I woke up with a start, my arms up out in front of me in alarm as I winced at the aching crick in my neck making me slightly hiss in pain.

"Thank you for waiting, we are sorry for the inconvenience." A female monotone robot voice said through the phone in Harry's hand.

I scrunched my face up in disgust, shaking my head to wake myself up as I wiped the drool with my arm while I quickly tore the piece of paper stuck to my forehead from my sweat.

"You are now the fifteenth caller on hold, Jay's Jewlers thanks you for your patience." The robot voice stated from the phone as Harry let out another snore of deep slumber from the couch.

I squinted my eyes, looking out the window of my living room in confusion as I slowly got up from the floor and glanced at a knocked out Harry on my couch, his long body sprawled across the cushions with his mouth hung open, one hand still loosely holding the phone he had been on all night dangling over the floor.

"Oh shit, Harry wake the fuck up! Get your white boy ass up  right now! Wake up!" I snapped, panic controlling my whole body as I scrambled for the papers over my coffee table, cramming them into a manila folder as I clutched the papers to my chest.

"Obama... not now... Michelle might see us.." Harry rasped out, whispering the last part out before shifting his position on my sofa as a small giggle escaped his lips while he smiled in his sleep.

I froze in my spot, bringing my lips inward while flaring my nostrils as I stared at the sleeping boy on my couch with wide irritated eyes.

"Now is not the time to have one of your wet Obama dreams, get up!" I exploded, grabbing one of the couch pillows from the floor before smacking him straight in the face.

"I'm up! I'm up!" Harry shot up from the couch, panting heavily while clutching tightly onto the phone in his hand as his brown hair stuck up in different directions.

"It is five fifty six and you are going to be late for your two month anniversary dinner and I'm going to be late for my two month publishing appointment!" I rambled, fumbling back and forth around the room, trying to retrieve all my things as pieces of paper spilled from my hands to the floor.

It's been two months since that day Lisa gave Harry another chance and they had that beautiful moment in my kitchen and I sure as hell wasn't going to let their relationship go down the drain by him being late for their dinner.

"I'm sorry, correct me if I'm wrong but wasn't the purpose of me coming over to your place was so that we could help eachother stay up, you know, with me waiting on hold for Lisa's necklace and your crammed writing?" Harry yawned, rubbing at his eyes as he looked down at his phone.

"You are now the fourteenth caller on hold, Jay's Jewlers thanks you for your patience." The robot voice beeped from Harry's cell making his eyes widen with excitement as I readjusted my sweatshirt and ran a hand through my tangled hair.

"Jesus Nat! Nat did you hear that!? Fourteenth caller! From ninety sixth caller last night to fourteenth!" Harry exclaimed in celebration, jumping to his feet as he enveloped me in a hug making me growl.

"You won't need to buy your girflriend a necklace when she dumps you for being late for your dinner, now go out to the balcony, the both of us ain't got time to shower even though we smell like coffee and sweat so I gotta hose you down." I scolded, moving away from his embrace to push him out to the balcony as I placed the papers down on the side and turned on the hose.

"Hose your nasty ass down." I ordered, shoving the hose at his chest before sprinting back inside to retrieve a pair of towels and a bar of soap.

"You got two minutes!" I announced, tossing the soap to Harry as I watched him place his phone down before quickly washing his body, getting his clothes all wet in the process as he shook droplets of water from his darkened hair.

"Your turn."

"No, wait, I don't really think-" I never finished my sentence as Harry quickly shot the water into my face, gurgling the rest of my words as I sputtered and closed my eyes while he circled around me, moving the hose up and down my body.

"Pits." Harry ordered as I coughed out water while he grabbed the soap.

I raised my arms, still squinting from the liquid as he rubbed the soap on the undersides of my sweatshirt and sprayed me with more water.

"Okay we're good." Harry said as I glared at him through my drenched hair before we quickly grabbed the towels, drying ourselves before running back inside, Harry gathering his things while I packed everything we would need to get ready in one large paper bag and shoving my papers along side it.

"We're taking my car." Harry huffed, the both of us fumbling out of my apartment, water still dripping off our clothes and hair as we tried to dry ourselves with the towels in the elevator while noisily chewing at our mint gums.

I felt my body slam against the window of Harry's corvette as he accelerated through the busy streets at a probably illegal speed, adruptly turning the wheel left to right rapidly as we weaved our way bypassing other cars making them beep at us in annoyance.

I took my clothes off in the passenger seat, Harry tossing my discarded sweater and sweats to the back as I arched my back, trying to suck in my tiny rolls of fat as I zipped on my gray high waisted pencil skirt while putting on my white cropped sweatshirt.

"You are seriously the only girl I know who would wear a pencil skirt and a cropped hoodie together." Harry snorted, giving me a sideways glance before taking one hand off the wheel to reach out and pull down my cropped sweatshirt more to cover my exposed stomach.

"I really wanted to wear something that said, Hey, I'm classy but that doesn't mean I won't hesitate to drag your ass if I have to." I explained, shoving his hand away as he chuckled while I looked for my accessories.

"Gold hoops or silver." I asked, holding up the earrings as Harry quickly swerved to the side, nearly avoiding running a red light as the tires screeched against the street.

"Gold."

I rushed to put them on before I leaned over to Harry's side and grabbed the wheel.

"You got three minutes, your suit is in the bag." I informed as Harry quickly retrieved his tux, stripping out of his shirt and sweats as he dressed himself, hitting me in the head with his elbow multiple times.

"Would you watch it!" I hissed, turning the wheel violently to dodge an elderly woman crossing the street making the whole car shake.

"My fucking zipper's snagged." Harry growled in irritation making me look down at his crotch to find the fabric about to tear the way he was forcing it.

"Jesus, let me." I snapped as he took the wheel, my whole upper body practically sprawled on Harry's lap as I tried to tug at the stupid zipper to close his pants.

"We're going over a bump! We're going over a bump!" Harry announced as the car bounced on cue, making my head bop up and actually slam my forehead against Harry's dick making him let out a strangled scream of pain.

"Did you just fucking head butt my dick!" Harry seethed above me.

"You know that's really the least of our problems right now..." I said through gritted teeth, realizing one of my hoop earrings got snagged onto Harry's zipper.

"You are now the ninth caller on hold, Jay's Jewlers thanks you for your patience." The robot voice repeated through Harry's phone.

"Fuck you and your jewelry." Harry and I snapped in annoyance at the phone.

"Fuck." Harry muttered under his breath when the sound of police sirens blared behind us.

"What the hell are you still doing down there, forget the zipper." He snapped from above as I tried to take my earring off to no avail while he slowed the car to a stop at the side.

"I can't.... I'm stuck..."

"What the fuck do you mean you're stuck!?"

"It means what I just fucking said I am stuck! My hoop earring got caught on your cheap dress pants!" I hissed making Harry curse before I felt his large hand grab ahold of my hair from the back, gently holding me in place as his other hand tried to take my earring off.

Our bodies froze in place, Harry's muscles tensing up when a light tap on the car window caught our attention.

Harry took in a shakey breath, my face practically pressed against his crotch as he hesitantly rolled the window down.

"Evening officer! Does there seem to be a problem?" I heard Harry laugh nervously, clearing his throat with my head still over his lap as the police officer snorted.

"Well for one, you shouldn't be getting head while driving which explains why your car has been speeding and swerving the past five blocks." The officer informed with a disgruntled tone.

"I'm sorry officer, she just got a bit too excited." Harry said in a sympathetic tone, patting my head as my eyes widened with anger.

"I am not giving him a blowjob!" I claimed, my voice muffled by Harry's crotch as I finally took my earring off, freeing myself while panting in triumph as I brought my head up and scrambled off Harry.

"See look! My earring got snagged!" I informed with wide eyes, pointing at Harry's zipper that still had my hoop earring caught in it.

"What was your earring doing there in the first place?" The officer questioned in a suspicious tone.

"Oh come on man give me a break, I ain't about that life I just had to help close my homeboy's zipper jesus." I said in frustration, pushing the frizz of curls away from my face as I let out a heavy sigh and made eye contact with the young police man.

"Liam?" I questioned, a smile forming over my face as my eyes widened in realization.

The officer tilted his head to the side a bit, peering more into the car to squint his eyes at me before his whole demeanor changed and a friendly smile made its way to his face.

"Nat? Is that you?" Liam grinned, his body relaxing as he rested his arm against the car.

Harry looked between the two of us, furrowing his brows in annoyance before giving Liam a once over with irritated green eyes.

"Yeah it's me, man I haven't heard from you in a while how've you been?" I said, leaning more to the window as Harry let out a small huff, curling his body in between me and Liam.

"I've been great. I didn't even recognize you with that afro. You look ridiculous." Liam laughed, nodding his head at my hair as I scrunched my face in annoyance, opening my mouth to defend my natural hair until I heard Harry's irritated voice cut in.

"I think Nat looks great. I like her afro." Harry snapped, gripping onto the wheel tightly as he turned to glare up at Liam.

"Oh no, yeah of course, she looks cute I was just teasing-"

"Nat and I really have to go." Harry interrupted, not letting Liam finish.

"Oh right, sorry, just wanted to catch up a bit with my favorite tattoo artist. She is the one who's done most of my tattoos after all." Liam winked at me as I smirked and snapped my fingers at him.

"Nat tattooed my hips, she was in between my legs close to my dick." Harry suddenly brought up, his jaw clenching as he glared up at Liam.

"Lucky man." Liam chuckled making Harry let out a scoff as I gave Harry a questioning look.

"I'm sorry about the speeding man, I'll pay you back-" I began but Liam raised his hand to stop me.

"How about, I let your friend here go with a warning, he doesn't have to pay for a ticket if you got out to dinner with me tomorrow." Liam offered with a smirk as Harry's muscles tensed.

"Well damn, not having to pay a ticket plus a nice meal with a fine police officer, sign me up." I smiled, nodding my head as Liam bit his lip and grinned.

"Fuck that, here I payed for my ticket," Harry suddenly growled, taking out a one hundred dollar bill before shoving it at Liam as he started the engine.

"Nat's not going to dinner with you." Harry said, his eyes connecting with Liam's before he stomped on the acceleration causing my back to hit the leather seat adruptly as Harry speeded back into the street leaving Liam standing at the side in a trail of smoke.

"What the hell's your problem, you totally just cock blocked us right there." I scolded as Harry's knuckles began to turn white while he gripped on the wheel.

"I don't like the way he looked at you, it was like he was undressing you with his eyes." Harry growled out, gritting his teeth as he trained his glare at the road.

"Well bitch me too the fuck, I was doing the same exact thing and let me tell you, my imagination is amaz-"

Harry stomped on the brakes adruptly at a stop light making me lurch forward with no seatbelt as I faceplanted with the window.

"My bad." He chuckled from besides me, causing me to turn my head to narrow my eyes at him as I fell back in my seat and buckled myself in with a huff.

"I don't get why you're so mad." I said as Harry dettached the hoop earring off his zipper before handing it back to me.

"M'not mad." He muttered, still not looking at me as I pursed my lips and put my earring back on.

"Sure..." I drawled out, taking out a lipstick as I put it over my lips.

"I see your afro's back perrito." Harry smirked, his eyes trained on the road as I raised my brow at him.

"Yeah well, it was one of the reasons why I didn't want you to hose me down, and what was with all that bullshit back there, you said my afro was ugly the first time you saw it." I smirked, the car swerving to the side a bit making my body jerk as I dragged the lipstick from my lips to my chin.

"Shit...." I groaned in annoyance at the dark brown trail mark on my face through the mirror.

"I lied. I like your hair natural." Harry said under his breath, his voice so quiet I almost missed it as I watched a faint pink tint his cheeks.

"D'aaawwwww.... look at you..." I teased, poking at his cheeks making Harry grab my wrist as he turned to glare at me.

"I see you went over the line a bit." Harry smirked when he saw my messed up lipstick as I narrowed my eyes at him and tried to wipe it off with my free hand.

"Don't move." Harry smiled, licking the pad of his thumb before leaning closer to me.

"No! Harry no! Boy don't!" I scolded, fumbling around in my seat as Harry laughed and rubbed his thumb over the side of my cheek as I closed my eyes and pushed at him.

"Almost off." Harry chuckled, continuing to wipe the excess make up off my skin before pinching my cheek roughly as I shoved his hand away.

"Freakin abusive." I muttered under my breath, patting my abused cheek before grabbing the aux cord and plugging it into my phone.

"Okay your appointment is at six thirty and my dinner is at six forty five so I'll drop you off first-"

"Youuuu!" I bellowed out to the soulja boy song that boomed from Harry's speakers.

"Why do you have such old songs on your phone?" Harry questioned, furrowing his brows as he scrunched his face at me in annoyance.

"I got all the classics boy." I retorted, dancing in the passenger seat as I began to do the dougie.

"Please stop." Harry said, a small smile on his face as he watched me.

"I'm going to dab." I announced, causing Harry to retract his head back to look at me in disbelief as I raised my arms to my side.

"Nat don't you dare fucking dab in my car."

"I'm gonna do it!"

"You're going to regret it for the rest of your life Nat, you're gonna look back and cringe just like how everyone cringes at the whip and nae nae now." Harry warned as I smirked in response, knowing he was right but only doing it just because it irritated him so much.

"Oh shit I'm mid-dab!" I hollered, close to dropping my head as Harry cringed.

"Don't do it."

"I'm doing it!"

"I swear to god I will kick you out of this car if you fucking dab-"

I dabbed.

I danced to the Soulja boy music, using the dabbing dance by raising my arms to the side, dropping my head and briefly resting my face in my elbow before looking up to smirk at a disgusted Harry.

"That's it." Harry growled, unbuckling my seatbelt and unlocking my car door causing me to scream as Harry brought his leg over to my seat while he tried kicking me out of his car.

"Get your dabbing ass out of my car!" Harry cursed, a dimpled smile on his face as I laughed, holding his foot that was trying to nudge my stomach as he continued to drive and turn the wheel.

The car finally stopped to an adrupt halt in front of the publishing building, making me gulp as I looked up at the towering skyscraper.

I froze in my seat, tucking my sleeves up as I took in a shakey breath at the sight.

Fuck I wasn't ready, I've been experiencing some shitty writer's block for the past months and I couldn't seem to write anything.

"Hey," Harry said from behind, placing his large hand over my shoulder causing me to jump a bit as I turned to frown at him.

"You're going to do great." He reassured me, rubbing his thumb over my shoulder as he sent me a comforting smile.

"Okay." I blinked, nodding as I swallowed and got out of the car, returning his smile with one of my own as I tried to hide my shaking hands from him.

Harry waved before driving off, running my sweaty hands over my pencil skirt as I put on my heels, causing many business people in suitcases to send me lingering looks as I rubbed the back of my neck awkwardly.

I stood in front of the large glass door, my breathing heavy as sweat began to form over my skin.

"Fuck, I'm so screwed." I muttered, feeling it hard to catch my breath as I placed my hand over my racing heart.

What the hell was I gonna tell her?

The progress was going terrible and just because I rushed my writing over the night doesn't make things any better because it's probably shit.

I don't know how long I stood there frozen in my spot in front of the towering building before shaking my head, running my hand through my sweating afro hair as I let out a tired breath.

"I can't do this, I can't..." I murmured, backing away from the building from the overwhelming anxiety until my back hit a hard broad chest from behind.

Harry placed his large hands over my heaving shoulders as I craned my neck to gawk at him in surprise, my jaw dropping as he shot me an amused smile.

"Harry what the hell are you doing here? You're going to be late for your dinner with Lisa stupid!" I sputtered, turning to push him away from me only for him to spin my body around to face the building once again as he pressed his chest against my back.

"I'm not going to let my best friend chicken out on her opportunity to get her work published. I'm here now." Harry said in a low stern voice in my ear, squeezing my shoulders as he pushed me towards the door.

"Now stop being a pussy and let's go."