Lights up and they know who you are
Know who you are
Do you know who you are?

"Do you have to go?" He asks in a silent protest. My attention was mostly on his finger drawing imaginary circles on the back of my hand. "Yeah, Mitch needs me," I mumbled, slowly starting to change my mind against going. "But you smoked with me today. It's dangerous to smoke and drive, you know?" Harry uses random things to convince me to stay home with him.

I found it amusing mixed with adorable. "That was hours ago so I'll be fine," I say and finally took the initiative to leave. His loose hold turns tighter. I glared at him, silently demanding that he lets me go. With a huff, he drops my hand and I grabbed my bag. "Don't burn down the apartment!" I say as I walked to the door. "That only happened once," I hear Harry mumbled defensively. I turn around gaping. Harry stiffens, realizing that I heard him clearly. Then he relaxes as a lightbulb turns on in his head. "How about you stay and I tell you how I burnt Jay's and I apartment?" He cheekily asks.

Why is he so freaking cute?

Why couldn't he be ugly with a pot belly or something?

Don't get me wrong, every single body is beautiful but Harry is exactly my type and I realize it the more we spend time together. The only thing that kept me from ignoring my feelings, besides resurfacing memories, was Titanic. Those two fell in love in less than four days so I chose to not bother. "Nice try, Henry," I congratulated. The last thing I saw was him pouting as I shut the door.

The sun is starting to drag itself lower, dimming and tinting everything orange at the same time. The stupid red car patiently waited to drive me crazy. Today it won. I spent ten minutes getting the idiotic car to work. Now that I thought about it, this car really reminded me of Mr. Styles. They both go miles to piss me the hell off. An additional seven minutes were added because of traffic. I arrived at the small parking lot behind Daphne's store where Mitch was waiting for me. He leaned against the wall, ankles crossed and keys swinging around his finger.

"Hey, sorry I'm late. Not my fault," I apologized as I shut the stupid car door the hardest I could've. "You're on time. There's been a change of plans," Mitch enlightens and I wait for him to continue. "The last one we did was at pickup so he thinks it's going to happen again. So he hired someone from the office to meet the driver halfway and he'll take the stuff. You know how dad overworks people so I told the guy that I'll handle it once they don't say anything," Mitch smirks proudly at his plan.

We had no worries about his father finding out about this because he's been trying to keep it on the low as possible. We haven't been caught yet. Who expected someone so smart to be so dumb at the same time? Once again, like Styles and the car. "So we just drive the van to your place instead of his?" I summarized. "Yup. It's a normal van, easy to blend in," he confirms and nods his head in the direction of the van in the parking lot.

Guess this is going to take less time than expected. Well, that brightens my mood.

"Okay, let's go. I need to get home," I sighed. Mitch pushes off the wall and we walk to the van that he unlocks when we're near.

- ♤ -

Today was a good day.

Was it incredible? No. But things were easier so that made it a good day. Mitch and I separated after Daphne dragged all the boxes to the basement. My car cooperated with me on the drive home, shocking. I know. I knocked on the door and seconds later, Harry throws open the door.

He smiles widely and held my shoulders so he could pull me into his chest. Harry wraps his arms around my waist. "What are you doing?" I awkwardly asked and held back from moaning at how good it felt to be held by Harry like this. Perfectly. I fit perfectly in his arms and it took more than I could muster to hold back from hugging him. "I'm proud of myself and so I needed a hug," he answered. Finally, I snapped and loosely placed my hands on his back. For a moment we stood there, holding each other- well, more like him holding me while I reveled in everything Harry.

Closer.

I wanted closer but Harry had an injury.

"Okay," I broke the comfortable silence and we pull apart. Harry shuts the door and the moment I fully walked into my apartment, my feet rooted to the ground. My eyes studied everything on the kitchen countertop and on the small dining table I had.

Groceries and clothes?

"Harry," I said warningly," What's this?"

"I asked Jay if it was possible to get milk from the store without leaving the house and he explained technology shopping," Harry explained. My eyebrows furrowed and I replayed his words in my head. "Do you mean online shopping?" I wondered. "Yeah, yeah that!" He beams with a smile.

I shake my head in disbelief and finally strolled into the kitchen. "I thought no one could know where you are?" I recalled. "I left the money in the mailbox and told them to leave the stuff by the door," he answers. Everything on the table was in different shades of black. The lightest color was probably dark grey. "Clothes?" I questioned, picking up a hoodie. "Yeah, the aim red place sells clothes also," he says smugly.

"Do you mean Target?"

"That's what I said."

Maybe not telling Mads that my father wanted to speak to me an hour after our little mission wasn't a good idea. She would've helped me made the better decision, go or don't. Here I am, standing in front of his office's door wondering if this was the smarter decision.

I took a deep breath and exhaled before opening the door. He had missed his last hair appointment which allowed the powder white hair strands more visible. Previously, his aged eyes were on the papers on his desk. Now he looks at the leather chair just waiting for my ass to warm it up. "Take a seat," Father ordered as if I was going to stand there all night. Mentally, I rolled my eyes and flopped down on the chair just the way he hated. Slouched, legs apart, hand on thigh and the other crossed behind my head.

"Now is not the time to be playing with me, Mitchell," he advised, looking at me through his lowered brows. "Told you to stop calling me that. It's Mitch," I corrected him like every other time. You'd think I'd drop it by now but he really pisses me off when he adds the three unnecessary letters. Why can't he understand that Mitchell isn't spicy enough for me? You need to look the part you know, and when I think of Mitchell I think of a random idiot playing guitar in a worthless band.

So boring.

Mitch though.

Mitch drives the ladies wild.

"If I wanted to call you Mitch I'd make sure it's on your birth certificate first," father snapped. Heavily, I exhaled through my nose. "Why am I here?" I changed the topic with a bored look on my face. Father drops the pen and it rolls down the table, stopping a second from falling on the floor. The chair makes a weird noise as he leans back, his hands placed on the armrest. I'm growing nervous as he stares at me, trying to calculate something. When he looks at me like that, it's hard not to cower away. No matter how old I am, he's still trying to control everything.

"I'm sure you're aware of the recent incidents where somehow, my deliveries are stolen. Sometimes on transportation, pick up-" Dad pauses, his crusty lip pulled into a wicked smirk. Pretty sure he had torn his lip but I couldn't focus on that since his next words literally shook me to the core with fear. "Oh wait, you already know the details also," He continues, chuckling at the end.

He knows.

"Shit."

"Yeah. Shit," he mocked.

"I can explain! I was going to-"

"I'm talking now! You thought you're brave enough and that I won't throw your punk ass behind bars for stealing months of supplies!? Do you know how much money I had to waste because of you? And if you think I'm going to let this go easily, you're so wrong. How do you look in orange, Mitchy? Or is it not emo enough for you?"

Please, he wishes. I look sexy in orange.

Not the time, Mini Mitch.

"And even better, your little accomplice is right next to you," he added before I can reply. That's when the seriousness of the situation sinks in and instead of falling apart, the rage empowers all other options. Daphne and Mads cannot do down with me. That's the one promise to them I take seriously.

So now, I need to keep that promise.

"No, no! You can't do that!" I stood from the chair and slammed my hands on the table, leaning over so we're closer. "This is all your fault though. I've tried to reason with you for months before starting the clinic and you're stubborn just like Jeffrey," I happily reminded him. Certainly, he wasn't pleased with the way I spat the name of his other son. "Leave your brother out of this. He's not the grown man running around like a teenager!" Shouts the man crushing my dreams. "Step brother," I corrected, exhaling heavily through my nose.

"And I'm more of a good man than you'll ever be. Tell me how isn't your fault innocent people are dying because you refuse to treat them?" I accused. His eyes dropped, ashamed as he should be. "It's a good place, dad. Please don't stop me," my voice was firm and demanding. He remains silent and I continue to say everything that makes him reason with me," what can I do? You should be glad it isn't some other doctor trying to get at you. And everything I took was used for others because I'm not selfish."

My father drags his eyes from his lap, to the desk, my arms, and then finally my eyes. when they met, he calls his price. "Three million dollars," He answered. My arms bent out of shock, I wasn't exactly expecting an actual price. All of my money goes to the clinic beside every other basic need like rent, bills, food. Rarely, I save money. "The reason why I robbed you was because I don't have three million dollars," I spat. We stole more than three million worth of supplies over the years.

So I should be relieved.

"Figure it out or I'll have the cops knocking on your door by Monday," father smiles but we both know he's enjoying torturing me. He knows I'm broke as hell because I refused to take money from him after high school. "One million," I bargained. His face twists, already telling me he was going to disagree. "Please! I'll work with you and move back in," I continued hopefully. After high school, I cut most ties with my family. I wanted to grow and earn my name by myself. I didn't want my father to be the reason I had money in the bank. For the past five years, he's been trying to get me to work with him and since I moved out of his mansion, he's been begging me to come back.

For a bit he thought of it, slowly killing me with suspense. "Two million and I'll give you a reduced amount of whatever you want for your pretend hospital," Father compromised, shocking me fully that my lips parted and I was momentarily speechless. "Clinic. It's called my clinic," I corrected eventually. "Why are you doing this?" the words softly spilled off my tongue. His black irises rolled," because I'm actually a good person, believe it or not."

Disagree.

But I'm not complaining.

Most people come to the clinic after midnight, that's when the bad things happen. I'm sure the others could check up on them during the day while I'm working. If he wants me that badly after realizing I'm a good doctor, I could probably gain some money out of it. "Deal," I sighed and held my hand out for him to shake. His dry desert hand met with mine and we sealed the deal with a shake. "One problem," I began. Well, there are actually two. Where the hell am I going to get two million dollars? "And that is?" He broadly asks.

"I don't look good in blue or white."

Yes. This is who I stan. This is the love of my life. What are you going to do about it?

Exactly. Nothing.

Because we're all obsessed with him.

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