We're walking on wire
But nothing feels higher
When I see that look in your eyes

I'm not stupid.

Roosten Sachem got us into this mess in the first place and even though no matter how convincing the bastard is, I wasn't going to allow him to drag us into another one. Yeah, see? I'm smart.

The first thing I did after confirming that Maxon and I were going to Arena Gardens, I called Draven Khan. You know those situations where you have to work with people you don't want to because they can actually help make the outcome somewhat better? Yeah. Hopefully doing that doesn't make me stupid...

Guess we'll find out right?

I'd wondered if I should ask Draven about Liam's father seeing that he knows everything about us. However, I realised it would be better to ask Liam himself when he's back with us. Surprisingly, Draven was actually easily persuaded to help get Liam back and it worked out because he had his little army men everywhere.

He even got his people to do GPS searches on the warehouse and Liam's phone. It was difficult to track Liam's phone though because he's a fucking hacker. No way his location was going to be easy to get but they still tried. We came up with a plan that Maxon and I would stop the transport vehicle before it ever reaches the warehouse and unknown to them, Draven has people blocking the road and surrounding the vehicle in the bushes so they can't escape.

Only problem is things actually going according to plan.

We leave soon and Maxon pushed me out of his room to go freshen up and get some energy into my body seeing as neither of us got a wink of sleep. I walked into the room and my eyes found her immediately. My sunshine asleep on the bed, holding a pillow to her chest, eyebrows slightly furrowed and lips in a small pout as she sleeps.

It takes my breath away, the sight of her. Every time I think about touching her I'm afraid that she'd disappear under my touch because I still haven't comprehended how she's real. Watching her, I feel even more guilty than before for the way I left things.

A sigh leaves my lips and I continued walking to my bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face. I haven't gotten any sleep in nearly twenty four hours but oddly, it gives me more energy. I finished and dried my hands and face with a towel before walking back to Madeleine's room, ready to wake her up.

When I saw her though, the pillow she was hugging was pushed to her side and her fingers were gripping the sheets. Madeleine tosses on the bed, pushing the blanket away from her. I studied her more, noticing her chest rising and falling faster than it should be. Even through all of this, her face told me she was fast asleep. My alarms kicked in and I bolted closer to her, worried that it might be a nightmare.

Just as I was about to gently shake her shoulders to wake her up, a soft moan falls from her parted lips. "Harry," she whimpers in her sleep, tightening her hold on the blanket and her legs push the blanket off her thigh. My lips parted, surprised, the front of her underwear had a wet spot.

Naughty girl.

Breakfast? I think dessert first...if she lets me.

I moved so I was standing over her side of the bed, easy for me to touch her. "Madeleine," I whispered, running my finger down her arm and I smiled widely as her body relaxes slightly. "Wake up baby," I cooed but she still refuses to wake up. I brought my hand on her thigh, brushing my fingertips on her inner thigh, creating all sorts of lines on her skin.

Madeleine still refuses to wake up. I huffed and moved on to plan B that just popped into my mind. I carefully crawled on the bed and her legs were thankfully wide enough to fit my body between, giving me just the right opportunity to press kisses on her thigh.

My hands found hers, unclenching them from the sheets and slipping them in my fingers. "Madeleine," I whispered against her skin, needing her to wake up before I do anything else. A bad feeling begins to wake inside me I begin to pull away, refusing to let myself continue since she doesn't show any sign of waking up.

"Harry."

My body couldn't help but feel relaxed that it was just him. He smiles and slips his fingers out of mine. "Good morning, Sunshine," he greets, a sneaky look worn on his face.

"What are you doing?" I asked, swallowing thickly when I remembered my dream of Harry and me. It was more like a memory of one of our days at my old apartment. I can already feel how wet I am, Harry must know that too.

"Well uhm," Harry starts, flicking his eyes to the wall nervously. "I want to taste you but I need you awake first. Should I stop? I'm sorry if-" He begins to ramble off as if he was unprepared to explain. I caught on quickly and stopped him before he stopped before he even started.

"No, none of that. This is okay, but...we weren't okay last night," I interrupted him, feeling slightly confused by his mood switch. I shouldn't want this as much as I do. "You shouted at me..." I whispered, not mentioning that some of it actually hurt. Harry hums in acknowledgement and pulls away so he'd look at me in the eyes.

"Yes, I did. So let me make it up to you, please," he pleads, drawing circles below my knee where his hand slid to. I sit up slightly, using the pillow. "We should talk...not this..." I debated, knowing what was the right thing to do but fuck, he's got me so bothered now and I wanted his tongue and hands on me.

"So you don't want this?" Harry gathers and starts to pull away even more. My body acts fast and I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him back to me. "I do, but we should talk about last night," I corrected myself. "We'll talk as much as we need to after. First, let me make you feel good," harry compromises and I nodded my head.

"Okay, yes," I agreed and he smiles. "Now, let's get back to you," Harry shifts the topic and slowly slides his hands further up my thigh. "Performing little shows for me with Zayn, you had fun, yeah?" Harry tilts his head to the side, his thumbs pressing down on my inner thigh slightly.

My eyes widened, not expecting that or for him to hold onto it. "Answer me or I won't touch you, love," Harry threatens, his eyes holding promise. "Y-yes," I stuttered.  He adjusts himself, pulling me down the pillow by my thighs so he could kiss them while his hands slid under my T-shirt that had already ridden up in my sleep.

"Up," he says and I lift off the bed for a second so he could slide the thin material off. His eyes darken slightly with desire and love as they ran down my body. Harry inhales sharply, slowly drinking in all of me in a way that only turned me on more. "Please," I whispered, and his eyes met mine for a brief second.

He hovers over my body while his eyes remained on my chest. Harry's fingers danced over certain spots on my neck and chest. Ones that I know all too well. "Who made these pretty marks on your body?" Harry wonders out loud, already knowing the answer to his question.

"You," I breathed out, feeling fire dance wherever his hand travelled. "That's right. So why did you cover them up without my permission?" He questions, tilting his head to the side, his curls he'd pushed back falling on his forehead.

Fuck me.

"They would've drawn attention," I answered honestly, eyebrows furrowing because I didn't know he didn't want me to. "Never again, okay?" He says and I nodded my head repeatedly," never ever."

Harry leans down and presses a kiss to my chest, starting his trail as his hands roamed my body. Slowly he descends my body, sometimes being torturously slow to mess with me. I held my breath when his fingers finally hooked on the hem of my underwear and wondered why he hadn't ripped them off already.

"May I take these off, love?" Harry looks up at me, waiting for my permission. "Yes, please," I answered without hesitation. Pleased, Harry rolls the underwear down my legs and I kicked them off to the side of the bed.

"Mhm, so wet," I hummed, so pleased with the delicious sight in front of me. Felt like the luckiest man on fucking earth if I'm being honest.

Madeleine gasps as my fingers dip into her folds, feeling the wetness on my fingers as I slide them out and unable to help myself, I brought them to my lips and wrapped my mouth around my fingers. Her eyes widens as I moaned from the taste of her, having to control myself from diving into her so soon.

"Do you want to taste yourself, my love?" I questioned her. "Yes please," she answers, almost breathless. I smirked, revelling in how filthy she was being for me. Fuck, I can't wait to relieve her. My fingers dipped in her slick folds, running them up and down to collect her sweetness. "Open up that pretty mouth," I ordered her and her lips parted less than a second after the command.

Hungrily, her lips wrapped around my fingers when I gave it to her, her fingers swirling around them to get every taste. At this point, I couldn't hold back, I just needed to kiss her. I slip out my fingers and slide them down her body. I grabbed her jaw with my other hand to hold her face in place for me and kissed her hard, parting her lips and allowing my tongue to slide into her mouth.

Madeleine moans at the taste of her on my tongue that twisted with hers and I chose that moment to slide my fingers into her entrance. "Fuck," she gasps and arches her back, mouth disconnecting with mine and instead I continued to mark her neck with my lips while my fingers slid in and out of her.

I kissed down her body, my other hand on another path to roll her hardened nipple between my fingers, hearing the moans that leaves her lips. "Fucking art to me, Sunshine," I groaned, getting high on everything Madeleine.

"I can't wait anymore," I stated, suddenly impatient. Madeleine nods her head repeatedly and I reposition myself between her legs. I lifted her thigh so they were over my shoulders, giving me better access to her centre. I leaned in, allowing my breath to hit her, watching as she inhaled sharply.

"Harry, please," she whined and today she's lucky we don't have all the time in the world. I nudged closer and dipped my tongue into her, already wanting to moan at the taste of her.

Fucking hell. My hands on her thighs tightened and I don't hold back, exploring her with my tongue, running along her folds, sucking her clit and her body jolts. My tongue words faster, listening to the whimpers and moans that leaves her lips, the sound of my name mixed in them.

"Fuck, Harry." I groaned at the sound of her that only encouraged me to go faster, repeating the actions that drew those delicious noises from her lips and made her squirm. Her fingers unwrapped from the sheets and ran through my hair, tugging at the ends just the way I like it and I groaned against her, my tongue continuing to fuck in and out of her.

Harry slides one of his hands away from my thigh to flatly press on my lower stomach to keep me from squirming too much. I was so fucking close to losing my mind over how intensely Harry felt.

Even though this was our first time doing this, Harry easily grasped onto what made me feel the best and he kept doing it to the point that I felt pure bliss firing through my veins, reaching every possible where it could. So much that I saw stars shining in my vision but they weren't the ones that appeared when I felt dizzy. Fuck, it's really hard to describe how good Harry makes me feel.

"Sunshine," I panted, pulling the strands of his hair as Harry slides his two fingers into me, my walls tight around his fingers as he slowly eases in and out of me, gradually increasing his speed to match perfectly with his lips and tongue.

My legs started uncontrollably trembling, I could feel the volcano about to shoot fire throughout my body. "Come for me, Madeleine," Harry commands from between my thighs, stopping for just a second. My back arches off the bed again, the feeling somehow consuming my entire body.

Harry didn't have to tell me twice. My body jolts as my climax hit me. I fall off the cliff hard and fast, fireworks spreading throughout my entire body. "That's it, love. Give it to me," Harry praises, still between my thighs continuing his slow torture, coaxing every last bit of my release.

He stops when I winced from the sensitivity and sits on his knees. Stars still danced on my skin and I felt so relieved and floating higher than anything can touch me. "Such a good girl," Harry licks his lips, bringing his hand up to wipe his chin and nose that were coated in my release.

Harry moans as he tastes me on his fingers, wrapping his lips around them and sliding them out to show me his clean fingers. "More, please," I whimpered, my hands grabbing onto his pants and Harry's hands wrapped around my waist to stop me.

"Later, love. I just want to hold you now," he declines and I pout, knowing that we couldn't get too distracted. Fuck, that was the best way to wake up. Harry falls beside me and his hands wrapped around my naked body, pulling me closer to him and I melt into him, finding comfort with my head on his chest and a leg thrown across his.

I inhaled sharply when I see the tattoo below his moth, still can't wrap my head around the fact that Harry had Sunshine tattooed on him. "What are you thinking about?" Harry curiously wonders out loud. "I want a tattoo of this too," I answered and traced his sunshine tattoo.

I look up at Harry, just in time to see the wide smile on his face, dimples bracketing his smile and his green eyes reminded me of the ocean glistening as the sun sets. I fall for him five times harder than I did a minute ago.

"I'll take you when we're home," he says, and I push myself up to press my lips to his cheek. Harry slides his fingers into my hair to keep my face close to his. "I'm sorry about last night," Harry starts softly, he swallows, flicking his eyes between mine.

"You're my anchor, you're my sunshine, you're my rock, you're my everything, Madeleine Henderson. It was fucked of me to say that shit," Harry's eyes softens with guilt. "Forgive me, please?" He whispers. "Of course, Harry. It's okay, I promise. I love you, so much," I assured him, cupping his face and caressing his cheek with my thumb.

"Thank you," he murmurs. Harry slips his fingers out of my hair to hold my jaw for his lips to kiss mine. I don't allow him to take the kiss anywhere because I hadn't brushed my teeth yet. "No," he whines when I refused to deepen the kiss and instead I got out of bed. "Don't get distracted, Harry. Liam needs us today," I reminded him, walking into the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face.

I changed into proper clothes instead of the ones I had slept in that was still on the bedroom floor. Harry was sitting on the edge of the bed, watching me get ready and I soon realise he was waiting for me to finish. "Madeleine, we need to talk about something before we leave this room," Harry announces hesitantly, nervousness flashing across his eyes as he plays with the cross chain on his chest.

I walked closer to Harry, standing in front of him and he parts his legs for me to stand in between them. "Yes?" I replied, sliding my hands around his neck and my fingers mindlessly played with the curls at the back of his head.  Harry's hand falls and they land on my hips, tugging me slightly closer to him.

"How do I keep you here?" Harry wonders out loud with a defeated look, his thumbs on my hips moving back and forth as he always does. "What do you mean?" I worriedly asked, surprised by the question and triggered by the worry in his eyes. I can't describe it but there's a specific look in those green eyes when he's thinking too much and right now, I'm getting that look.

"Maxon and I need to go get Liam and I need you and Zayn to stay here," Harry states. "Why?" I questioned immediately. He knows I couldn't handle this, right? Harry sighs and leans forward in mine, eyes fluttering close, nose nudging mine. "I need you to be safe, I'll be so much better off going if I know you're here safely with Zayn," he reveals.

"Yes, but I can help! It's not up to you to decide if I should go or not, Harry," I argued and he nods his head, agreeing with me. "I know you can help, Madeleine and I know that but can you please think of the roles reversed? Please understand where I'm coming from," he requests, face softening at me.

"And Roosten is staying here. We'll set him free after Liam is with us again. I need you and Zayn to watch over him. Plus, we need someone here to call for backup if we need it."

"Backup?"

"Draven...he can help us," Harry confesses with a sigh and my eyes widen, expecting that the least. "But only if we need it. We're thinking this was some amateur work but if we're wrong then you'll be the first person I call," he continues with a shoulder shrug.

"So I'm your secret plan B that's better than plan A?" I phrased.
Harry laughs, nodding his head.
"Yes, baby," he slides his hand on my neck to pull me down for a short kiss. "Have we come to an agreement?" He speaks against my lips, I could still feel his smile against mine. "I don't like this but I trust you and we need Liam back so yes," I gave in, rolling my eyes that he got me to understand him so easily.

"Good. And we got this, baby. Nothing can go wrong," his hands slid down my body and slipped between my fingers, locking our hands together. Harry stands, looking down at me to reassure himself of something that I wasn't sure of. Then we walked out of our hotel room and into the room two doors away.

Harry knocks on the door and someone opens it a second later, allowing us to walk inside Zayn's room. "Hey guys, sorry for being late, I was doing things," Harry announces as he walks in. I followed, and my eyes fall on the man strapped to the chair, unconscious and shirtless in the middle of the room.

"Hi, I'm things," I mumbled, hesitantly taking my eyes off him and plastering a smile across my face."Great! Happy we've got that established!" Zayn brushes off, clasping his hands together. Maxon only shakes his head and I could feel my cheeks heating up when I realised what I just said. Oops?

"I have both of you connected to the laptop so at all times we're going to know your location. Just keep your shoes on," Zayn states, looking at Max and Harry. "Shoes?" I questioned and Harry explains," the tracker is in our shoes. Zayn's idea."

Oh.

Maxon and Harry shared a look and I could feel my intestines beginning to tangle, that bad feeling rising. "Harry, it's time to go," he announces. Instead of going, Harry turns to me and pulls me into his chest, wrapping his arms around my shoulders in a quick hug.

As he releases me, his lips pressed a soft his on my temple. A much needed hug. "I love you," he whispers, looking into my eyes. "And I love you," I returned, rising on my tippy toes to kiss his forehead too.

I walked to Maxon, giving him a tight hug and he hugs me back even tighter. "Bring Liam home, okay?" I say and he nods his head. Maxon slips his fingers between mine as I was about to walk away, silently saying we weren't done yet. "Maddie, when Liam is back and the five of us are at home, I'm going to propose," Maxon reveals.

Holy shit.

At first, shock hits me but then I'm beaming with a smile and pulling Maxon into an excited hug, feeling nothing but happiness for him. "I can't wait for him to say yes," I cheered, unable to wipe the smile off my face and it made Maxon smile too. Which I knew was hard since Liam wasn't here.

"Thank you, sis." Maxon walks to Harry, grabbing a bag that was on the bed and hooking it on his shoulder. "Let's go," he says and neither of them looks back or say another goodbye, they just walk out the door and it shuts behind them. It's fine, Madeleine. Everything is going to be fine.

"You know, Liam is actually really smart. This tracker has a button that if you press down on it, turns red on the map. Sort of like a signal that they need help," Zayn breaks the silence that hovered for a few minutes after they left. I turned around, finally breaking eye contact with the door to see him staring at the screen with fascination.

I'm hoping that the green dots on the map never turns red.

"So, what are we going to do?" Zayn turns around," Harry gave me strict instructions that we can't get high again so I assume drunk is also out of that question," he sighs, boredom on his face as he scans the room. "We should pack our bags and get ready to leave when Liam is back. Don't think it would be safe to stay here if they piss anyone off," I decided.

"Yeah, good idea," Zayn begins to walk around the room, gathering his things to put into his duffle bag. I slid my phone out of my pocket and dropped it on the bed, staring at the contact before I finally decided to press call. I'm confused as to if I should feel happy or scared when she answers the phone right after the first ring.

"Hey, Daphne," I awkwardly say, looking around the room nervously. "Where the fuck are you?" She screams into the phone. I winced, pulling my ear away from the phone for a second. "In a hotel," I answered honestly. "What the hell was that last night? I feel like I should buy myself a congratulations cake for being alive right now," she huffs and I couldn't help but agree with her.

"Is everyone else okay?" I worriedly asked, refusing to think that something happened to them after the Tipsy. "Yes. We all went back to Mitch's and emptied his bottle of tequila," she answers and I let out a sigh of relief. "Now answer me, Mads. Everyone else wanted to get the hell away from that club but you wanted to stay. Why is that?"

For a moment I thought about answering her but that would lead to an hour long conversation we shouldn't have over the phone anyway. "It's complicated, Daphne," I sighed, knowing she's going to hate me for being so closed off.

"Help me out a little bit, please? I know you can handle yourself but I'm worried that Harry and this life you're starting with him isn't a healthy one. I don't want you in danger, Mads," Daphne pleads.

"Harry isn't the only reason, Daph. I'm with my brother who is madly in love with Harry's best friend, Liam. Also, I've reunited with a friend from the town I grew up in and he's staying with us too," I confessed, feeling happiness bloom that all of these coincidences wrapped into one happened.

"Holy fuck..." she whispers, probably wrapping her head around what I just blurted out and I'm surprised she didn't ask me to repeat it. "I'm happy for you, Mads. I am. If I tell you to be safe will you actually listen to me, please?" She requests. "I will, I promise. Everything will go back to normal soon," I assured her. Well, that was partly a lie. We'll be at a new normal with Harry, Maxon, Zayn and Liam.

"Okay, Mads. Okay. Just come home soon, yeah? I want to meet these boys you've been spending time with," she tells me and I smiled, loving the idea of that. "Soon," I agreed and we said our goodbyes and Daphne promised to let the others know I weren't dead or something.

I sat up on the bed, my eyes falling on Roosten that was still unconscious and I hope he'd remained that way until Harry and the other two comes back. I'm also hoping that this is the last time something like this happens.

Zayn remains in that room and I go over to Harry and I's to pack up the rooms after the mess we made getting ready to go to Tipsy and the mess we made after it. When an hour passed, I was close to sweeping and mopping the entire hotel building just to pull my mind away from thinking about the bad outcomes Harry and Maxon could face.

"You're going to sink the damn floor if you keep pacing like that," Zayn warns, pointing out how much I've been walking across the room anxiously. "Shut up. They're supposed to be here, why aren't they here by now?" I questioned worriedly, nibbling on the end of my thumb fingernail.

"Maddie, stop. They're probably buying ice cream or something," he pushes off the bed and snaps my hand away from my mouth. He's right, yeah. The dots still haven't turned red so that must be a good sign.

Or is it? Three heavy knocks on the door draw our attention quickly. It even managed to wake Roosten from his sleep because he starts moving on the chair but my main attention was opening that door.

Realizing that it could be Harry, I bolted to the door, ignoring everything else and twisted it open, eager to see my sunshine. My body's reaction to him returning would be to rush into his arms but when he isn't there, my face falls and I swear my heart stopped working. Where's my sunshine?

"W-Where's Harry?"

I know you guys are probably angry with me because of this ending and I should probably hide but I just want to thank you for twenty three thousand reads!! As my peace offering, I'll be posting another chapter later this week:)

Given this chapter ending, I think the perfect reminder would be that the end is five chapters away. Cry with me:(