I'm going to hate every single bit of this.

Gemma stares at me, clearly confused as we stand outside of Tomlinson's repair shop.

Walking into the scent of burnt oil, my eyes looked around the open garage with two work-in-progress cars. The back is completely closed off, tinted glass kept whatever is on the other side hidden. A single door is in the middle and just my luck, it flies open.

Exactly who I am looking for storms through, dirty grey overall covers most of his body. A wrench in his hand reminded me of a greater time when I shoved one of those down a scumbag's throat.

"Get out," Louis spits, venom laced in his tone. "What ever happened to friendly customer service?" I innocently wondered with a grin that pisses him off even more. You're doing a great job, Harry.

"Probably thrown out the damn closet as you did me," he fires back. "Harry!" my sister shouts my name with a scolding tone and I winced. Should've left her in the damn car.

"This is my place, you can't fuck with me here," Louis so pleasantly reminded me. "You know, I can see what Esrin saw in Zayn but I don't know what she ever saw in you," he snaps.

If he tried to hurt me that one, he failed miserably because I know I'm better than Zayn. Be nice, Harry. Treat people with kindness, Harry. We don't want angry Rin.

"This has nothing to do with her," I gritted through my teeth, attempting to fuse the short temper circuit. Now I know I definitely got that from daddy dearest.

"I'm actually here to apologise for what happened yesterday," I confessed.

"You mean when you caught me kissing a guy and blackmailed me into coming to your house just so you can out me to my friend?" Louis summarizes.

"Harry!" Gemma scolds again, the pitch in her voice high. "Mhm, that," I confirmed to Louis. he laughs, reaching over to grab a wet towel to wipe the oil off his hands.

"I mean it. I'm...sorry," seems like only Rin can get me to say that word," it wasn't my best hour...or two."

Louis blankly stares at me, not buying my heartfelt apology. "I am a changed man," I added and his eyebrow shoots up as if to say really?

"Look mate, I'm just here to apologise. What was going on between R-Esrin and I had nothing to do with you but I caught you and wanted to use it to my advantage. It's wrong, I know that," I finally say the apology that I've been practising since yesterday.

Louis scoffs. "How about you stop going around saying shit that isn't yours to say?" he plainly tells me. "Deal," I stated, meaning every word of that.

The tension in his shoulders vanishes along with the anger viewed across his face.

"Who's this?" Louis tips his head up, his blue eyes finally drinking in Gemma for the first time.

"Don't look at my sister like that," I huffed, rolling my eyes at him. Louis eyes flicked back to me, amusement swimming through them.

"I'm gay, mate," he states, there's an uncontrollable smile on his face as he does, and a feeling blooms in my chest. I'm...proud?

"Whatever, Harry. Let's go," Gemma interjects. "Oh, finally!" Louis throws his hands up in celebration. My jaw ticked, flashes of snapping his hands off the bones on my mind.

This is Rin's friend, Harry. Behave.

I definitely wasn't proud, this idiot is an idiot. That doesn't even make sense, Harry!

"So...apology forgiven right?" I checked with Louis and he laughs. "Nice try though, now get out of my shop," he orders.

I groaned miserably, knowing that this certainly didn't go as planned.

Apologising to Louis was something that was on my small list of things that I came up with in my plan for her to forgive me. Or at least, speed up the process.

After Rin left yesterday, there were two realizations that came into the spotlight that was lurking around in the darkness of my mind.

Firstly, the fact that trusting Rin again after I tasted betrayal from her hands will be easier than it should be.

Secondly, the reason for that happened to be that there is no one for me before or after Esrin Sage.

I'm a selfish bastard, I don't want her with anyone else but me. All at the same time, she deserves the fucking best that this world can offer. That woman is a museum filled with art.

So I am willing to multitask. Trusting her again while trying for her to do the same. I don't want her to slip away from my fingers. I'll breathe my last breath before that ever happens.

She and I were like a lurking cloud. One that hovered over us, simply building until the downpour of inevitable rain. Now, it's raining and there's no fucking way I will let it stop.

Reluctantly, Gemma and I return to the car and I barely look at her though from the corner of my vision I could practically see a million questions hovering over her head.

She waits all of the three seconds it took for me to get onto the road before spilling her thoughts.

"what the hell was that about, Harry?" she fumes, a very displeased look on her face. "Drop it and don't worry about it," my voice is harsh enough that she listens and switches to a better question, one I refused to answer for the past thirty minutes.

"Will you ever tell me the reason why you demanded to pick me up?" she questions. "I swear to fucking God if you're taking me back to that insane asylum-"

"I'm not," I cut her off, her features at ease in relief. "So then what is it?" Gemma demands and the words are all mushy and soupy in my head that I can't form sentences to say.

"Harry," her warning tone scares me, if worry and anger mixing isn't well with me, I'm sure it isn't well for her.

"Would putting a gun to your head make you talk any faster?" She bluntly asks, her eyebrow hiked in an arch.

Air fills my lungs more than it did my last breath, still overwhelmed and unused to my sister talking like this.

To be fair, what happened four years ago changed us completely. The broken pieces of my heart decorate with another crack at the reminder that we never knew what actually happened.

The both of us separately attempted to find out the truth and drew our own conclusions but yet, both of us combined couldn't put the depths of the picture together.

"I found out something," I finally say, swallowing with a struggle in an attempt to rid the dryness of my throat.

"Such as?" Gemma urges me to go on and when I don't, she continues," did you find out that you won the lottery, or are you shit at telling people stuff?"

"Uh...neither?"

"Harry!" She shouts my name with frustration.

Which should I start with? The fact that we were never really orphans but rather disguised as one or the fact that our father isn't as dead as we thought?

"Mom and dad, they are our biological parents," I sighed the words.

"Biological," Gemma repeats the word emphasizing each syllable. "Yes, biological," I confirmed in the same tone as before.

"That...that actually makes a lot of sense," she whispers, probably realising all of the clues they had left behind like I did.

"That isn't the craziest thing on earth...how did you find out?" I, of course, ignore her question because she really isn't Rin's favourite fan right now.

"Why would they keep something like this from us, Gemma? After everything," my hand tightens on the steering wheel as the hurt in my voice tightens my throat.

"Harry, so what? They still came back for us," she points out," mom and dad never claimed to be good parents, they did their best and that was enough."

"So why not tell us?"

"Maybe they didn't want us to hate them? Most of our lives they were gone so maybe they just wanted to have better use of the new time?" she rambles on with her maybes.

"Why do you sound like you knew all of this before?" the vile taste of betrayal is something I cannot experience again.

"I didn't, I promise. I'd never keep something like that from you," she defends and for the sake of my well-being, I choose to believe her.

"Harry, dad is gone. Let's try to remember him the way we knew him," she speaks. My hands tightened around the steering wheel. "That's not exactly the truth," I barely recognise the sound of my own voice.

"Fucking God," from the corner of my eyes I see her face buries in her hands and then she slides them down her face," what else is there?"

Time for surprise behind door number two.

"The picture with Rin and dad hugging was three days after they found his body in TwistBerry lake," I confessed, the weight on my chest vanishing as I do.

"What in the Will fucking Byers," Gemma groans, sinking further down in the seat, her black painted nails disappearing in her hair.

"And where did you dawn upon this crazy realization?" she sighs the words.

"Esrin," I said her name, and Gemma scoffs, rolling her eyes- the exact combination I'd do. "Of course she did, she's just messing all of this up just like her fucking father," she spat.

My jaw ticks, not liking the way she speaks. "Her father didn't mess anything up. He saved him..."

"Saved him? He was one of them that planned to fucking kill him and take everything that we had!" she shouts at me.

"Maybe? Maybe he did or not but there's also a high possibility from the explanation of that picture that he helped dad escape instead," I argued.

Gemma takes a deep breath, her head turning to the other side to peer out the window as houses blink past on the drive.

"Let me get this straight. You think dad is alive," she grasps together, the both of us keeping our eyes outside of this car.

"I don't know what to think," I truthfully answered though my mind wavers towards yes the longer I think.

"I refuse to believe this until I find out for myself," Gemma insists and I didn't expect anything less from her. "Just...don't hurt anyone," I vaguely put it, swinging left into my street.

"You mean don't hurt her family," she figures me out and I glanced over at her, my eyes screaming yes. "She better be one damn special girl to have you hooked like this," she mutters, distaste in her tone.

"She is. Never was anything less and forever will be."

Standing in the middle of my office nearing my lunch break is Harry.

He stands, rocking back and forth on his heels, dressed in a grey shirt halfway tucked into tight black pants paired with brown boots.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, closing my laptop.

"Two reasons. Firstly, I thought I'd bring you lunch," he wiggles the brown bag and places it on my desk.

Coincidentally, today was one of the days when Louis, Seth and I planned to eat together in the cafeteria. Louis and Seth would always buy something for the three of us and we'd eat together. I don't have that anymore.

"Secondly, I talked with Zayn about using the grand hall at Hotel Affair for the Christmas party," he reveals.

"You did?" I asked, dumbfounded because that was a joke yesterday morning, I'd just said that to get the reaction out of him.

"Yup, he said the switch would be perfect," a pleased smile wears on his face. "It will be great for business."

"Anyway," he slides onto another item he probably wished to accomplish in his visit today. "What are you doing this weekend?" He wonders innocently.

"Harry, would you like me to define the word space for you?" My head tilts to the side on question. Harry cringes a little at the word he loves so much. "No!" He blurts out, shoulders sinking and a loud sigh follows.

"I know it's going to take a while for you to truly forgive me and to trust me again. I don't mind being at your side while you do that," Harry states simply.

Then, a sneaky smirk I know all too well appears on his face. "Or on top," he casually added, eyes darkening. "Or under."

"Do you think I'm that easy?" My eyes narrowed at him as I asked. "I'm hoping you'll make an exception for me," Harry reveals.

"Please? Just you and me somewhere this weekend?" He offers that very tempting offer. However, with the change of venue for the upcoming Christmas party, I'll have extra work needing to be done.

"I thought it ended well yesterday. I thought we were going to be okay," Harry murmurs, confused.

"It did until tulips were waiting for me outside," I flatly tell him and watched as Harry's face completely changes in the span of a second. "What?" I repeated. I asked, completely taken aback by the smile he currently wears.

"You told me about the flowers, you didn't keep it to yourself," he points out. I blinked, only then realising that he was right.

"That's not important," I stated, lying through my teeth. "It is for me," he disagrees, still smiling.

"Did you know the flowers were there then?" I asked, reading into his reaction. "No, I didn't. It's the first time you received since..."

"Someone broke into my car at the gym, I think," I say, eyebrows knitting together as I try to recall correctly. All of the times I've found those tulips are jumbled in my mind.

"Oh," Harry says. A moment of silence passes and he quickly catches on, changing the topic after realizing I wasn't continuing this one.

"So," he draws out the word, rocking back and forth on his heels again," this weekend?"

"No."

"Is there anything I can do to change your mind?" He wonders, little did he know that I wanted to spend the weekend with him and every day after that but self-restraint ties me down.

"No," my voice is soft in denial. "I'll let you do whatever you want. Hit me, scream at me, get revenge. Whatever it takes for you to forgive me."

"Harry, I have to get back to work," I sighed the words. "Fine," he finally gives up and spins around to leave. At the door, he pauses and turns around again.

"Oh, tell your new roommate Lennie I've said hello," he winks at me before disappearing behind the door. That was his lovely way of saying that he's found out about my new living arrangements.

I watched him leave.

My tongue peaks out as I'm deep in thought, tracing over the stained red lipstick.

What I want and what I shouldn't do are the same thing.

I want to be with Harry but I shouldn't.

Usually, restraining something or someone is easy but when it comes to Harry, that restraint is weak.

He owns the side of me that only he has special access to. Most of the time, what I want is hidden away but with him, it's in natural light.

After my lunch break, Zayn requests me in his office to talk about Hotel Affair, stating that he'd already spoken to Seth and Louis about it.

On the way back to my office, Louis barely looks at me as we cross paths. His hands were shoved into the front pockets of his dress pants.

Speaking of him, he wasn't at work yesterday and this morning, relief surged through me when I saw a sticky note on my desk. Reading the lame note he'd written, the feeling plummets.

Be happy
-l.T

Still a good note but lacked everything he usually puts into them.

The rest of the day simply rolls by, I managed to accomplish a lot in a few hours. That leaves a little to be done over the weekend even though it costs me a storming headache between my eyes.

The elevator door parts and I walk out, smiling at the workers and security that I pass along the way.

Walking outside to the employee parking space that's at the side, a vehicle speeds past me, driving extra close to the edge of the road.

My head snaps up, and my heart nearly plummeted out of my chest when I noticed the vehicle.

It's the one that I'm supposed to be driving.

At a single glance at the number plate, it confirms that it's definitely my Jeep.

"Hey!" I shouted to absolutely nothing, grabbing a tight hold of the items I hold that almost slipped out of my hands.

I was near sprinting off in these high heels because I definitely could when a car screeched, coming to a sudden halt in front of me and the passenger side door flies open.

"Get in!" an oddly familiar voice shouts, I was too busy staring at my escaping Jeep to put a face to the voice. "Rin, get in now!" Impatiently, he shouts again. Harry?

Ducking, I see Harry in the driver's seat, his eyes pinned on my Jeep with a panicked look highlighting his features. Without another thought and for the sake of my Jeep, I slid into his car.

The second I am in, Harry pulls off the side and speeds in the direction of the white speeding Jeep before I could even close the door properly.

"Seatbelt."

I don't listen to him, too focused on the panic that someone stole my car. "Seatbelt, Rin!" Harry shouts and my body snaps away, grabbing the belt, crossing it and clicking it into the lock.

Right after, my back flies against the seat as Harry takes off, matching the speed of whoever is in control of my Jeep. All of my things are dumped on my lap, thinking quickly I grab my bag and begin to search for my keys.

"Rin," Harry calls and I hummed in reply, too busy scouring through my purse since I'm still in denial. "Remember when you wouldn't spend the weekend with me?" he murmurs, eyes still caught on the road.

Only then I'd notice that he stopped speeding, actually following the limit now. "Yeah," I confusedly answered, the word coming out in a question.

"Remember when I really wanted you to," he continues. "Yes," I sighed, wondering where he was going with this. "And do you remember that I'm a very insisting man?" he turns his head, looking at me curiously though around the edges I see nervousness.

"Harry," I draw his name out with a warning tone," what did you do?"

"I may or may not have told Zayn to have you in a meeting after I left and I may or may not have told Louis to steal your keys from your office," he blurts out, my eyes rounding from his confession.

What?

"Harry!" I shouted in a scolding tone, almost baffled at how crazy this is. "Jesus, you and Gemma..." he mutters under his breath.

"Who is driving my Jeep?"

"Louis, who is driving it to my house where Niall will secure it in the garage for the rest of the weekend," he states, tapping his fingers against the wheel

"Louis? How did you get Louis into this?" I asked. After Wednesday, I'd say that's the most absurd thing to have happened soon. "Well, being the great person that I am, I apologized. Took him approximately a day to warm up to the Harry charm," his eyebrows wiggled on his face.

I don't buy that one bit. Okay, maybe I do a little but not completely. Louis holds grudges for a little while which is why I'm still being ignored.

"Did you threaten him?" I suspiciously wondered. He darts his eyes at me and then away. "He was excited to repaint my car- he didn't know it was mine at first- and I may have reminded him that I could find someone else to do it," Harry shrugs his shoulders.

"Harry!" I shouted his name again, and his eyes met mine again for a brief second, a smirk tugging a corner of his lips.

"Babe, if you need a reason to scream my name, I'm happy to give you one," Harry says, his hand leaving the bottom of the wheel to land on my thigh.

I swat it away, huffing and tightly crossed my arms over my chest. His sneaky eyes dropped to my chest, specifically at the cleavage.

"Eyes on the road," I snapped, wanting to pull down my shirt even more just to screw with him a little more.

"Here is the deal. At least spend the rest of the day with me and after, if you really want to, I'll take you home," Harry offers.

Why am I fighting this when I truly don't really want to?

"Promise?" I asked, cautiously looking over at him.

"Heart promise," he puts his hand in the middle, his pinky is the only one standing.

I was about to threaten that I'd walk all the way back myself if he was tricking me but when Harry heart promises, I believed him.

"Fine," I huffed, interlocking our pinkies. Harry brings it to his chest and then to his lips for a quick kiss before I pull away my hand.

"Where are we going?" I sighed the words. He flashes me a smile, one that I wanted to smack off his face and then kiss it better.

"It's a surprise." Oh, I hate this even more.

Huffing, I turned more to the window and simply stared as he continues to drive. The cities and buildings soon turned into trees. Interesting.

Eventually, he managed to lure me back into speaking terms by switching on a song and like a siren, he captivates me with his voice as he sings the words.

A specific high note he hits and his hand shot out in front of me, fingers wiggling as if to tell me to interlock mine with his.

"Come on, Rin. I'm not looking away until you hold my hand," he warns playfully, still looking directly at me with only one hand keeping the car straight ahead.

I look at the road, seeing an upcoming narrow bend. Giving him what he wants, I slide my fingers through his.

"Yes!" He cheers and focuses back on the road. The back of my palm to his lips and left our hands resting on his thigh.

A few minutes later, we drive past a quick shop.

One Harry and I had gone to for rum when we stayed at his beach house after Fin's birthday.

"I know where we're going," I realised and Harry glances at me," really?"

"The beach house," I stated, my voice slightly unsure but there couldn't have been another explanation.

"Damn it," Harry groans, his hand that's still occupied with mine squeezes."Figured you would eventually," he composes, shrugging his shoulders.

Proving me even more correct, his car enters the familiar driveway. "We're here," he states the obvious, killing the engine and our seatbelts click together as we released them.

Harry leads us through the side of the house, entering through the back where he inserts a key into the lock.

He kicks off his shoes, putting them neatly next to each other. My palm was flat against the wall and I leaned down to undo the strap around my ankles to take off my heels.

Harry drops the bags and rushes over, saying a quiet," let me," before he bends down.

The position takes my breath away, him on one knee the exact way one would do if they are about to...

Gentle hands around my ankles, he takes my foot on his upper leg to undo the straps. The heels slide away, my foot back on the ground and relief hums through me.

He repeats it with the next foot, taking off my high heel and lastly, he presses a kiss to the side of my calf. A quick one that I would've missed if I wasn't so tuned into everything this man does.

Harry grabs the bags and headed up the stairs next to the kitchen, leaving me alone downstairs.

The house is exactly the same as it was. If I'm honest, I want to be here and I don't know what to think about that realization.

A minute later, Harry thumps down the stairs whistling a tune and heads straight into the kitchen, grabbing an apron from the hook and he ties it around his waist.

Firstly, he starts his music playing low throughout the open house. He moves towards the steady beat while moving around the kitchen gathering all of his ingredients.

"Why are we here, Harry?" I asked, leaning against the edge of the island. "We have the entire house all to ourselves on a private location on a beach. Plus, you're with me. What can be more perfect than that?" He flashes me a smile, his eyebrows dancing on his face.

Casually strolling to the fridge that's somehow stocked for a stick of butter, he grabs a Reese's and has at it.

"This might take a while, gonna stand and watch me cook for you?" He wonders, wiping chocolate off the side of his lips after.

"That would be great for you, wouldn't it?"

"Who knows," his eyes fall to my thighs, lingering there before flicking his eyes to my face again," I might end up eating something other than Reese's."

My lips parted, feeling my throat share similarities with a dessert. Quickly, I snap out of it by blinking a few times.

"Nice try," I tell him and then turned around, my feet taking me outside. I don't stop walking until the sun graces my skin, the sand between my toes and the beach ahead.

A slow, constant movement of the evening waves. My eyes fall to where they form, scary and large and as they rush closer, the intimidation falls.

Not sure how long I stayed there, simply watching the waves race to the shallow and crash along the sand, creeping closer to me yet every wave was different from the last.

I feel the burning points on my back, not having to look to know that it's Harry.

"Dinner's ready?" I shouted, feeling cold so I run my hand along my arms to warm myself up. "Dinner's ready," Harry confirms.

I take one last look at the sea and then turned around. He's standing with the wind messing his hair and flowing through his clothes. In his hand is a blanket.

"It's cold this time," he tells me, wrapping the small blanket around my shoulders before pulling me into his side and we walk back to the house together.

Inside, I can already feel myself warming up. Harry takes me to the table that occupies part of the kitchen.

Two plates sit on opposite sides of a circular table- what I can only call the best looking Alfredo pasta. Everything looks absolutely mouth-watering, the delicious sight making my belly grumble on cue.

"The uh toaster burnt the garlic bread," he tells me. "The toaster?" My eyes narrowed suspiciously and he nods his head, hand lifting to push a curl away. The kitchen doesn't have a toaster.

"When did you learn how to cook?" I wondered as I sat down on one side of the table. Harry grabs a bottle of white wine and two wine glasses from the rack.

"Mum would insist Gemma and I help out around the house so we'd be in the kitchen a lot while the chefs cooked," he explains.

"I really wish you could meet her, you know," he shares, uncovering the bottle and pouring it for us both. "She would love you but unfortunately, that can't happen because of...complications," he sighs, referring to his mum's death that followed soon after his dad's.

"That sounds scary..." I admitted about ever meeting his mum if I had the chance.

"What! You probably would love her more than you would ever me," he rambles off denying. My breath hitches in my throat at the mention of the L-word but he doesn't notice.

"Your dad though," he shifts the topic, pausing to whistle," I would say my goodbyes before I met him again." That's right, again because he's already met my dad.

He's the one that took us to the beach for the first time and taught Harry how to ride a bike so we can race in the driveway.

Deciding I can't be tempted by this meal any longer, I twirl a fork right into the middle and slid it into my mouth. The first bite makes my taste buds very happy, my eyes flutter closed and a moan slips out.

"Rin," Harry says with a warning on his tone, his eyes dark when mine have opened again. "So good," is all I say with a cheeky smile, having another fork full.

Harry starts eating as well, taking bigger bites faster than I do. He's definitely a fast eater but a slow talker and I'm the opposite of that.

Halfway through my plate, Harry stirs a topic we know I wouldn't like. "So have you spoken to Liam recently?" He fakes curiosity, bringing the glass to his lips.

My tongue runs along my bottom lip in thought, Harry's eyes tracking the action.

"I haven't. He's tried but I've been ignoring his messages," I answered and it's the full truth, there's no part that I keep hidden.

Harry grins, pleased with my answer. "Let's keep it that way," he hums, reaching for more pasta.

We finished eating, our plates were pushed together on the table. Our wine glasses had been refilled maybe twice, providing the low buzz that I like.

One hand was laying on the table and Harry does the same, brushing his thumb across my knuckles.

"I spoke to Gemma," Harry starts, swirling the wine in his glass. "You did?" I checked, feeling happy that he did.

"She's going to do some more digging, find out what we can," he explains. My eyes widened, remembering the last time I had met Gemma.

Harry picks up on my reaction and quickly assures me," she isn't going to bother your family."

Thank God, the last thing I need is to involve my dad in this. Isn't he already involved, though?

"How do you feel about that?"

Harry let out a shaky breath. "I'm scared. She's better at handling all of this than I am," he reveals.

"Am I a distraction, then?" I wondered after analyzing his words, not sure how to feel about that assumption. Harry shakes his head, denying it.

"No. I need your support, your comfort. Everything is easier when you're around...you're so much more than a simple distraction." Oh.

My bottom lip rolls into my mouth to try and hide the wide smile that stretches my lips but then I don't because I shouldn't hide my smile around him anymore.

The idea of us danced in my mind paired with the talk of space on Wednesday and just like that, the importance of that conversation fades away.

"I wouldn't mind distracting you for a weekend though," I stated with a low tone, the idea of all we can do polluting my mind that it causes a mischievous smile on my face.

"Oh, really?"

I hummed in agreement, flipping my hand around and interlocking our fingers instead. Our eyes fall to our hands and unexpectedly, Harry pulls his away.

Two waring thoughts bounce behind his eyes and it isn't long after, he concludes with a decision.

"I need a shower," Harry announces. Then he stands, the legs of the chair dragging against the floor as he pushes it back.

Provided more space, he steps back, his hands falling on the top button of the grey shirt draped over his shoulders that he'd paired with black slacks.

Harry keeps his gaze locked on mine and a difficult task presents itself when it became hard to maintain eye contact whilst he undid his shirt.

When the shirt is open, Harry turns around and walks out of the room. "You're welcome to join me," is the last thing he adds. At the door, his shirt drops and I hear the zipper of his slacks follow.

Taking a deep breath, I tried to gather the wilting ropes. My hand slides under the cup of the wine glass, bringing the thin rim to my lips.

My resolve crashes to the damn floor.

Tilting my head back, I finished the drink and then pushed my chair back as I stood, less dramatically than Harry.

Like a path of breadcrumbs, he leaves me a trail of clothes to follow. Starting with his shirt at the doorway, his pants occupying a few steps of the staircase and lastly, in front of the last bedroom door upstairs, his boxers.

The door was already opened so I simply walked through. A simple yellow painted room, a sofa against one wall and a wide bed along the other. A blue candle only occupies the bedside table, and a dresser and a vanity occupy opposite the bed.

Between the bed and the dresser is a door leading to the bathroom. My chest tightens as I kept going through that door that's been open.

The sound of water spraying from the shower, meeting the wet floor.

On the bathroom countertop beside the sink is displayed all of Harry's rings he wore a few moments ago.

My feet take me closer and closer until I stand inside the shower.

He's not one bit of surprised to see me here.

Harry stands tall under the water naked, his entire skin glossed with droplets as it pours over his muscles.

One of his hands was flat against the tiled wall and the other very, very occupied.

Hair matted down, sticking to his forehead. My eyes travel down his wet, bare skin. A body made for seduction, it's entirely packed with muscles, that trimmed waist. The tattoos decorating the once blank canvas were probably the icing on the cake.

Lowering to the deep V-line that my tongue wishes to trace, the air turns hotter than originally.

My eyes fall on his hard cock at attention and my lips parted at the sight. His fist moved along his cock leisurely, not stopping on my behalf.

The sound of his voice as he moans awakes every particle of my being and all of me is here and alive for him.

Harry continues fucking his hand, his pace increasing as he nears his quick orgasm.

Gaze locked on me. Everything about this was filthy and erotic. I loved it.

"Like what you see, Rin?" Harry questions through shallow breaths. "No," I lied. Harry smirks, he reads me so well like I'm his favourite book. "Tell me why you're clenching your thighs like that then," he states. I didn't realise I was doing that.

His muscles seized, his abs flexing and the scrunch between his eyebrows appears- that pretty lust drunk face telling me that he was close.

"On your knees," Harry commands and I obey, lowering on the tiles in front of him. Little does he know, I decided to obey because I wanted to but not because of his command.

My knees uncomfortably dug into the floor but I ignore it. Harry grunts, pumping his length fast- the action- the sight mesmerizing.

Fingers sliding into the back of my head for a steady grip, he shoves his wet, hard cock past my parted lips. He doesn't stop until he's lodged at the bag of my throat, a guttural moan echoing in the bathroom from the depths of his chest.

"Fuck, baby," he hums, eyes fluttering open for a lazy gaze to see me staring up at him, watching the beauty.

"Rin," Harry moans my name, surrendering to the edge. Then, he explodes, shooting ropes of white come down the back of my throat and greedily, I take every last drop.

Head tipped back, the muscles in his shoulders vanishing the tension. Harry repeats my name, a soft ghost of a whisper and I continued to watch his beautifully scrunched face.

Pulling away, sliding his softening dick past my lips, come slips from the corner of my mouth to my chin.

"Love it when you remind me of what a fucktoy you are for me," Harry murmurs, his thumb swiping it away only to shove his finger into my mouth.

Swirling my tongue around his thumb and finishing it off with a pop.

Harry's eyes darkened, and I could see the filthy images surfacing through his mind. Does he think this is about him?

His hand grips my arm and tugs me up, my body crashing into his hard chest within a split second. His other hand shoves through my tangled hair, forcing my mouth on his.

Oh, he does. Funny.

My hands slide through his wet hair ripping his lips off mine. Pulling at the roots, another moan topples from his wet lips.

"Hurt me again and I'll leave you faster than I forgave you," I warned with a hard look he noticed through barely opened eyes.

"Yes," he sighs, voice sounding as if he's doused in pleasure. "I fucking worship you, darling."

Three things that I am clear of right now: firstly, I don't think I have fully forgiven him. Secondly, with the severity of trust issues, I don't believe the pretty words he tells me.

Thirdly, I want him and he wants me. Last time I checked, I didn't need to forgive him or believe him in order to fuck him.

"Good."

His hand slides down my sides, grasping my blouse and he flings it off my body. My hands fly up, allowing him to and he abandons it out of the shower.

"This fucking skirt," he curses, fingertips finding the zipper at the side and one swipe later, it becomes loose. Harry holds me as I stepped out of it and it joins my top.

"My pretty girl, all mine," Harry whispers, eyes drinking me in as if he's seeing me half naked for the first time and my skin prickles with tingles under his heated stare.

All at the same time, he kisses my begging lips again and grips my waist. Harry picks me up, my legs wrapped around his middle.

Without breaking the kiss, my hand taps around to find the shower faucet and thankfully I do, stopping the water.

Holding me tightly against him, I marvelled at the feeling of his skin against mine, realising how much I'd missed this.

Harry takes us back to the bedroom, dropping me on the bed and he remains standing at the end, simply looking at me like a meal he couldn't wait to devour.

The low lighting in the room casts shadows on his features, transforming him into an intimidating man. Instead of crawling away, I inch closer.

"Dinner is supposed to be a two-course meal, darling. I'm ready for my dessert."

Oh. The word please sits on my tongue but Harry is going to do all of the begging tonight.

"You want to taste me, Harry?" I somehow composed myself, playfully tilting my head to the side.

"I'm fucking starving for you, sweetheart. Just a little taste will never be enough," Harry corrects.

"Then beg."

His lips parted, taken aback. "I think you're forgetting who's in charge tonight, pretty boy. Let me remind you," I say.

"Esrin Sage," Harry leans over the bed, his face closer to mine," would you make me the happiest fucking man known and let me have your pussy?"

Oh, fuck. Then he draws back and sinks to his knees and draws out the last word that makes me weak.

"Please."

"Since you used the magic word," I granted. Harry makes a low, sharp sound and grabs my knees, dragging me to the edge of the bed.

Hand finding the thin strap of my underwear sitting on my hips, I lift off the bed for him to slide it off and discard it on the floor.

My legs remained closed, hiding not because I felt insecure but because I wanted to torture him a little.

"Open wider," Harry commands with a glare and my body is wired for him that my thighs fall further apart just like that.

"Fuck babe. Having my cock in your mouth makes you wet," Harry dawns upon the realisation, his tongue peaking out to run across his bottom lip.

"You're dripping to the sheets," he murmurs, looking absolutely astonished by the realization. It pisses me off.

"Shut up and put that mouth to use," I snapped, growing impatient.

Harry doesn't listen, instead his eyes flicked up to mine with a smirk tugging a corner of his lips.

"Needy little whore."

My eyes narrowed, ignoring the way between my thighs had gotten wetter.

"I can get myself off better than you can, I'm only being nice," I snapped with impatience. Harry chuckles. "My little liar," he muses.

Not long after my legs hang off his shoulders with my ass at the edge of the mattress.

His lips ghosted over my wet folds, hot breath fanning over them. The first feel of his tongue swiping through my folds drags a loud moan from my lips.

"You taste so fucking good," he murmurs, fully entranced, working his tongue around my clit. "Don't hold back a single sound," Harry orders with stern eyes before burying his face between my legs again.

This time, he wastes no time.

He works his lips, tongue and teeth. Swirling around my clit with his tongue, sucking it into his mouth and letting his teeth graze the sensitive flesh.

"Oh, fuck," my body jolts forward, propped on my elbow after feeling the effects of painful pleasure.

At first, I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of watching and hearing all the things he did to me but clearly, it hadn't taken long for that to be thrown out of the window.

His groan is muffled between my legs, feeling its vibration and Harry only works his tongue faster. My breathing escalates at the hands of the pleasure electrifying through my veins.

The longer his assault stretches, I begin to squirm as the fire within builds. With my head thrown back, eyes shut so tight, producing stars in the darkness.

It only lasts a few seconds, needing to watch him as much as I take air to my lungs.

Memorizing the sight of his face buried between my thighs, hands wrapped around them with his fingers digging into the skin. I'd imagine there will be his handprints on my thighs tomorrow and I'll gladly welcome every mark he places on my body.

Shuddering as he works his relentless tongue over me, my gasps and pants filling the air. No matter how many times my head would tip back, staring at the yellow ceiling or eyes would shut tightly to see those stars- I'd always be rushing back to watch him.

Every time my body writhes uncontrollably, Harry's teeth sink into my clit, arising pain almost as a warning to stay still.

The sting draws a colourful vocabulary from my lips though his tongue makes it all better, supplying my body with more pleasure than before.

Standing backwards at the edge of a precipice with wobbly legs. A gasp fills the room, one I didn't know came from me. Harry slides two fingers inside without resistance, at the perfect angle to hit that spot.

"Harry," I moan his name, fingers tugging at his hair as I feel his lips drag across my inner thigh. Until he bites the skin hard before sucking, soothing the burn.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I panted, eyes screwing shut as he continues to litter his bites around my inner thighs.

"That's it," Harry breathes, fucking his fingers harder. His eyes locked on mine as his head dips again, tongue flicking my clit at the same time he thrusts his fingers in.

Before his eyes, I come undone.

Falling backwards off the precipice.

My legs tighten, trapping his head between them as they begin to shake. Waves of pleasure rock through me, they don't stop crashing and tumbling.

He doesn't stop until I'm squirming away, legs falling
to the bed and my hand pushes his head away.

His tongue swipes along my folds, collecting all of my juices and I thought he has swallowed. He lifts, his body pressing to mine as he hovers above me.

Such a pretty sight. Harry's eyes were so dark I couldn't tell his irises from his pupils, wet lower face, swollen lips and messy hair culprit of my hands.

His grip is hard on my jaw. "Open," he commands and my lips parted.

All of my come that he'd collect on his tongue drips into my mouth as he hovers his opened lips over mine.

Swallowing, humming at the taste of myself, Harry's eyes darkened at the sight. Then his mouth is hard over mine, the moan toppling off my lips vibrating against his.

Never having enough, his tongue spears through my mouth, his hard cock pressing into my stomach, reminding me that this isn't over.

"Good girl," Harry praises when we pull away, his hand sliding down my throat to wrap loosely around the base of my neck, kissing me again.

Greedily and hungrily, he kisses me with one hand on my neck. Somewhere between making out, I'd managed to flip us over, his heavy body flopped to my side and I sat on his thighs.

"Rin," Harry says my name warningly, realising the position that we're in.

"Is it alright if I use you, Harry? I just haven't gotten my fix just yet," I questioned, a palm spread on his abs.

With my other hand, my fingers wrapped around his cock right below his tip and slid down slowly, squeezing as I made my way up again.

His eyes fluttered shut, muttering a colourful word below his breath as my thumb slid over his leaking tip. "Keep your eyes on me, Harry," I commanded, tightening my grip on his cock and he winced slightly.

His eyes snapped open, desire drenched in those pretty orbs. "Use me, Rin. Please," he says those magic words.

"Are you sure?"

"Fuck me," Harry commands with an insisting glare. Deciding that's all I need, I lift on my knees from where they dug into the bed at his sides and we shift further up the bed.

Sitting on him again, Harry's hand slides around my back to find the buckle of my bra. He has to use both hands and concentrate hard while he undoes all three hooks.

Finger sliding under each strap, he slides them off my shoulders and down my arms completely.

"Fuck, babe," he mutters at the sight of my breasts, nipples already in hard peaks.

As he cups them in each, my hand wraps around the base of his dick again, giving it a few pumps.

"Are you okay with what's about to happen?" Harry wonders, his jaw straining. He knows my pussy was dripping simply from the thought of what was going to happen.

"More than okay," I assure him and lift. Our breaths trap in our chests as I lined him up, Harry and I never break eye contact until he can't handle it anymore.

His hand grabs the back of my head, his fingers sinking harshly through my hair as he tugs my face forward and his mouth claims mine, tongue spearing between my lips.

Another breath holds in my lungs as I sink past his head, his thick length stretching me as I greedily take all of him, never having enough until he's fully seated inside me.

At that point, both of our lips had fallen open, simply jaw dropped at the feeling of him being inside me this way.

"Harry," I whispered his name, realizing what everyone means when they say I can feel him deeper this way because I most certainly do.

Pulling away, straightening with my hands splayed on his chest. I feel so full as if he's too big for me.

"Ready?" I checked because there was this tugging need that I couldn't ignore. "Yes," Harry answers, his hand sliding down my sides.

Ending our misery, I slowly lift off his cock, almost all the way to his tip before sliding down back, our jaws dropping together when he's completely buried again.

Repeating, never breaking our gaze to the point that I wondered if we were even blinking, I watched his features light up at the taste of pleasure.

I grab onto the headboard, being so thankful that there is one. It supplies the perfect amount of balance for me to lift off him and slide back down, bouncing on him.

A moan hits my shoulder. This is a position I've never been in before. I'm hoping that Harry doesn't notice.

It isn't long until my body takes the ropes, instinctively acting on whatever feels right for the both of us and I become so damn lost that I hadn't noticed the struggle in Harry's eyes.

"Wait- slow down, babe," Harry's fingers sink into my hips as he halts me. Panic straightens me as a pin, staring at him wide eyed.

"Fuck, I'm sorry," I leaned forward, wanting to be closer so I can comfort him but instead Harry's tip nudges that perfect sweet spot and the both of us moaned.

"No, it's okay. I'm good, just..." he searches for the right words," haven't been in this position." His eyes flick away then dart back to me quickly. "In a while," he quickly adds.

"That's okay, I'll slow down," I tell him and did exactly that.

"Spell your name, remind me who I belong to," he orders. My hips move, spelling all five letters of my name. Harry's eyebrows pull together at the centre, pleasure hitting him so right.

"Good girl, such a fucking good girl," he breathes, his jaw ticking as he clenches tight. Then, I began to really move, unable to take it any longer.

"Fucking hell-" Harry chokes and my fingers sunk into his shoulders then drag down his chest to his moth, feeling the skin cut beneath my long fingernails.

"Harder," Harry commands moments later, a reassuring and commanding look caught in his eyes and I guess we're long past slowing down.

Relishing in the feel of his thumb swiping over my nipples before pinching them between his fingers. "Music to my fucking ears," he curses when I'm unable to control the sounds I make, reminding him how much I liked that.

"You're so pretty like this," Harry murmurs, squeezing my breasts in his hands and his thumb grazes over my pebbled nipples again. My body shudders above him, eyebrows knitting together.

"Such a pretty face," I murmured, Harry completely lost in my touch as I trailed my hands down his face. "On a pretty neck," just as I say the words, my hand tightens around the middle of his neck, squeezing the sides perfectly.

"Driving me crazy," I whispered. Harry's hand is so big to wrap around my throat easily however, I don't have that luxury. Though, at least my hand is big enough to have his eyes rolling back with an angelic moan as I choked him.

Harry lifts off the bed, his hand wrapped around my waist to keep me there so instead I kept my hips circling, my body refusing to stop satisfying the building ache.

His hand stretches over to the bedside table and he pulls on the knob of the drawer. Sticking his hand in, he moves it around until he finds his destination.

A hand knife.

"What's this for?" I asked when he gestured for me to take it, staring at the blade as if it was something foreign.

"Mark me baby, the way I did you," Harry smirks after saying the words.

His other hand finds mine, guiding my hand to his lower abdomen specifically between the two deep lines leading to his favourite body part as of right now, an inch or two below the middle point of the ferns.

"Here."

I take the knife, unable to deny the excitement and want. "Are you sure?" I asked and his eyes softened. "You don't deserve to ask me that question since I didn't but yes, I'm sure," Harry answers.

My eyes lowered, focusing on his abdomen that's already quoted in a thin layer of sweat. The tip of the knife dances down the surface of his skin as my eyes do. "Right there," Harry confirms and the blade halts.

The knife breaks his skin, deep enough to draw drops of blood. Dragging down, I focus on forming the two letters.

"Yes," Harry sighs, tipping his head back as I formed the first letter. His hands that were on my hips started moving them in the smallest of circles.

Not long after, I finished and my hand wipes away the blood, his skin remains a shade of pink.

"So pretty," I hummed in satisfaction, a wide smile tugging my lips at the sight of 'ES.'

"Thank you," he looks down with a look that mirrors mine.

His hand trails up my body and across my middle, ghosting over the very faint mark of his initials.

"Can I redo it, baby?" He wonders. Thought he'd never ask. "Yes," I sighed, Harry unable to hide the wicked smile on his face.

He wipes the tip of the blade on the sheet and then presses it into my skin. One hand holding the knife and the other holding me still.

My back arches, fingers sinking into his shoulders as the blade cuts. The first drag of the tip emits prickles of pain, drawing blood as it goes.

"Feels so good," I muttered, rolling my hips distractingly. The action is enough to have him faltering with the knife pressing to my skin.

"Esrin," Harry spits my full name in a warning tone, his eyes flicking up to mine in a hard glare.

I remained still as Harry rewrites his initials on my skin, the area red with blood, drops of red tears sliding down my skin, the sight matching his.

"All done." He leaves the knife next to the candle on the bedside table, his hand around my neck after.

"I own you," the look in his eyes is intense, proving that he meant every bit of that. "You're mine," I copied his tone, smirking because I'm so damn lucky that I can have this.

"Mine to claim, mine to use, mine to fuck, to do whatever I please," I stated, continuing and it isn't hard to fall into the same pattern.

"Yes, that's right. All yours," Harry nods his head. Feeling so damn full every time all of him is in, never growing used to how big he is. Breath heated his skin as I continued, feeling as if I'm tearing at the seams.

"That's it, baby. Fucking me so good," Harry praises, blazing intensity as he watches me, his hands becoming lost in the discovery of my body,

Sliding around my waist, hands filling with a fistful of my ass as he squeezes. Pulling a hand away, his hand slaps down hard, leaving the skin red and hot.

"Again," I sighed, my back arching into his chest with my nails digging into the bed frame. Harry repeats the same thing over the other cheek, blooming the exact feeling.

At some point, his lips catch my tight nipple, sucking to draw a whimper filled with his name.

My pace increases, powering through the aching muscles screaming for a break. "Take what you want from me," he encourages.

"You're hot as fucking sin," he breaths and I feel him twitching, the look written over his face I'm sure mirrors mine- we can't last much longer.

"Kiss," Harry whimpers and I barely hear him. "Kiss, sweetheart?" He composes, the look in his eyes tells me that he's truly not asking but ordering.

My lips latched onto the side of his neck, my teeth biting and grazing the skin, sucking and kissing- driving him so wild that I felt him twitching again inside me.

Continuing my assault all the way up to that spot below his ear, I hear the pretty moans falling off his lips so perfectly, bringing me closer and closer to the earth-shattering orgasm.

"Say please," I finally say, my lips brushing his ear and a shudder runs down his body. "Please, Rin. I want your lips," he obeys, his eyes following my mouth as my body continues to move over him.

Pretty boy always gets what he wants.

His lips and I fit together perfectly, our tongues fighting an unknown battle until we simply couldn't any longer.

"You gonna be a good boy and come for me?" I hummed, breathing hard and feeling high on the feeling stringing between us.

"Slap me."

I barely process those two words when he tells them to me, wondering if I had heard correctly or not.

His eyes are so serious through the pleasure strumming through his body.

"Slap me, Rin," Harry repeats, his hand finding mine and it's like he somehow knew I needed him to say it again.

"Little freak," I smirked, recalling when Harry said those words to me after finding out I liked to be choked.

My hand lifted and with a flat palm, I slapped his across the cheek, barely enough to bring that sting he craves.

Harry hardly reacts to it, tilting his head to the side with a calculating look. "Since when you're soft on me?" He wonders.

"Again. Harder," Harry commands, a firm look caught in his eyes.

With more force the second time around, I slapped his cheek hard so that his head flips to the other side and it draws a throaty groan, his skin reddening beautifully.

"Atta girl," his smile widens, lost in the pleasurable pain. My jaw clenches, slamming down on him harder than before, taking us both by surprise that our eyes widen together.

"You're so perfect," I muttered, honestly pissed that he is, repeating the action. Harry's hand slid through my hair, tugging the curls.

"You're my opposite and my equal, so perfect for me," Harry confesses, an emotion flashing across his face, one that I couldn't decipher though it does something to my heart.

With a few blinks of his eyes, that look vanishes. My hand runs over his cheek and he hums, that sweet voice of his being music to my ears.

Arching my back, tipping my head and I focused on the fueling exposition building, the sound of our heavy breathing and our skin connecting filling the room.

"Fucking me so good, aren't you? Such a perfect little slut for me," My head falls on his shoulder, weak to the words he tells me and I continued to push through my burning legs, lifting and dropping on his cock.

"Give it to me, yeah? Let me feel you coming around my cock," Harry's hands on my hips assist me when my body draws closer to giving out and I do exactly that.

His name falling off my lips is the last thing before my mind becomes a blank slate, thrown into weightless oblivion.

I came around Harry, no longer in control of the expressions my face wears or the sounds I make. My head throws back, his mouth latches onto the juncture of my neck and shoulder.

At the same time, his teeth sink into the skin, and Harry comes, spilling his come.

Pleasure overloads his senses, grunting against my skin and abs clenching. Not sure for how long, I disconnect from reality, thrown somewhere between the stars or the clouds I couldn't tell.

When reality simmers back in, I crash into his chest, still a shuddering mess with my legs still trembling in a slow beat.

Slowly returning to earth, I gathered control of all of my senses again. Only then, the room quiets and I hear the racing of waves crashing to the shore not very far away.

Harry's fingers are running through my sweaty hair, his lips pressing kisses to my shoulders. He hums a song in a luring melody, one that I didn't recognize.

"Thank you, baby. I needed that," Harry breaks the silence. Afraid to voice anything that would reveal the way his words mess with my heart, I tiredly hummed in acknowledgement, my lips peppering a kiss over his heart.

A few seconds later, his hands tightened on my thigh and the other firm on the middle of my back. With my legs wrapped around his torso, Harry takes us to the shower again.

Settling my back against the wall, Harry finally pulls out and we held back the winces from our lips.

"Washing your hair?" He asks, turning on the shower. "No, tomorrow," I say, too tired to follow that routine. Harry proceeds with our shower, doing most of the work.

His arm remains secure around my back at most times, neither of us trusting my wobbly knees.

"So much for no sex and space," Harry teases, cascading away soap from my skin. "Don't pretend as if you didn't know what you were doing," I nudged his shoulder and he doesn't deny one bit.

"Even if I did, I'm not going to be ashamed," Harry held his head high, the effects of the banter wearing off as his eyes softened.

"I'm addicted to you, Rin. Need my doses as much as possible," he whispers, vulnerability dripping in his tone.

Next, I kiss him.

A slow, consuming kiss that transfers the words I fail to speak. Holding onto him so tight, clutching every part of him that I can because I simply can't get enough of him.

Maybe the reason why I can't find the right words to say is because I haven't yet acknowledged how he really makes me feel.

"You and me, Harry?" I whispered, lips brushing his as mine shaped to say the words. "You and me," those dimples I've loved so much reappear in a sunshine smile.

Somehow, we managed to get out of the shower and return to his bedroom wrapped in thick, fuzzy towels.

Harry changes into a thin long sleeve and comfy long pants the fastest I've ever seen him change his clothes.

I was still drying my skin when he switches the bedsheets since those ones were wet from well, me as well as his wet skin from the first shower.

No less than a second after, Harry rushes out of the room without an explanation. Sure, my curiosity is high however, my sleepiness is higher.

After changing into another one of his thin long sleeves, the hem at the ends reaching below my ass, I throw myself on the bed.

I'm unaware of how long after I hear the door open and movements shuffling around. My eyelids flutter open, seeing Harry standing at the edge of the bed next to me.

"We're going somewhere," he says, sliding his arms under my back and hooking his hand around my waist, lifting me off the bed.

Lacking the energy for curiosity or worry, I simply snuggle into the side of his neck. The atmosphere changes soon after, old air mopping my skin and the fresh scent of beach waves wafering to my nose.

"We're outside," I stated the obvious, wondering what exactly is he up to.

Harry already has a destination in mind and I realised we've reached it when he stops at the blanket spread out on the sand.

"Didn't realise you were a romantic," I mused. "For you, I'll be anything," he replies without an ounce of hesitation.

Carefully, he sits us down in the middle of the blanket and throws another one over us to fight the cold away. I didn't know where he had gotten it from and I didn't care to ask.

The most important thing right now was simply being here with Harry. In his arms, wrapped in a blanket under the naked moonlight in front of the dark ocean.

"My Belle" Harry whispers, the soft tip of his nose tracing the edge of my jaw. A sigh passed my lips and I melt into his touch.

I dozed off in my favourite place on earth- Harry's arms. No amount of hurt may ever change that.

"Thank you, love."

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