We came to a small stop in front of a familar building. It was big, old, and out in the middle of no where. It was his warehouse.

I looked back at Harry. Not saying another word he got out of the car. I watched his figure walk around the front of the car, opening my door to let me out. I didn't question anything. We both had a rough night, a warehouse no one knew about didn't seem like such a bad idea.

Getting out of the car, I felt Harry's fingers intertwine with mine. He tugged us up the steps and into the building. Everything was just as I recalled from last time. It was wierd how I still remembered the way around this place. Where I remember him taking me soon changed as he made the opposite turn, walking us up to a room I've never seen before.

"Is this your room?" I asked looking back at Harry.

The room was dark, a big bed in the left side with a huge window in the wall besides it that took up more than half the wall. Some more furniture and computers roamed the room, none that really mattered after he started speaking again.

"Yep." He responded, leaning against the door frame to watch me admire the place.

I looked back at him with curious eyes, walking closer to him. He looked perfect just standing there. I wasn't sure of what was happening but I knew that I wanted nothing more than the taste of his lips.

He watched me in lust, admiring the way I walked up to him to wrap my arms around his neck. He stood up straight, eyes never looking away from mine.

"What's wrong now?" I asked.

Harry's eyes met mine again after releasing a deep sigh. "Now you wanna explain to me what happened back there with Robert?"

The subject brought my mood down by a great percent. I didn't want to talk to him about it since it was a sensitive topic about how I felt about him.

"C'mon, Leah," He begged, standing up straight. "You said you would tell me when we were alone."

"I know." I closed my eyes. "I know."

Harry waited patiently for me to continue speaking again. Moving away from his body I walked towards the big window.

"Robert suspected something was going on between you and I." I started speaking. I could just imagine Harry's eyes growing wide. "Of course, I denied it. But.. He just kept on insisting!" I paused. "So I went off on him.." I came to a pause in front of the window. There was a long desk in front of it, one that held many different books.

Harry's figure remained where he always stood, not daring to come anywhere near me.

"I told him so much stuff. How he wasn't my father and he can't tell me what to do.." I closed my eyes, sighing heavily as I recalled the situation.

All of a sudden I felt a hand come over my shoulder. The touch startled me a little bit. Looking to the side I just noticed it was Harry because of the rings he had on his fingers.

My back was pressed to his front. Warm breath could be felt on my neck and shoulder. His hand skimmed down to where mine was holding a page in one of the books on his desk. He released my hold from it, bringing my hand back down to my side. The feeling was rushing up and down my body. I don't know where this was going but I wasn't planning on stopping it either.

"What if I tell you what to do?" He whispered into my ear making my body freeze to the spot.

Harry urged my body away from the window, spinning me around to face up to him. He was tall. I've never noticed exactly how tall he was until I finally stood this close to him.

A smirk pulled into his lips.

Mine remained still.

Harry's hand moved over to my cheeks. Cupping them with both his hands he urged me closer. His lips caught hold of mine in a slow, rhythmic manner. I didn't stop him, the feeling was inseparable.

My breathing became increasingly heavy as he cautiously played with the tips of my fingers. They became entwined with his, slowly he pulled me forward. Harry sat on the edge of the bed looking up at me. He caught hold of my other hand, tugging me forward until I stood between his legs. My chest rose up and down quickly as I felt him place a large hand around the back of my thigh. He lifted it, encouraging me to straddle his lap.

Harry shifted back further on the bed. I placed my hand on his chest to stop me from falling into him. My touch quickly withdrew as I watched him grip the bottom of his t shirt. The fabric was swiftly pulled over his head before chucking the clothing to the floor. My eyes were instantly drawn to the tanned skin of his torso. I gasped as Harry caught hold of my hand. He brought it up to his shoulder before guiding me down over to his left collarbone.

"Please." He begged.

Harry's hand left mine and I surprised myself when I continued to touch his chest. His muscles were toned, hard under my fingertips. I watched his mouth part as my index finger lightly ran over his nipple. Hot breath forced from his body as my touch travelled down his front. Carefully I traced the defined lines on his stomach. Harry couldn't take his dark eyes off me as I dipped into the curves. I curiously let my fingers wander to the v lines on his hips. But my touch eased when I reached the black band of his boxers which were visible over the top of his pants.

I froze, still sat on Harry's lap as he slowly released his belt. The button was popped open and the zip pulled down. My eyes widened. Harry acted quickly as I tried to climb off him, one of his large hands held my thigh, the other slid around my lower back in an effort to keep me straddling him.

We stayed like that for a few moments. My shaky breath trembled from my lips as Harry's grew deeper. I shivered as his touch ran up my back, forcing me closer to him. He leaned forward, his nose brushing my cheek as he desperately tried to get me to respond. I turned my head towards him, giving him the opportunity to catch my lips with his.

I didn't pull away, just tugged on his hair.

What the Hell am I getting myself into?

**

A raspy moan was released from my lips, wanting nothing more than to stay in bed. My hands felt for the pillow to put over my head. But I was left confused upon feeling something warm and smooth beneath me. My eyes shot open when a deep laugh filled my ears, the vibrations running through my body.

"Good morning to you too."

I quickly pushed myself up, immediately regretting the sudden harsh movement. My body hurt immensely, everything from head to toe was a cry for help.

I still can't believe that happened last night. I was so mad with my life that I gave myself up to Harry. Well, I don't really regret it. I liked him, a lot. And he helped get my mind off of things even if it was just for a night.

Harry noticed the look on my face. Dark curls spread on the pillow before he sat up, ruffling his hair then resting his weight back on his elbows. My hands gripped the sheets I was holding up to my chest tighter as Harry's large hand skimmed down my back.

I was lying naked next to a guy. His touch just brought that back to my memory.

"Are you okay?" He asked growing concerned.

"I'm fine." I spoke disbelievingly.

"No you're not." He shook his head, sitting up straighter in the mattress.

The bright rays of sun shines through the window. What time is it?

"What time is it?" I asked looking back out over to the huge window.

"That doesn't matter." He spoke growing more stern. "Now tell me, what's wrong? Did I do something?"

"No." I shook my head.

"Then what?" He asked. "Tell me."

I didn't want to speak about it. Especially not after the night we had last night. But something about the way he was speaking made me believe he wasn't going to stop insisting until he got what he wanted.

Sighing, I looked up. "It's just.. My life is a big mess right now."

He didn't have to say anything. I didn't want comforting. But as I looked back at him I noticed a look in his face that was going to do just what I wanted him not to. Talk about it.

"Is it your father?" He asked.

"Trust me, he's a big part but it's not entirely just him." I answered looking down.

There was a moment of complete silence. I was growing a little worried, but he spoke just before I could say anything about it.

"I think you should talk to him." He nodded his head, looking back up at me. "Apologize."

"What!" I paused. "You heard what I told you." I was completely shocked with what he was saying. Harry, out of all the people who ever understood me is now siding my father? The one person who has ever hurt me?

"I know, but he's still your father. He knows what's best for you." He explained.

"You don't understand, Harry." I shook my head. "Fun-Boss-Robert isn't the same person as Dad-Robert."

"I know." He closed his eyes.

"No, you don't!" I exclaimed, not letting him finish what he was planning on saying. Harry's eyes grew wide, he was getting mad but I could care less.

"You know, I thought you out of all people would understand my situation." I spoke as I grabbed my bra and gray t shirt from the floor and put it on while the sheets still covered me. All of a sudden the pain was nothing, I was infuriated.

I was careful not to show anything as I brought my underwear up my legs.

"Okay, where are you going?" He asked watching me get dressed.

"Anywhere but here." I spat before picking up my high waisted black pants from the floor.

"C'mon, Leah." He begged. "I was just telling you to do what's right for a change."

I looked back up at him as he finished. I can't believe he just said that too. All my bad decisions have him caused by him. The sneaking out, the clubs, the drinking. It's all him.

"This was a mistake." I scoffed, bringing my pants up to my waist and buttoning them up.

He didn't say anything else but watched me scurry the room for my belongings. I strapped on my shoes and picked up my jacket. My bag was the last thing I grabbed before storming out of the room. I gripped the handle tightly just as I swung the door open.
Something else came to mind before I left.

"Oh, and if you really want to give advice about family, try looking at yours and do something about your Aunt." I pinned my eyes at him.

I didn't look back but I knew I felt him in his pissing manner. He deserved it. He knows adjusting to the man who walked out on his family is a challenge. I don't have feelings for him because he didn't have feelings for me.

This is possibly the worst thing that could ever happen. Having the one person you thought would always understand you, turn against you at your lowest turning point.

Maybe London wasn't that bad of a plan.