We both look toward the open closet door, as Paige appears in the doorframe. Her eyes widen as they take in the scene before her. Harry, myself, a pile of blankets, a Playboy, a blindfold, and a pile of candy wrappers.

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Well, that wasn't a very long break-up.

Unable to speak for a moment, Paige runs her fingertip slowly around the rim of the party cup she's holding. Her lips draw fleetingly into a thin line before turning up at the corners in a smile that I swear looks a tad sinister.

How come I didn't notice those leggings gave her camel-toe earlier? Gross.

Her eyes settle on me, then she directs her annoyance toward Harry, "Whenever you guys are finished playing '9 ½ Weeks' in here, we need to make a beer run."

"We need to make a beer run?" Harry disputes, "This part of we isn't going anywhere. Why don't you ask Zayn to do it since it seems he's been taking care of your other needs lately." His eyebrows furrow and there's an angry little crinkle between them. Angry Harry is hot.

Exasperated, Paige brings her cup to her lips and slams back whatever's left of her drink. "Whatever, Harry!" She throws the empty cup into the closet and storms off in a huff.

When the door to his room slams behind her, Harry mocks, "Whatever, Harry!" wiggling his shoulders in feminine hissy-fit style.

"So tell me, Harry," I ask mischievously as I pick up Paige's empty cup and begin to fill it with our discarded candy wrappers, "do you miss her yet?" I raise my eyebrows, smiling.

"No fucking way," he grins. His smile is still beautiful despite the recent drama. Then he turns serious, "What is '9 ½ Weeks?'" he asks.

"You've never seen '9 ½ Weeks?' It's this 80's movie with a lot of sex in it," I begin, when Harry interrupts.

"Why would she say that then? I mean, tragically we weren't having sex in here, but there's still time if you're interested." He lifts his eyebrows up and down in a dorkish attempt to be suggestive.

With a playful slap on his thigh, "Noooo, you didn't let me finish. There's a scene in the movie where the guy blindfolds his lover and feeds her random stuff from the refrigerator, like fruits, honey, and other stuff. Kind of like an elaborate foreplay I guess."

Harry's mouth hangs open briefly, and then is followed by an eager but silly smile. "So they had sex after the blindfold stuff?"

"Harry!" I roll my eyes.

Our laughter is interrupted by the sound of the door to his room opening yet again. Our heads expectantly turn to the closet doorway to see who's coming in this time.

It's Zayn. And he is drunk as a skunk. He kind of looks like a skunk as well since he has black hair with a crazy white stripe in the front. He hangs onto the doorframe for support.

"Hey," Zayn lifts his chin to me in acknowledgement before turning glazed eyes to Harry, "Mate, we need more beer. Can I take your car? Niall's in mine with, um....," He pauses, then chuckles to himself in drunkenness.

My eyes widen, "With KATE?" I'm immediately on my feet, searching my pockets and then my boots for my phone in a panic. "Where's my phone?"

"You aren't driving anywhere at all in your condition, much less in my car," Harry addresses Zayn as he pulls on his boots. When did he take his boots off? When I was blindfolded?

Harry picks up my phone from the closet floor, handing it up to me as he awkwardly gets to his feet. I check my phone and see a few texts and missed calls from Kate that I missed because I had it set to silent while I was hiding in the closet. I quickly fire off a text to Kate.

"I've gotta handle this beer situation, he can't go like this," Harry says, pulling on a jacket from a nearby hanger, then grabbing a beanie from the shelf. It was the same green one he wore that first day in the coffee shop.

Shaking my head as I watched him pull the beanie over his curls, I had to smile, "Yea, well I've got to handle this Kate situation as well, so..."

He stepped closer to me, "I hate to disappoint you, Sherry, but due to production delays we'll have to continue our '9 ½ Weeks' reenactment at a later time," he winked. I could practically feel myself melting into a gelatinous mess at the sound of my name on his lips, and I briefly imagine him saying it repeatedly in a much more intimate setting involving less clothing

Quickly gathering myself internally, "Just get on with your beer run already." I laugh, shoving him out of the closet and into his bedroom, where we notice Zayn passed out on Harry's bed.

"Better him than me," I wink at Harry. He sticks his tongue out at me as I exit quickly, calling out a good night over my shoulder. I wanted to get out of there with my panties still intact. Not that I didn't want him, Christ, I wanted him. But not on the first night, not at a party, and not ten minutes after a breakup. I mean, this wasn't even a date.

As I drive Kate and myself home, she babbles drunkenly about Niall from the passenger seat. I can barely understand anything she says, so I just "uh-huh" on occasion and tune her out, figuring I'll get the whole story from her after she sleeps it off.

I hear a beep from my phone, and pull it from my pocket. Pulling into a parking spot, I see that I have a text.

So do they always use food as foreplay?

I examine the contact. BlindfoldsAreFun. The contact picture is of Harry with a cherry Airhead sticking out of his mouth as if it were his own tongue. I always thought the cherry ones looked like tongues. How did he. . .

A second message appears while I was still in shock over the first one. I added myself to your contacts while you were blindfolded. I smiled to myself. That boy.

I tapped out a response. I said it before, and I'll say it again. You're insane.

Takes one to know one. ;)

Hold, please. Gotta get Kate's drunk ass inside.

I thank God that we live on the first floor as I struggle to help Kate inside. Once in her bedroom, I pull off her shoes and dress, leaving her in her undergarments. Shaking my head at her choice of bed linens, I tuck her in, pulling her Spongebob blanket up to her chin. I place a glass of water and some aspirin on her night table.

Entering my room, I sit on the bed and yank off my boots, flinging them over near the closet. I throw myself onto my pillows and then dig my phone out of my pocket.

I text Harry. I can't believe you took advantage of my phone while I was unaware. You didn't find my nudes, did you?

NUDES?!

I'm only joking, phone invader. I swipe in.

You didn't really think I'd let you go without getting your number, did you?

Even if it was against my will. I retort. God, I love playful banter.

Don't turn this into a challenge. ;) He replied.

Good night, Harry.

Nighty-night, Sherry.

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