AN: It's been 84 years since I updated. (13 days actually but wow). I'm so sorry.

If you parked your car right near the curved curb of Garder street and Pleasant road besides the clean, cut, lawn, you might be able to hear a glimpse of two similar yet completely different conversations between the two mansions across from one another.

If you were to be hovering over both roofs and looking down, you would tune in to two indistinguishable dialogues at the early start of five o'clock in the morning.

In the avocado cream colored house, May Primble scolded her husband of almost twenty years, Ted Primble, to help her move the large, vintage juke box player of his that they were finally getting rid of.

"You always leave a mess and I am always the one who has to clean up after you." She chastised with a sour twist of her wrinkled face, carrying one end as her obedient husband frowned.

"I don't know why we're trying to get rid of this, it's my best work." Poor Ted Primble weakly protested, gazing down at the jukebox he had made in his youth as his wife rolled her eyes in exasperation.

"Do you even know how much trouble we are in at the moment." His irritated wife reiterated, making both of them glance at the fairly high stacks of debt and bills before drifting back to the juke box that was planned to be sold for more money.

The jukebox had to go.

Across the street, a similar conversation was stirring upstairs in the guest room of the pastel yellow mansion.

"You always leave a mess and I am always the one who has to clean up after you." I shook my head, avoiding Harry's slightly amused gaze as he stared at my crossed expression with a glint of mischief in his ember green eyes.

"I don't know why we're trying to get rid of this, it's my best work." He simply grinned, looking down at Mr. Todd's dead body that we were carrying across the room into the large tupperware bin I had brought, making me pause on my feet to send him a blank look.

"Do you even know how much trouble we are in at the moment." My voice was lowered even though we were the only ones in the spacious mansion, lowering my head and blinking at him in an incredulous manner before our gazes slowly fell back down to Mr. Todd's pale corpse, eyes rolled back like a drunk with his tongue sticking out to the side before Harry casually reached out and slipped it back into the man's mouth with a poke of his gloved finger.

I glared at him as he gave me a clueless "what" look.

My lips pressed in a firm line as I dismissed him with my aggravated expression, the both of us carrying Mr. Todd's limp, foul smelling body over the baby blue plastic bin.

With a lot of debating, internal fighting, and praying, I had made it my mission to protect my husband no matter what.

No way was I going to let my Heath suffer for what Harry was doing while in control.

Not if I had a say in it.

"No more killing." I warned with a stern raise of my brow as Harry and I lowered the body.

"You're just mad cause you couldn't find a plastic bin big enough for the body." He smirked in a teasing manner as I snapped my head to him.

"I'm mad," I grit out, shoving Mr. Todd down into the small cramped square with my hand over his cold, thinning head as Harry blinked at me with slightly widened eyes.

"Because I had to find a plastic bin for a body period." I finished, hearing limbs and bones crack with the force I was using as I kept my glare on Harry, imagining cramping his long body inside a stupid box instead and just keeping him in there out of trouble.

"And yes, yes I couldn't find a big enough bin." I added in a feisty tone when the lid wouldn't close, becoming frustrated by the second before stopping altogether when Harry let out a low laugh, now attempting to help me.

"I like when you're mad." He commented with a sly, dimpled, grin, observing me with dark, heavy eyes as we pushed down on the lid, Mr. Todd's body practically folded like a distorted origami inside the box as I gave Harry a look.

"Yeah must be absolutely hilarious." I dryly remarked.

"Well it's a lot more entertaining than seeing you act like you've got all your shit together. It actually shows you have some type of emotion, swear to god I was this close to checking if you had a pack of batteries hidden up your ass with how calm and robotic your face always seems to be." He explained, pausing his actions to reach out and fix my hijab as my body tensed, but not out of fear.

"Besides," His voice was low and sultry, his eyes following the lingering trail he was leaving across the fabric of my head scarf with his rough fingertips before flickering his gaze back up to me, leaning forward.

"I'm just waiting for you to get so mad you throw me down, ride the hell out of me and teach me a real good lesson pumpkin." He added, nudging my chin playfully before actually sitting himself on top of the lid to close the bin as I scrunched my face slightly, feeling around my chin with the back of my glove.

"Did you just touch me with the finger you used to put his tongue back in his mouth." I questioned with a creased brow, full on narrowing my eyes at Harry who glanced down at both of his hands, shifting his gaze between both open palms.

"No." He confidently said with a shake of his head.

He checked his hands one more time.

"...No...." He repeated in an unsure tone this time, eyes now narrowed into uncertain slits as I shook my head at him, hearing my phone ring as I took my gloves off, throwing it at Harry in annoyance only for him to effortlessly catch them with a lazy smile, his eyes never leaving me as I walked to the corner of the room, checking the ID on the screen.

I internally bang my head against the wall when I see that it's my co-producer Annie calling, throwing a second glance over my shoulder at Harry who was still attempting to close the lid, sitting and hopping up and down on top of it with pursed lips.

Taking a slow inhale I looked back down at my phone, bringing my lip between my teeth in contemplation.

"Hello." I answered, shifting my weight on one foot as I brought the device to my ear.

"Where in the good lord's name have you been Habiba my-"

I ended the call, my eyes shifting upwards as an involuntary groan of annoyance escaped my lips, rubbing at the side of my forehead before I turned at the sound of Harry's voice.

"Well no fucking wonder, his stupid fingers were caught in the way." He muttered to himself, his waves of brown hair falling to the side as he peered down at the lid beneath his body before he gave one good slam down, causing Mr. Todd's fingers to come clean off.

Harry froze, blinking down at the rotting parts on that tumbled ground before bringing his head back up so our gazes locked.

"I fixed it." He casually informed.

I pursed my lips to keep from smiling at this idiot, gesturing for my gloves as he tossed them back to me and we moved the bin out of the room down the hall until we reached the marble staircase after retrieving the chopped fingers and placing them in a plastic bag.

"Alright, now we need to be very careful and make sure that we're slow and steady down these steps, we don't want anything to slip out of the lid or-"

Harry placed his foot on the edge of the bin before kicking it down, hands stuffed in his pockets with no single care given as I watched the box roughly topple down the stairs in horror, bouncing with each violent step before slamming into the wall at the bottom.

I stared at the sturdy bin at the bottom of the stairs with parted lips before Harry began to clap his hands together in a slow, lazy manner by my side, making me turn to look at him.

"Can you imagine if it broke, we would've been fucked." He sang out the last word, shaking his head with a grin of approval as I slowly blinked at him with a straight face while he continued to clap.

It was around 5:25 am when Harry and I lugged out the bin from the front door, carrying it on each end as we looked around, transferring it to the car before an overbearingly friendly voice rang through the air from across the street.

"Oh well look at this. It's The Styles family! Oh good morning you two!" The neighbors May Primble and Ted Primble waved, seeming to carry out a jukebox out of their own house as Harry and I froze, exchanging quick looks before we straightened and smiled, waving at them.

"So who do I gotta kill first between these two...." Harry trailed out through his plastered smile as we continued to wave while I grinned at the neighbors who had placed their jukebox on the lawn to walk over and talk to us.

"No killing, we're doing this my way." I subtly responded through my smile, leaning closer to him so he could hear before the Primbles approached us with friendly grins while we placed the bin down.

"Well this is just a good ol' surprise isn't it Ted." May cheered with a happy glance towards her husband who nodded enthusiastically.

"Oh sure, sure, so you finally sold this place to the Todd's I hear. Must be a great accomplishment, when do you think they'll be moving in?" Ted asked with his hands at his hips, looking over at Harry who stared at him with a bored expression.

No one answered, causing an uncomfortable pause to settle into the conversation as May and Ted glanced over at one another in uncertainty, all three of us staring at Harry before I subtly jabbed his side, causing him to blink.

"Oh shit you were talking to me, right." He said, running a hand through his hair before swiping his thumb over the tip of his nose as he looked at the couple in front of us.

"Yeah, I don't really know when the fuck they're coming back, can we leave now?" Harry responded, stunning May and Ted before I quickly reached for his arm, squeezing his bicep and forcing out a light laugh.

Both Harry and I knew that Mrs. Todd and her kids fled out of Simpli City in both fear of Harry and my threats of blackmail over night.

"Heath has really gotten into some of the roles I've been working on for an upcoming show," I rushed to explain about his crude behavior as Ted and May slowly nodded with wide eyes, exchanging smiles as if understanding the situation.

"Yup, nothing is too much for my pumpkin." Harry played along with that same, cheery voice we were all using as he slapped my ass with a smile, causing me to jump and yelp in surprise as he grinned and slung his arm around me while May blinked at us in shock, a hand hovering over her agape mouth while Ted awkwardly cleared his throat.

"Ha yes..." I trailed off through clenched teeth as I leaned my head on Harry's bicep while he mimicked my actions and rested his face on top of my own head, the both of us smiling.

"We see you two are carrying something out," Ted pointed out, gesturing to the bin behind us.

"Me and the wife we're taking care of our own stuff as well." He commented with his full rosey cheeks as I nodded.

"Yeah, we're just taking out some old stuff." I made up with a casual shrug.

"Oh," May nodded, processing my excuse before glancing down at our hands.

"Must be very dusty to wear gloves." She observed in a clueless way as Harry and I exchanged looks before slow smirks spread across our faces.

"Yes, very." I confirmed, the both of us slipping off our gloves as the couple smiled.

"My my, this was just such a pleasant coincidence. Honestly, you two are such sweethearts, it feels only like yesterday you were helping us get our house." May laughed, her husband following suit at the memory as Harry and I eyed one another before forcing ourselves to join in.

"Oh hey, why don't you come over and have breakfast with us once you're done putting that there box in the car, huh?" Ted offered, causing his wife to clap her hands with excitement.

"Oh Ted that's an amazing idea, yes you must have breakfast with us. We just have to catch up." May insisted with her slight lisp, clasping her hands together as Harry and I began to politely reject their offer with a shake of our heads.

"But May is making pancakes and eggs." Ted reasoned with a playful pout as May nodded with a smile.

Harry and I paused.

"Guess it wouldn't hurt to stay for a little bit" I said at the same time Harry let out a raspy "fuck yeah I'll take free food."

"Wonderful, here I'll help Heath out here with the bin and the women can go set up the food." Ted laughed as I stared at him with a tight expression before Mary cooed in agreement, already by my side and ushering me to their house across the street, already talking about her secret recipes while I looked behind over my shoulder, finding Ted helping Harry carry the bin with Mr. Todd's dead body inside to our car.

Harry's eyes met mine before a seductive grin spread across his attractive face, sending me a secretive wink before I nodded at him with a smile, entering May and Ted's house with a sly smirk.

"Love the new look Heath, very dark and mysterious. Any other new additions into you guys' life?" May curiously asked, placing a cut of pancake into her mouth with her fork as Harry and I looked up from our plate of food with full cheeks.

We then turned our heads to look at each other.

"Just a few." Our reply was in perfect unison before we continued to eat.

"Like what?" Ted asked with interest as both him and his wife leaned forward with expectant expressions.

It was no surprise though, changes were rarely ever made in peoples' daily lives here in Simpli city so when one person dared to do something different, it peeked everyone's interests.

"Sex." Harry replied before I could, making me choke on the food in my mouth as I quickly reached out and chugged the glass of orange juice on the plastic covered table, shifting in the matching plastic covered floral seats of May and Ted's dining room.

That one word hung in the air as May and Ted gawked at Harry, obviously not expecting that while my gaze flickered between my plate to my deranged husband in slight annoyance as he leaned back in his seat with a grin.

"Oh well," May blinked, her fork hovering over her food.

"Um, wow that's.." Ted began, trying to find his words.

"Yup, learned that my woman likes it a little rough." Harry continued with no sense of shame, sending me a lopsided smirk before he placed his hand over my covered thigh underneath the table.

"But that's the thing isn't it, vanilla sex and the whole first time bullshit is always glorified when in reality, no one really enjoys it that much." He drawled out, resting his elbow on the table as I stiffened in my chair as did Ted and May who were already flushed red in the face.

"Think about it, a little hair tugging here, a few bite marks there, against a door, a wall..." His sultry voice trailed off before his large calloused hand squeezed my thigh, making me jolt in my seat as his fingers trailed higher over my long skirt.

"On the dining room table of the neighbor's house." He tempted, causing me to bring my lips inward, knowing his words were directed at me as I felt him trace the band of my skirt in a teasing manner before freezing altogether, his whole body tensing.

I kept my hand over Harry's already stiff crotch with a collected expression as he released a choked breath, green eyes wide before he quickly coughed into his fist, rubbing his face with his free hand, chest rising and falling while May and Ted looked between the two of us with confused expressions.

"I'm sorry, we can definitely change the subject if it's too uncomfortable." I cautioned with an understanding tone, my hand squeezing Harry making him throw his head back with a muffled groan.

"Oh no, no it's fine. It's refreshing that- that we're talking about this, Ted and I, we actually need this talk- Heath are you alright dear?" May began before turning to Harry with a distracted tone.

Harry bit his lip with an almost pained expression, the hand that was fingering the band of my skirt moving to my hand that was over his bulge to keep it there as he simply nodded his head, letting out an overly high pitched "mhm" before clearing his throat.

"Mhm.." He repeated in a deeper tone this time making me smirk.

Course the only time I could actually control and silence my husband was if my hand was on his balls.

Figures.

"You see our sex life it's, it's well.... not up to par if you will..." Ted began, a sheen of sweat apparent over his large forehead as I stayed focused on their words, rubbing Harry who was sitting besides me in a blissful daze before my whole senses became alert when he reached over and slipped into my skirt, making me sharply inhale before we made eye contact.

By the look in both of our eyes, there would be subtitles between us through our silent communication as I glared at him.

Get your hand out of my skirt would be the words displayed in front of me if this was some type of foreign movie as he kept his hand there before smirking.

Make me, was Harry's silent message as I narrowed my eyes at him, our hands unmoving on both of each other's crotches underneath the table before May's voice caught both of our attention again.

"We don't know what's wrong with us it's just every time we have sex we pass out and wake up not remembering anything." May sighed as Ted frowned and held her hand, running his thumb over her skin as if consoling her.

Harry and I glanced over at each other.

"Well..." I began in a slow response before Harry and I both jumped in our chairs, retracting our hands away from the area between one another's legs when a large, gray, mastiff dog began to attack Harry's legs, sniffing around his pants causing the both of us to fumble in our seats while Ted and May laughed at our reactions, the table wiggling from the great, big dog that was moving around underneath.

"What the hell's this thing." Harry questioned, trying to nudge the saggy, persistent dog off him who continued to sniff him.

"This is Benjy our dog, isn't he precious?" May tilted her head with admiration at her pet.

"Dog my ass, that thing is a horse, Jesus." Harry breathed out, relaxing a bit as a light hearted grin appeared over his face before he leaned forward and ruffled the dog's ears, smiling and rubbing it's wrinkly fur as it painted, tongue out with joy.

"We call him our Lion sometimes, and not just cause of his size." May informed with a proud smile, the sound of utensils clicking against the plates filling the air once again as Ted chuckled with a mouthful of food.

"That's true, our boy can sniff out and find any type of meat. That's how we always know if any of the meat in our freezer gets rotten, even if it's just a day over the expiration date thanks to Benjy over here." Ted stated with pride, beaming at the Benjy who continued to sniff Harry's pants before my eyes widened in alarm.

With Harry distracted with stuffing a folded pancake into his mouth, it was too late to stop the dog from taking out the plastic bag that held Mr. Todd's three fingers straight from Harry's pocket as it quickly scampered away, making me nudge Harry who froze in realization, a piece of pancake falling from his lips before May lowered her gaze underneath the table where Benjy was pacing around near our feet.

"Benjy," She cooed in a babying voice.

"What do you have there? Told you no pick pocketing from our guests." She smiled, lowering her fork as Harry and I quickly locked wide eyed gazes.

Like I said before, if subtitles were available to show the exact words we were silently saying together, it would be obvious what the two words that would be hovering in front of us would be.

Oh shit.

AN: I'm so super sorry about the whole wait and the late update. I am totally okay I just have a lot going on ATM but it's nothing to worry about. I have so much planned for this story you I swear I'll make it up to you guys.