So this is how it went.

May spotted the plastic bag of fingers right, then that's when the screaming happened.

"Ted! Oh my god Ted!" She shrieked in horror, sprinting up from her chair letting it topple to the floor in unison as she tried to scramble to her husband for comfort, away from their dog Benjy who flopped around with the plastic bag of pale, chopped fingers between its teeth.

Ted was probably even worse than his wife, rising from his seat and screaming to the top of his lungs, all red in the face crying in horror before attempting to jump into May's flailing arms, causing them both to spiral to the ground in a weeping, panicked heap before they both fainted.

Harry and I stayed completely still and calm in our chairs the entire ordeal, a moment of silence passing through the room right after the chaos as May and Ted stayed unconscious on the floor, laying there sprawled with the dropped utensils and chairs while Benjy went on top of their unmoving bodies, panting and dropping the bag to lick them.

Harry casually reached out for his cup of coffee on the table as I kept my arms crossed over my chest in annoyance.

"Well, that went a lot better than I expected-" He began, leaning back in his seat with a careless expression before glancing over at me when I turned my head to face him.

"Don't talk to me right now." I angrily huffed, looking away with pursed lips.

"You mad about the whole fingers thing," He mused, taking a sip of his drink with a mocking smirk.

"Why would you even bring them, I mean really. Now what are we going to do with those two." I demanded, gesturing to the passed out couple as Harry dropped his gaze to them before petting Benjy who lingered around our feet.

Harry took one last, long, unhurried sip of his drink before smacking his lips together, running a hand through his shoulder length brown hair before smirking to himself in thought.

"Help me take off their clothes." He said, getting up from his chair and patting my head in a patronizing manner as I followed his movements with narrowed, disgusted eyes.

"Excuse me." I reiterated, watching him crouch down to Ted, already unbuttoning the man's shirt before looking up at me.

"You heard me pumpkin, help me strip them." He curled his finger before snapping his fingers and pointing at May on the ground across from him while I shifted in my chair to give him a look.

"You can't be serious-"

"I have an idea so just trust me on this babe. I may be a psychopathic killer but I've got my morals." He grinned a mischievous, charming, dimpled smile as he stuffed a waffle into his mouth, letting the food hang between his lips as he undressed an unconscious Ted while I hesitantly got to my feet, leveling myself with May's body.

"Right, morals." I snorted, reaching out and taking the waffle that was hanging from his lips making him send me a slow, grin, watching me eat the rest of it as his gaze flickered between my face to his hands, our eyes connecting for a moment before we looked away with small smiles, taking off May and Ted's clothes.

"Alright genius," I said once May and Ted were stripped down to their undergarments as we rose back to our feet, peering down at the unconscious, half naked couple on the ground as I gathered their clothing in my arms.

"What's next in your little plan now." I tilted my head to the side, watching Harry rub his sharp jawline before shifting his dark eyes to me.

"Well..."

        "Clothes are scattered?" Harry checked when I entered May and Ted's bedroom.

"Left Ted's pants and belt on the stairs and May's cardigan in the hallway like you told me." I reported, my eyes locking with his as he clasped and rubbed his large hands together.

"That's my girl, now c'mere and help me with this." He nodded at me, bring his arm out and pulling me besides his body so he could rest his elbow on top of my head as we both faced the king bed in front of us where May and Ted lay, still unconscious on top of each other where Harry had situated them.

"You think Ted's a top or bottom?" He asked in all seriousness, gesturing towards the two as I raised a brow at his question.

"Does it matter?"

"Oh Habiba," Harry tsked, shaking his head in a patronizing manner, contradicting his look of admiration he was giving me before pulling me closer until our bodies were flushed together and my tense shoulders were scrunched up.

"My sweet, beautiful, hard to pronounce little Habiba." He taunted, pinching my nose.

"Get to the point." I snapped with a deadpanned expression.

"Those two pass out every time they have sex without a single memory of what happened before. Gotta set it up like these two were just messin' around on the sheets and that everything was just a bad, bad dream." He smoothly explained, gauging my reaction as my eyes widened slightly while I looked him over, nodding my head.

"Wow... I'm actually-"

"-So turned on by my amazing wit." 

I sent Harry a look.

"What, just speeding up the process." He calmly reassured with a smug expression as I turned my head back to the bed with a small smile, shaking my head and running my fingers over my lips.

"Besides you don't have to say it," Harry continued, slowly striding behind me, lingering over my shoulder before his lips were near my ear.

"I know it turns you on when I take control," He chided in a knowing voice as I turned my head to lock gazes with him.

"Don't think I forgot your little habit of touching your lips whenever you're all hot and bothered." Harry reminded me, making my eyes immediately widen in realization before I completely dropped my hand from my lips on instinct, only amusing him further as he let out a charming laugh while I tried to hide my scowl.

"Can we just get out of here before they wake up." I said, trying to change the subject as Harry watched me with pleased, green eyes before sweeping them over May and Ted who were still passed out on their bed.

"You're cute when you're embarrassed Hubba Bubba." He teased, reaching out to pinch my cheek as I mentally counted to ten in frustration before he finally let go to situate May and Ted on top of one another on the bed before crossing his toned arms over his chest, looking over at me with a thoughtful expression.

"So who do you think tops."

        Harry and I were finally safe in the confinements of our own spacious house as we sat in front of the front window, looking through the glass with strained expressions while I kept my legs folded on my seat, watching the milkman pass by our house to drop off the clean, bottles of milk.

"Good morning!" He had cheerfully greeted our neighbors besides us who opened their windows to reply back with an equally happy "good morning" at eight o'clock in the morning.

Ms. Taper was walking out of her house in her fluffy bedroom slippers to get the mail, passing by the whistling milk man as they exchanged bright smiles.

"Good morning!" She said as he handed her her weekly bottle of fresh milk, a skip to his step as he beamed at her.

"Good morning!" He replied back, walking with a slight bounce of joy, the sky blue and birds chirping as he neared our house, spotting Harry and I sitting in front of the window staring at him with straight faces.

"Good mor-"

"Shut the fuck up and give me my milk." Harry cut him off, his loud voice carrying across the lawn through the open window as the milkman froze in horror.

It was like a record had scratched somewhere in the back and all the neighbors were stuck on pause as they all turned to gawk at us before the milkman blinked, unsure of what to do or say next before slowly placing the bottle of milk down on our pathway and then backing away, sweating.

"How have you not killed everyone yet." Harry scoffed, leaning back with a slightly irritated expression as everyone cleared and strayed away from our house.

"I'm not you." I countered, resting my elbow over the back of my chair to lean my head against my palm.

"Oh babe, you don't have to be me to want to burn this whole god damn neighborhood to the ground." Harry shook his head, running a hand through his hair, observing the scenery before he shot me a sideways glance, a smirk growing over his face before he grabbed the fabric of my hijab, lightly tugging on it to catch my attention.

"What." I sighed, as if tending to a pesky child as I placed my hand over his wrist to stop his relentless tugging while his gaze flickered over my face, studying me.

"You can't really like this place." He stated with an incredulous tone, wanting to add a hesitant "right?" at the end but deciding against it as I straightened in my chair, looking at him.

"I like it." I claimed, blinking before rising from my seat and walking away only to hear Harry follow right after me.

"Bullshit, you hate this place and I know you do." He accused, his strides much quicker than mine as he maneuvered his way in front of me.

I looked away, silent with a creased brow as he peered down at me.

"Last night, when I told you about how I felt when you and Heath got married, you didn't say anything." Harry mentioned, closing in on me as I looked him in the eye.

"Habitat, you don't belong here." He gently said.

I blinked.

"Did you just call me Habitat." I snapped, seeing that infamous smirk on his face before he put his hands up in surrender.

"I'm just trying to tell you what you already know. You don't belong here." He repeated with a knowing look as I furrowed my brows at him.

"Yeah? And where do I belong?" I tested with a challenging tone, crossing my arms over my chest, approaching him as he opened his mouth to answer.

"And don't be corny and say with you. I'm a director, I know how this conversation goes." I stopped Harry with a raise of my hand, watching him freeze with his mouth open before he closed it and rubbed at the back of his neck.

"Well shit... Way to fuck up my mojo sweetheart." He chastised, looking lost as to what to say next before I just heaved a tired sigh, turning my back on him to leave and make myself some tea before he spoke.

"You belong in my bed, besides me." His voice followed my steps as I kept walking, unphased, knowing he would involve sex in there somehow.

He hadn't changed.

"You belong in front of me, with me helping you fix your hair and hijab just the way you like." Harry suddenly said, no hint of mockery in his voice causing me to slow my steps considerably.

"You belong behind me, to chase and curse me out like you always did when I did something wrong while I would laugh and run away." I could hear him get closer, making me realize I had stopped in the middle of the hallway at the memories that were bubbling through the surface.

"You belong above me, on a fucking pedestal where I'd worship you for always dealing with my shit." My body tensed when I felt his hard chest press against my back, his fingers tracing the fabric of my hijab from behind before he lowered his lips to my ear.

"And you belong below me, where I can remind you what it feels like to be fucked until the only name you know is mine." Harry finished, his low, deep voice barely above a whisper as his lips grazed my cheek, my chest heaving up and down in shallow breaths before I shook myself out of the trance he captured me in.

"Heath..." I began, attempting to argue before Harry gently grabbed my wrist, spinning me around to face him with his large hand clasped over my skin to keep me there.

"Heath isn't here, I am. I came here for you with every intention of bringing you back-" Harry reminded me through gritted teeth, jaw tight with anger as I tried to wrench my arm out of his firm grasp.

"And what if I don't want to leave." I told him with an even voice, leaning forward, so close that the tips of our noses slightly brushed against one another before his green eyes gauged mine.

"What, so you saying you love him now?" Harry let out a humorous laugh, testing me as I inhaled slowly.

When I stayed silent the assured grin on his face dimmed before he blinked at me in realization.

"You love him?" He questioned, a mixture of anger, disbelief, and worry crossing over his face as I brought my lips inward.

"He's my husband." I defended, only making him tug me forward, trading in the grip on my arm to both my shoulders as he glared down at me.

"Might I remind you pumpkin that I was your husband first, and still am." A dark grin grew over Harry's face as I shoved him away, although at the moment, I was torn between embracing or beating the crap out of him, making me clench my fists at my sides.

"I told you not to bring that up." I cut him off in a stern voice, watching him smirk at my reaction.

"Here's an idea, how about we cut the whole split personality bullshit," Harry began with an agitated smile, releasing my to raise his hands.

"And you just admit you still love me." He raised his brows expectantly as I let out a scoff.

"I'm taking care of everything for Heath, not you." I claimed.

"If that was true what the hell are you doing talking to me for then?" Harry countered, his words shutting me up altogether.

A pleased look appeared over his face at my response, or lack thereof.

"You and I know exactly where Heath is." He continued in a low drawl, nearing me as I unconsciously backed myself against the wall, my eyes trained on the floor in contemplation and frustration before he caged me in, lowering his head so our faces were only inches away as he tilted his head to the side.

"And we both know he's not in here." He grinned, tapping the side of his head with his pointer finger as I finally brought my gaze up to look into his green eyes.

He was one hundred percent right.

And that was when the loud thumps in the attic above us broke our little staring contest.

I knew exactly where Heath was this entire time.

AN: if you're confused you should be. I thought, hey, I always put my plot twists in the end so let's try mixing it up and putting some in the middle too.