"No, anything but moving in with me are you crazy?" Harry snapped in frustration as I continued to smirk at him.

"I'm not asking to stay long, just a few days until the pipes in my apartment are fixed." I shrugged, leaning back against the wall as his eyes searched my face.

Lies, my pipes were working perfectly, it was only my story that was in desperate need for some fixing up.

"We just met." Harry scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest in defiance.

"You know, you're right you're right. Just forget I mentioned it." I smiled, my voice calm and collected as I nodded my head slowly.

"Good." Harry retorted, eyeing me suspiciously from across the room.

"Now bend over." I demanded, pushing myself off the wall as I neared him.

His green eyes blinked a few times in surprise, shock clear on his features before he furrowed his brows in confusion.

"Excuse me?"

"If it's too weird having me crash at your place for a few days then I want to spank you back." I explained as Harry held his ground and glared at me.

"You are not, going to spank me." He growled out as I circled him slowly like a vulture ready to dive at its prey.

"Oh, funny because you said I could name my price, and if I can't stay over then I want to spank you, I mean, you did spank me..." I reminded in a teasing tone causing Harry's jaw to clench in anger, his intense glare never leaving me.

"Now, bend over like a good boy for mama Nat." I mocked, reaching out for him making him immediatly grab my wrist in his tight hold.

"You're not spanking me," He repeated, nearing me until our faces were only inches apart as he continued to hold my wrist.

"Especially when you're looking like Snoop Dog's cocaine cousin..." He finished, his eyes flickering up and down my body.

"Fo shizzle my nizzle, lemme just sizzle yo bizzle baby." I mimicked in Snoop Dog's voice making Harry narrow his eyes at me as he grit his teeth and let go of my wrist.

"So what will it be curly fry?" I smirked, backing away as I crossed my arms over my chest in triumph.

"Spank his ass!" Georgia and Bernie chanted from the back.

"What!" Carlos said in between chants, getting all hyped as he brought his fist in the air.

"Spank his ass!"

"What!"

"Spank his ass!"

++

"Here's the schedule for the bathroom, you are not allowed to touch any of my personal belongings or cancel my recordings of Desperate Housewives. You can help yourself to any food in the kitchen and if you don't like any of them too bad for you. You are only staying here for three days at most, after that I'm kicking you out whether your pipes are fixed or not." Harry informed in a business like tone as he glared at me from across the room, my eyes darting over the list of rules he had printed out as I set my duffel bag down onto his couch.

"I feel so welcomed." I sniffed dramatically, blinking back fake tears as I placed my hand over my heart and smiled up at him.

"One other rule." Harry said, continuing to glare at me as he played with one of the rings on his long fingers.

"You don't piss me off."

"Yes sir." I said, straightening my posture as I saluted him.

He only returned my salute with a roll of his eyes before leaving the living room.

"So do I just leave my stuff here or-"

"You're sleeping on the couch." His loud voice snapped from the hallways.

"Yeah I'm cool with that but with the whole bathroom schedule thing like... I gotta go when I gotta go man." I called out, getting no response after a few moments as I sighed and sat myself down on the couch.

I took out my hand journal where I'd been writing my work in, flipping back to the page where I had last left off as I took out a pencil.

Nicole was now staying in at cruel cranky Henry's place, the two clashing personalities under one roof causing them to have lots of sexual tension so they end up having mind blowing angry sex then they find out they love eachother the fucking end.

I hated writing this... I really did.

"We're going." Harry said, entering the living room shirtless wearing a pair of sports shorts, running shoes, and a backwards snapback on his head with a towel draped over his shoulder and a waterbottle in his other hand.

"You look athletic." I smiled, raising my hand to give him a thumbs up.

"I'm going to the gym and I'm not leaving you here by yourself." He snapped, walking to the front door as he waited for me to get up.

"Aww... you do care-"

"I don't want you stealing my shit." He interrupted making me snort as I placed my book and pencil back in my bag.

Figured.

"Come." He said, opening the door as he nudged his head gesturing me to tag along.

"Where and how boyyy!" I hollered from the couch, my laughter dying when I realized Carlos and Ralph weren't at my side to high five me.

Harry eyed me from the door, an exasperated look on his face before he shook his head at me and walked out the door with a raspy "Let's go."

++

"Remember how you confessed like a little bitch on how you actually don't mind me annoying you." I commented as Harry furiously punched at the large punching bag hanging from the ceiling.

He punched harder at the object, hit after hit, glaring at it with such hatred and ferocity I just knew he was imagining my face on it.

"Hit it with a left, hit it with a right," I sang out, circling around him as his jaw clenched in anger, his tanned skin gleaming with a layer of sweat as the muscles in his arms flexed whenever he punched.

"Ima knock the pussy out like fight night." I chanted before I jumped at the sound of the punching bag hitting the gym floor with a loud slam that echoed throughout the whole room.

I turned to find Harry's back facing me as he looked down at the broke object on the floor in front of him, his shoulders heaving up and down as I heard him pant softly.

I looked up and realized the chain that was holding the punching bag had been rusty before looking back at Harry who turned to glare at me.

"Would you just shut up for one second." He growled at me, his body tense as I raised my hands up in surrender and neared him.

I raised my fist to strike his stomach making him catch my hit before I could make impact as he glared at me.

"Your blocks are good but you need to work more on your hits." I advised as his grip tightened on my fist and he grit his teeth.

"I can assure you, I can pound just fine." He suddenly smirked, my eyes narrowing at him at his double meaning.

"Get wrecked son!" I screamed out, twisting his arm at a painful angle before jumping and wrapping my legs around his waist and throwing him to the floor like a world champion wrestler.

After a few hours of tackling and wrestling eachother at the empty gym, we drove back to his place, the both of us full of bruises and sore muscles.

"I'm hitting the shower." Harry and I stated in unison once we entered his flat, the both of us freezing at eachother's words before we both looked at the open bathroom across the hall.

We immediatly shoved at eachother with me elbowing Harry's stomach while his large hand pushed at my face.

I jumped on his sweaty shirtless back, causing him to grunt as he fell to his knees while I wrapped one arm around his neck and gave him a noogie, rubbing my fist against his curly hair.

"You're fucking psychotic!" Harry seethed, trying to knock me off him as our bodies bumped from furniture to furniture.

"And you're Daddy as fuck!" I screamed, causing Harry's body to tense as he gawked at me, obviously taken aback before I hopped off his back and bolted for the bathroom taking advantage of his shocked state.

I slammed the door shut behind me, immediatly locking it as he violently knocked against the wood cursing out my name.

"Natalie get out." Harry growled menacingly from the other side.

"I'm naked...." I sang out stripping out of my sweat drenched clothes.

It was silent for a few moments before I heard him let out an annoyed scoff.

"I don't care, I'm showering first." He said making me smirk as I turned the water to the shower on.

"Sorry can't hear you." I laughed making him curse me out and bang on the door as I hopped in the shower.

New thing I found about Harry Styles.

I thought he would smell like mint or live off mint since that's pretty much how all bad boys are described to smell like in stories like there's no other smell out there in the world.

But trust me, I was just surprised as you when I found the vanilla scented shampoo in his shower, no wonder he always smelled so... sweet.

After a good twenty minutes I got out of the bathroom with my vanilla scented dried afro hair and a towel wrapped around my body.

I stopped frozen in shock at the open door, my eyes widening when I saw a butt naked Harry leaning against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest in anger, not even bothering to cover his bare front as he glared at me.

"Damnnnnn!" I exclaimed, biting my fist as I gawked at his manhood.

"I got hot." He shrugged casually, a small smirk forming over his lips at my reaction.

"Yeah you did." I laughed, still gazing at his crotch in shock before clearing my throat and looking back at him.

Don't look for a ruler to measure him, don't look for a ruler to measure him.

"I see your afro's back." He mused as he neared me causing me to take a step back automatically.

"And I see, that's out." I swallowed, gesturing to his package.

Yeah it's just... it's just out there.

"I know, you haven't stopped checking me out this whole time." Harry taunted, his body still gleaming with sweat as I tried to take my gaze away from his taut abs.

"Okay you know what pretty boy, if I was naked you would be doing the same because hormones." I defended quickly, my brown eyes narrowing at his green ones as he pursed his lips in amusement.

"Don't get too cocky." He scoffed, backing away from me as he pushed passed me and headed towards the bathroom.

"Harry."

"Wha-" Harry began with an irritated tone before I dropped the towel away from my body, letting the cloth fall to the floor as his green eyes widened and his mouth dropped in excitement.

I let out a laugh of triumph at his reaction, his face falling once he realized I had tricked him before his eyes flickered up to my face to glare at me.

"I hit you with that second towel!" I mocked, snapping my fingers at him as I gestured down to the second towel I was wearing that was still shielding my body from him.

That's right, this bitch wore two towels.

"I wasn't checking you out." He cut in in a cold defensive tone, balling his hands into tight fists as he clenched his jaw and glared at me.

"Never said you did..." I teased before slowly backing out of the hallway, continuing to snap my fingers at him as I whispered "get on my level" and left.