"Can't." Harry said, rejecting my offer to hang out with me and my friends as he got his jacket.

"I've got somewhere to be at and I have to blow this money somehow, drugs, woman." Harry shrugged, tossing the thick wad of cash in his hand with a satisfied smile as he retrieved his keys from the table.

"Nice... but remember, just because the stripper says you can stick the money anywhere doesn't mean you can stick it up her ass because one time I had this German male stripper named Gunther and he got-"

"I don't need to waste my money on sex, I already get a lot of that for free." He smirked making me give him a deadpanned expression from the couch.

"You do know this is the fourth day I'm staying here and you said you'd kick me out on the third day no matter what," I brought up, narrowing my eyes at his emotionless face.

"What's up with that." I continued, raising my brow at him as he put his jacket on and headed for the door.

"Just me returning the favor for you getting us out of that whole 'I slept with a hot mom' situation." He explained with a small shrug.

"If I didn't know any better I'd say I'm starting to rub off on you." I teased making him roll his eyes at me.

"Face it, you even trust me to stay at your place alone." I pointed out, giving him a look as he opened the door.

"Oh that, yeah I put cameras up in the living room which means I can pretty much see what you're doing in here twenty four seven." He informed as my eyes widened in surprise.

"So I suggest you be a good puppy while I'm gone." He snapped before he left, slamming the door shut.

I immediatly looked around the room, my eyes scanning over every nook and cranny until my eyes fell upon a small lens camera, no bigger than my thumb near one of the paintings on the wall.

I can pretty much see what you're doing in here twenty four seven, Harry's deep voice rang in my head causing a smirk to spread over my face as an idea came to mind.

I raised my leggings up until they were shorts, wrapping the blanket on the couch around me to make a long make-shift skirt with a slit to expose one side of my leg.

I then brought my shirt up until it showed a segment of my stomach, tying the fabric behind me to keep it as a crop top before I put on the song We Can't Stop on my phone, letting it play through the speakers.

I then started to belly dance in front of the camera, copying the exact same moves as Harry did in his car when I first saw him.

I always wondered about that, why he acted so serious all the time yet the first time I saw him he was practically twerking in his car to Miley Cyrus.

I rolled my hips and moved my neck from side to side like an egyptian as I did the wave with my arms.

Drunk Shakira character now unlocked.

At one point I got one of the vases from the furniture, holding it out in front of me as I humped it, twerked with it, and did the cha cha with it.

After five minutes of doing that I was profusely sweating and panting, my chest heaving up and down as I fell back onto the couch once again.

"Damn I need to start working out..." I muttered, wiping at my sweaty forehead as I tried to catch my breath before I let out a laugh.

"Nahhh..." I said to myself, smiling as I shook my head and unraveled the blanket around me, bringing my leggings back down and untying the shirt to let it fall to its normal length before grabbing my keys and heading out the door.

I'd pay to see Harry's reaction when he watches that.

++

Harry's POV

What the fuck am I watching.

I furrowed my brows in confusion, a frown etched across my face as I watched a video of Nat doing the cha cha with one of my vases in her hand on my phone.

This girl was nuts, absolutely crazy.

I got out of the security camera app on my phone when she started doing air thrusts like a horny teenage boy with her face scrunched up in silent laughter making me rub my face in frustration.

She was going to drive me insane.

She was absolutely unpredictable, I've had to repeatedly give my self pep talks in the morning every day in front of the mirror to step my fucking game up.

I always feel like she's always one step ahead of me, teasing me, always having the upper hand with me no matter what I do which pisses me off.

I make up this whole facade, this whole new bad boy persona for myself and then she comes in fucking me up, making me stutter and blush like a little bitch, just the way I did in highschool.

Nat was great and all but I just saw her as a friend.

Yup.

Just friends.

Amigos.

Strictly platonic no fucking no kissing no nothing.

The only reason she probably had an interest in me was because I fit her image of the typical badboy.

"Long day?" Mavis chuckled, snapping me out of my thoughts as she entered the kitchen with a tray of dirty dishes in her pudgy hands.

"Yeah just tired." I muttered, taking the tray out of her hands making her smile at me as she cooed and pinched my cheeks.

"Oh I could just eat you up! You're such a good boy." She complimented making me laugh as I placed the dirty dishes into the sink.

"M'not." I shrugged, tightening the knot on my apron before washing my hands.

"Harry please give yourself credit, this soup kitchen would have closed down long ago if it wasn't for you always donating and resupplying the place with food from your earnings." She said, starting to tear up as she placed her hand over her heart.

"It's nothing, I'm glad I can help." I said truthfully, sending her a warm smile as she embraced me with a hug of appreciation.

"Oh! Guess what, I also bought these new blankets, they're really warm and we can hand them to the guests while they're eating." I explained, bringing up the plastic bag full of deep colored soft sheets.

"You didn't have to do all that, you already fixed the heater in here and brought more food." She frowned with concern.

"I wanted to." I stated giving her a playful wink making her shake her head at me as I walked out out of the kitchen and into the main room.

"Harrehh!" A small voice squealed until my legs were attacked by a pair of small arms making me chuckle as I looked down at the small five year old in front of me.

"Hi Grace," I smiled, ruffling her curly brown hair making her squeal as she sat her butt on my foot while wrapping her tiny limbs around my ankle.

"Forward!" She said, pointing towards her mother who was eating at one of the bench tables.

"Yes Ma'm." I saluted, walking slowly with Grace still attached to my ankle as everyone greeted me with warm smiles.

I had never told anyone about me attending the local soup kitchen weekly, it's not that I was ashamed, I mentioned it once to my old friends, or fake friends I guess and they just laughed.

Their excuse was that they didn't want to hang out with any 'homeless bums' which pissed me off.

They were people, people who had no place to go and no home and there was a handful of single mothers and fathers with their children who depended on the place.

"Kurk I made sure to get you a lavender blanket cause I know the color calms you down," I called out, tossing the blanket towards the elderly man as he gave me a grateful toothless smile.

"Red for Amine, this green one is extra fluffy and I know how your skin is sensitive Eddie," I announced, tossing blanket after blanket to each person as they all crowded around me, hugging and patting my back in appreciation as a chorus of 'thank you's' filled my ears.

"I'm being trampled!" Grace screamed still clutching to my leg.

I brought the last blanket down to wrap it around her small body, her eyes widening with excitement as she admired the pink fabric before I picked her up in my arms and brought her back to her mom.

I talked with them for a while, turning to head back to hand out more food until I froze in my spot, my eyes widening at the sight in front of me at the serving table.

Every guest laughed, watching the entertainment as Nat, Bernie, Carlos, and Georgia began to make beats with the silverware as they danced and served the food.

Carlos was banging a beat on the table, Bernie was stomping loudly and clapping along, Georgia was smiling, shaking her head as she served and Nat was dancing and rapping as she clinked the serving spoons in her hands together.

"Cause this bitch gotta eat so I'm servin all this meat like-" Natalie rapped.

"Yaahhh!!" Everyone screamed in unison, wrapping their blankets around themselves as they crowded around the table for entertainment and food.

"Because you know we got that hash brown baked beans brownie stash takin all this food like we all up here in Diner dash!"

"Yaahhh!!!" People screamed louder, hooting and hollering as laughter filled the air and in my two years of coming here I had never seen the place so alive with happiness.

My eyes were trained on Nat as she continued to rap effortlessly, obviously having fun as she bounced up and down, tapping the large serving spoons in her hands together as I laughed at the hair net over her tied black hair.

My smile immediatly dropped and her dancing came to quick halt, her arms frozen in the air when her gaze went over to me, our eyes locking as she stared at me in shock.

Shit.