He giggled, raising the bottle away from my grasp as he shook it to taunt me.

Didn't this bitch have like, what two sips of that wine and he's already feeling tipsy.

"I'm a lightweight drinker." Harry informed as if reading my mind, a small hiccup escaping his lips making him throw his head back to giggle at the sound.

"Stop." I said, grabbing the bottle away from him only to find it almost completely empty.

"Fucking great." I muttered, gesturing Harry to stay put before going to the kitchen to get a pair of gloves and a trashbag for the broken glass.

I entered the living room with my equipment just as Harry took off his boxers, tossing the discarded clothes onto the couch behind him.

"M'gonna take a shower." He said in a groggy voice, rubbing at his eyes before wobbling passed me in all his naked glory.

"Harry."

"That's mah name don't wear it out..."

"That's not the bathroom." I sighed.

"Ohhh..." Harry said slowly, his voice deep and raspy as he slid the glass door to the balcony closed and walked back into the hallways.

"I found it!" I heard him say in triumph from the bathroom.

"Good job!" I yelled back, rolling my eyes as I knelt down and cleaned the mess.

Harry never came back into the living room, in fact, he practically avoided me all day and tried to leave whenever I entered the room he was occupying.

I didn't mind, sometimes people wanted to be left alone and I understood that.

The last thing I remembered was laying down on the couch watching one of Harry's Desperate Housewives recordings on the television while finishing up Chapter ten of my story.

After that I felt my eyelids begin to feel heavy until I snuggled further into the cushions and fell asleep.

I awoke at around three am to the sound of a guitar being strummed in the distance.

I brought the blanket from the couch, wrapping it around me as I made my way to the direction of the music.

I stopped in my tracks, hiding near the kitchen when I saw Harry sitting down in a folded chair on the balcony, his long legs propped up against the metal railing as he looked out at the night sky and strummed a calming tune on his guitar.

"Don't let me..." I heard Harry sing out in a soft tone, his voice smooth and raspy as I gaped at his melodic voice.

The boys got pipes.

"Don't let me go..." He continued as I peeked my head from behind him and watched him from afar like a creep, just listening and enjoying his song.

Yas fuck it up boy fuck it up.

Harry suddenly tilted his head up, a sad distant look on his face as he blinked up at the sky and took in a shakey deep breath.

"Cause I'm tired of feeling alone."