I was excited to get home, to just chill on the couch and eat potato salad with vanilla boy in in my living room.

It was just too bad my couch was already occupied with Harry and some girl, his body hovering over hers as they made out with one another, their legs tangled together while the sound of their labored breathing and passionate groans filled my entire living room.

They obviously hadn't heard me come in and I didn't know whether I was grateful for that or not.

"Mimi.." He breathed, nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck.

I felt my totebag drop to the floor as Harry peppered soft kisses on Mimi's skin, her long light brown hair hiding her face from me as she giggled, making him smile that same dimpled smile that would make my heart race.

My heart was now racing for a whole 'nother reason this time.

I grabbed the journal and manila file out of my tote bag on the ground before throwing it straight at Harry's fucking head in anger.

"What the-" He cringed, rubbing at his head as my papers fell to the floor before his green eyes snapped up to meet my wide furious ones making his whole face pale at the sight of me, standing there right in front of them.

"N-Natalie. I thought, I thought you were at your appointment with your-" Harry sputtered out, immediatly crawling off the girl almost tripping over his feet in the process as he gawked at me in shock.

"What is this!? Seriously, what is this! I came here to have a good time and eat some potato salad and now I'm feeling very attacked here!" I sputtered out, motioning towards him and the girl on the couch.

I was going to try to channel all my anger, focus on all these threats, feel the blinding rage that was coursing through my whole body making me feel like my skin was on fire.

Because once the anger subsided there would only be tears and heartbreak for me to focus on afterwards.

And I was not going to give him the satisfaction of watching my cry and break down in front of him.

"And you! Dude do you know that this bitch is playing the both of us?" I snapped at the girl on the couch who hadn't even turned around to look at me, still hiding her face from me.

Mimi let out a scoff, ignoring me as she checked her manicured nails.

She knew that Harry was taken.

I felt a lump form in my throat when I heard Harry's soft desperate pleas to listen to him, trying to train my vision on the girl laying passively on my damn couch with no care in the world before I stormed over, grabbing Harry by his dick causing him to yelp in pain while my other free hand reached out for the girl's hair, only to have the brown curls on her head fall revealing an almost bald african american man.

Obama turned to me with a smirk before saying, "My fellow american, I just stole your man."

I woke up laughing, sitting up from my bed holding my stomach with an idiotic smile on my face as I laughed like a maniac in the middle of the night.

"Ouch my stomach- oh god." I wheezed out, clutching onto my stomach as the hysteria slowly faded when Harry shifted slightly in bed besides me at the noise I was making.

"Did you dream of a funny joke..." Harry murmured in a slow raspy tone at my side, his eyes still closed and probably still half asleep as I took in a deep breath and stared down at him, cuddled by my side.

"No, not really, just felt like laughing in the middle of the night." I lied, my voice soft and hoarse as I pushed a strand of his brown hair away from his face.

"Oh... well then shut up I'm tryna get some sleep." He slurred, a small playful smile on his face as he grabbed a pillow and hit me with it, not bothering to open his eyes as I laughed and layed back down with his back facing me.

It never ceased to surprise me that my bad boy loved being the little spoon.

I blinked up at the dark ceiling, realizing how fast my heart was racing before I brought my hands up in front of me, shocked to see that I was actually visibly shaking.

One warm tear trailed down the side of my cheek on my pillow, causing my eyes to widen in bewilderment as the pain from my nightmare settled in.

It felt all too real.

Until Obama came of course, telling me he stole my man.

I closed my eyes, taking in a deep breath at all the emotions that were running through my head.

Wiping at my eyes I sat myself up, just staring at the dark before I turned to my side and looked at Harry's silhouette next to me, lightly snoring before I leaned over his shoulder, placing my hand on the side of his face, gently caressing his cheek.

And then I fucking slapped him.

"Dude! Nat what the fuck!" Harry jumped from the impact, immediatly grabbing my wrist now fully awake and alert as he glared at me with wide confused and angered green eyes.

"That's what you get for cheating on me." I sneered, shoving his hand away before sitting myself up and hugging a pillow to my chest, avoiding his gaze.

"What? Cheating- Natalie I'd never do that, what are you talking about?" Harry asked, his voice softening as he rubbed at his eyes before he turned to look at me, resting his hand over mine in a comforting manner before I flicked it away.

"In my dream..." I muttered, burying my face into the pillow in my arms.

It was silent for a moment and I could just see Harry's "are you kidding" me face in my head.

"Are you shitting me right now Nat." Harry groaned out, taking a strand of my tangled hair before gently tugging on it to get my attention.

"Dream you was such an asshole little bitch. He kept stuttering cause he knew I was going to castrate him.." I informed as I raised my head from my pillow, only to find Harry smiling at me in an endearing manner as he played with my hair.

"Well dream me is stupid. I'd never do that to you, I don't want anyone else but you." He reassured, leaning over to give me a quick kiss on my lips as I pursed my lips.

"But you didn't have to slap me for it, dream Harry's the one you should be mad at not me." He laughed, giving my cheeks a little pinch making me scoff as I pushed his hand away.

I adruptly laid back down in bed, making the whole mattress shift under the impact as I hugged the pillow to my chest and tried to go back to sleep.

"What are you doing now?" I heard Harry ask in an amused tone.

"I'm trying to go back to sleep so I can go back to my dream and whoop dream Harry's ass." I told him, only causing him to chuckle before I felt his warm fingers on my forehead.

"You're pouting and you have all these frown lines babe." He noted, running his hand over the crease of my brows to smooth them out making me open my eyes.

"Don't think I haven't noticed you getting all these nightmares..." He began in a cautious tone, slinging his arm around my waist and pulling me closer to him until we were laying down facing eachother with his hands on my waist.

"Are you really that worried I'm going to cheat on you, or that I'm going to be unfaithful to you?" Harry questioned, running the pad of his thumb over my bottom lip as his dark green eyes searched my face.

"Yeah." I replied, getting straight to the point making the frown on his face only deepen at his words.

"Well I guess you and me just need to have a talk yeah?" Harry offered, pulling me closer until my face was pressed against his bare chest as he traced his fingers against my skin under my shirt.

"I don't feel like talking..." I mumbled, feeling like I was enduring a huge headache as I took in a deep breath, smelling the vanilla on Harry which automatically made my body relax into him.

"Good, cause you're going to listen. I'm going to tell you one hundred and one reasons on why I love you and would never do that to you and more if you're up for a pep talk." I heard him say as I ran my fingers along the tattoos on his arms.

"It's okay Harry, you don't have to-"

"I want to and I'm going to. So hush and let me speak."

++

"And that is reason twenty five on why I love you so much."

"That was actually reason twenty three." I corrected.

"Well so-rry, it's kind of hard to keep track when I'm balls deep inside of you." Harry drawled out from above, stilling his movements as we both laughed lightly at his response.

I had my flushed face buried into his pillow, the only thing I could see was Harry's large hand besides my head, gripping hard onto the sheets as he moved above me, rolling his hips down to meet my body as I tensed at the overwhelming feeling of the sound of his soft groans filling my ears.

"I told you, if I have to make love to you in the middle of the night for you to realize there's no one else but you I'd do it." Harry breathed from behind me, his lips at my ear and warm breath on my skin before he traveled down and sucked lightly on the side of my neck, still thrusting into me from behind as I brought my head back at the sensation, fisting the fabric of the pillow.

"I can do this all night Natalie, I'll please you just like this, I'll be soft and gentle and then I'll fuck all your doubts and worries out of you baby." He promised, running his tongue against my neck as I cried out in pleasure when he gave me one powerful thrust, one of his arms slung around my waist keeping me in place as my whole body shook.

"Well... I think we need a rain check on that all nighter because- because," I stuttered out, panting as my vision blurred at the pleasure, my whole face flushing in embarrassment at how close I was so soon.

I let out a small yelp of surprise when Harry grabbed a fistful of my hair, bringing my head up to rest against his shoulder as he continued to go down on me.

"You don't cum until I tell you." He growled into my ear, making me snap my eyes open before I reached behind me and pinched his ear, causing him to let out a small whimper before I craned my neck and pulled him down to my face.

"You wanna try that again." I told him, narrowing my eyes as he gulped.

"Fuck I love when you put me in my place. Sorry I- I was just really getting in the mood." He said, his body shuddering against mine as I smirked and let go of his ear and he kissed my cheek, making my toes begin to curl when he started moving inside of me again.

"No, dude I'm so serious... I'm going to..." I began, gritting my teeth and screwing my eyes shut, panting as I clutched onto the pillow and buried my face.

"Wait what? Already? I'm not there yet wait! Wait hold on I'm not there yet wait for me!" Harry panicked, picking up the pace only making everything much worst for me as I let out a strangled moan.

"The fuck you mean wait for you! There is no orgasm stop sign the fuck you talkin bou- oh god!" I cried out in surprise when pleasure took over me, sweeping my whole body to cloud nine as I shook underneath Harry's body, biting onto the pillow to muffle my screams before my limbs fell to my sides in exhaustion.

"Did you just..." Harry began in an uncertain tone, stopping his movements as my eyes widened and I shook my head, burying my face in the pillow in embarrassment.

"No!" I said much too quickly, sucking in a sharp breath when Harry brought his hand to my front, running his fingers between my legs as I screwed my eyes shut at how oversensitive I was before he brought his hand back up.

I let out a groan as Harry burst out in hysterical laughter, pulling out and rolling on his back as he clutched onto his stomach laughing.

"You came already! And so soon too holy shit!" He laughed as my cheeks flamed, peeking up from the pillow as he shook the bed with his laughter making me scowl.

"I was just-"

"Three thrusts and my girl was gone." He wheezed, his eyes screwed shut from his laughter as his dimples appeared along with his beautiful smile.

I scoffed.

It was most definitely not just three thrusts.

It was eight.

"Ahahaha funny." I mocked, rolling my eyes and turning so my back was facing him before he chuckled, his laughter dying down as he reached out and pulled me into his body, wrapping his arms around my waist before he kissed the side of my neck.

"You smell like coconuts and sex." He said into my skin, his deep voice muffled as he held my hand, intwining our fingers together making me smile.

"You smell like vanilla and bullshit." I retorted, making him chuckle before he brought his head up from my neck, leaning his lips down to mine in a slow kiss, his hand squeezing mine making my whole body tingle.

"I'm nervous about meeting your parents tomorrow." He admitted, his breath fanning over my slightly swollen lips as I turned to him.

We had decided to visit my parents for the weekend so Harry could start his landscaping career since my parents needed to really improve their new garden.

"Honestly, after the first impressions I left on your parents, you have nothing to worry about." I reassured him, patting his cheek playfully as he smiled.

"Don't say that, my parents love you." Harry lied, biting his lip as he hugged me to his chest.

"Ah yes, I'm the best hoodlum sex addict they've ever met."

++

I parked the car in front of my parent's house, stiff in my seat as Harry gawked out the window before pointing at me then at the mansion then at me with wide eyes and a slack jaw.

"So... when exactly were you going to tell me your parents owned one of the worldms top fashion industries? I thought your last name Kaufman was just a coincidence, the media exploited only three of their kids and I definitely know you weren't one of them." Harry interrogated, leaning back in his seat as he gave me a questioning look.

"I was sent to live with my grandma in Oakland California during my middle school and high school years so that's why I've just been on the, you know, down low. My parents sent all of their kids to different schools that would fit our different personalities." I explained, shifting in my seat due to Harry's intense gaze and having to drive six hours to get to my parent's place while I gazed out at the large gold gates in front of their white mansion and neatly trimmed lawn.

"You know they actually toned it down, they had a fountain right in front of their- oh nevermind, they just moved it on the lawn." I swallowed, unbuckling my seatbelt before turning to find Harry sulking in his seat.

"Don't be mad." I reasoned with a small smile, leaning over and placing my hand over his thigh as he playfully narrowed his eyes at me.

"What, you think I'm going to be okay with everything just because you put your hand on my thigh." Harry snapped, making me smile as I nodded before he smirked at me.

"You right, you right." He chuckled, placing his large hand over mine and squeezing before I pecked his lips, the both of us getting out of the car to get our bags from the trunk.

"Just a warning, I'm still my parent's kid and you already know how I am so, just a warning, they may be a little... overbearing and different." I cautioned as we trudged up the marble steps, approaching the newly painted large white door of the mansion.

"I got it Nat, if you can handle my parents I can handle yours." Harry smirked, playfully nudging me as I forced a smile, taking in a deep breath before I knocked on the door.

"Open up! The best child is here!" I yelled, ringing the doorbell repeatedly before the door finally opened, only to reveal my older brother, his light green, almost silver eyes meeting mine while he poured pop rocks in the palm of his hand and brought it up to his mouth, eating the candy with a smug expression.

"Sorry, he already arrived but I'll let them know their gang child is here." He grinned, batting his full lashes at me thanks to his middle eastern roots while he leaned against the doorframe.

"What are you doing here Grant." I smirked, shaking my head before he smiled and pulled me into a hug.

"Everyone's here, once our folks heard you were comin' over they decided to get the whole gang back together." Grant informed, dropping his head back with his mouth hung open as he let the candy on his tongue make little pop and crickling sounds.

"Wait, Nat, you told me I was just meeting your parents." Harry cut in from behind, shooting me a stern look.

"I didn't think my siblings would be here either, except for Todd, he's still in highschool." I replied back as Grant began to subtly choke on his candy.

"Grant, this is my boyfriend Harry. Harry, this is my older brother Grant." I introduced, shoving my brother to the side so I can walk in as Grant smiled and shook Harry's hand.

"Grant Kaufman, oscar nominee, have you seen any of my movies? I was in the one with Johnny Depp yah know." He asked Harry, making me roll my eyes as we walked inside.

"No, yeah," Harry mumbled, obviously not listening to my brother as he placed his bags down on the floor along mine before grabbing my wrist.

"Nat I have to tell you something." He said, his eyes pleading as I took in his worried demeanor making me furrow my brows in confusion.

"Your boyfriend's not a homophobe is he?" Grant asked, putting his hand on top of Harry and I's joined ones making me turn to him with an amused expression.

"Is that my Natalie I hear!" A familar voice echoes from the hallway, catching my attention as a stubby asian man in a taut suit along with a taller lanky caucasian man in a bow fast walked towards me.

"Dads!" I laughed, a smile forming on my face at my parents as they both enveloped me in a hug.

"Oh look at her, she's adorable." Dad E. squealed, clapping his hands together as Dad. D squished my cheeks together, cooing while one of them brought out their phone to take a picture.

"Harry, these are my parents. This is Edgar Kaufman," I said, motioning to my blonde haired father who immediatly attacked Harry in a hug screaming "He's so handsome!"

"And this my other dad, Dennis Kaufman." I smiled, hugging my asian father as he continued to snap pictures of everyone with the flash.

"I just call them Dad E. and Dad D. by the way." I informed while my tall father squished Harry's cheeks together, posing next to him with a smile as my other short father snapped pictures of the two repeatedly in different angles, the flash making Harry blink rapidly in a daze.

"Yeah we don't let her call us daddy cause that's just reserved for the two of us." Dad E. informed making Grant and I exchange looks, gagging together in horror as Dad D. giggled.

"Edgar... not in front of Nat's boyfriend..." Dennis giggled, playfully swatting at his husband's arm while Harry looked between the two of them, not knowing what to do.

"Oh you have no idea how long we thought our Natalie was gay, all this time we were waiting for her to bring a girl over." Edgar informed with a light laugh as Harry's eyes widened before he turned to smirk at me while Grant bursted out laughing besides me.

"Oh yes, you're her first boyfriend since... well since ever! Okay picture time, get in get in, don't be shy!" Dennis squealed, waving his hand for me to get closer to Harry before Edgar pushed the two of us together, going in the middle behind us as he smiled and posed while Dennis readied the camera.

"Everyone say, Natalie's straight!" Dennis announced in a "say-cheese" kind of tone, holding his phone out to take a picture of us as Grant butt into the photo, putting bunny ears on Harry.

"Natalie's straight!" Grant, my dads, and even Harry grinned as the flash from the camera blinded me.

I blinked rapidly, rubbing at my eyes tumbling to the side a bit before Harry caught my wrist to stable me.

"It's nice to meet you guys." He began, smiling nervously as he pulled me to his side.

"Nat you didn't tell me he was British! I'm actually taking a role in an upcoming movie and I need to master a British accent." Grant said in awe, his eyes wide as he grabbed Harry by his shoulders.

"Why is everyone yelling!" My other sixteen year old brother called from the stairs, his indian accent echoing through the house, his bowl cut on his head bobbing up and down as he trudged downstairs, acne cream dotted over his face.

"What did you guys do to Todd's hair!" I exclaimed in horror at his hairstyle, the poor boy looked like a coconut head.

"Natalie!" He smiled, crashing into my body for a hug as I laughed and squeezed him in my arms.

"Oh great, almost everyone's here! Take more pictures Dennis." Edgar insisted, fanning himself trying not to cry as Dennis continued to snap pictures.

"Natalie, I really need to talk to you." Harry whispered into my ear, pulling me away from Todd as I met his intense gaze.

He ran his tongue over his lower lip nervously as I stared at him in confusion, his green eyes darting towards my family then towards the door as I raised my brows in confusion.

"You okay?" I asked, tilting to my head to the side a bit before placing my hand on his face, trying to calm him down.

"I want you- I want you to know something before-"

"Look! I see Mandy's prius rolling up! Mandy's here!" Todd announced, opening the front door as everyone cheered and gathered to the front.

"Harry, you have to meet my sister, she's so chill and-"

Harry cut me off, bringing his hand up to my chin making me turn so I wouldn't break eye contact from him as his jaw clenched.

"You don't understand Nat, I already know your sister." He began, his voice on edge as I blinked at him in surprise.

"Natalie!" A familiar voice squealed through the crowd of my family, a tall swedish blonde pushing passed Grant and Todd, her blue eyes lighting up when she spotted me.

Her smile immediatly dropped when her gaze traveled to Harry at my side, making me look over to find all the color on Harry's face drained as he swallowed, their shocked expressions mirroring one another's.

"H-Harry?" Mandy stuttered out, making everyone in the room quiet down as we all looked between Harry and Mandy in confusion, feeling the tension in the air.

It was then that I saw it on both of their faces, the recognition, the raw emotions in eachother's eyes that made me gape up at the look on Harry's face, it was that look where the whole world just drained away and faded to black, and it was only just him and the person he was looking at that existed.

And that person he was looking at, was my sister.

While I was just fading away in the back.

"Hey Mimi." Harry greeted.

AN: The storm's still coming, this is just like the light tickle of rain that occurs before the storm. Oh and if anyone is confused yes Nat is adopted by the way and so are her siblings which explains why they're all different races and they have two dads. 

Sometimes she'll address her dads as Edgar and Dennis but that's so it's not confusing.

This is the last chapter with sex or smut in it btw, I realized there was a lot of that in the past chapters but it was because I didn't space it out that well but yeah, I just wanted to reach my goal of three smut scenes in this story and it's mostly just to throw shade and comedy or to show the connection between Nat and Harry.

I already know how I'm going to end this story and it's gonna be good...

Five or six more chapters of Cliché left.