The sound of tape stretching filled the air before Harry tore the strip off from the circular tape, finishing rolling me up in a blanket with my hands restrained by my sides and tying tape around me so I wouldn't get out.

"You horny bad little girl." Harry chastised as I wiggled on the ground screaming, his foot on top of my blanket entrapped body before he brushed his hands against one another in satisfaction.

"There we go, now you can't kiss or touch me you dirty perv." His grin was more than pleased as I let out sounds of discomfort, screeching.

"You don't like my kisses." I claimed, resting my face on the cold, marble floor.

"On the contrary, I do like your kisses." Harry corrected as I raised my head.

"So you're just being an asshole." I accused with narrowed eyes.

"No, I'm being a gentleman and I don't want to take advantage of you." He snapped, kicking my butt on the ground as I flailed in my blanket, irritated.

"The reason I've been ignoring you was because it was weird, and I just wanted to keep kissing you. Do you even know how many dirty dreams I've had about you the past weeks?" He questioned, laying down besides me on the ground.

"One hundred." I hiccuped.

"Someone's cocky." He snorted, placing his hands behind his head as I smiled, making a show of wiggling my eyebrows suggestively causing him to let out a laugh.

"God they were the freakiest things ever but I'd be lying if I said I didn't like them. One dream, you were a waitress at that restaurant where you threw wine in my face." Harry began, turning on his side and propping himself up on his elbow to face me.

I laughed with my mouth closed, making me look and sound like a pervert chuckling.

"I remember that." I smiled.

"I remember that." Harry mimicked my voice, shooting me an irritated look as he hid his smile.

"Yeah, you were a waitress and you served me a burnt steak," He proceeded to tell me,  his hand resting on my blanket covered stomach before he leaned closer, his lips at my ear.

"And as punishment, I bent you over and fucked you on the table in front of everyone." He whispered, lips grazing my skin as I quickly turned my head to him.

"Woah." I said with wide eyes, not seeing that one coming.

"I know right." Harry trailed off with large eyes as well.

"That's messed up because that wouldn't even be my fault for the burnt steak, it would be Alan's. So you would have to punish Alan and bend him over a table and fuck him, not me." I pointed out as Harry slowly blinked at me.

He looked away with a sigh.

"Yeah cause that's the messed up part of what I just told you." Harry remarked under his breath.

I nodded, shifting in my blanket wrap.

"Would you.... let me fuck you in public- I mean not in public like just fuck you. No wait that- that didn't- nevermind. You're drunk, why am I even asking this." Harry groaned to himself, rubbing his eyes with his palms in frustration as I watched him.

"Oh god, and then there was this other dream where you were my maid and it was just us alone." He breathed, placing his hands over his cheeks, dragging them down in exasperation.

"You're a perv..." I said in realization.

"It wasn't my fucking fault okay." Harry propped himself up to glare at me.

"You were the one wearing something a maid should never ever fucking wear so whose fault was that hm." He quickly defended.

"Mine." I shrunk into my blanket.

"Exactly, you should be ashamed." He finished with a raise of his chin as my eyes watered.

"I'm ashamed." My voice quivered, breathing heavy as Harry stared at me with a straight face.

His hand suddenly rose, his pointer and middle finger the only thing touching my blanket, like his hand had little legs that were kicking.

He made his hand do a little can can dance as I watched and wiggled with interest, trying to dance with it while he watched me with a small smile.

"Ron, do you want me to touch you." Harry suddenly asked in a low voice, making his hand walk up my blanket, traveling higher and higher to my face as I nodded.

He grinned.

"Suffocation." He said, making his hand walk over my lips to my nose where he pinched and plugged it as I flailed, breathing through my mouth and glaring at him as he laughed.

"You're rude." My voice came out nasally before he released my nose, making me scrunch it from the pressure.

"You're drunk. Which is the only reason why I'm not hard core making out with your stupid face at the moment." Harry laid back down, staring up at the ceiling with his head over his hands behind his skull.

"Want you to be aware of what I'm doing to you and what you're doing to me." He murmured, his voice so soft I barely heard it.

"What'd you say? Speak up!" I raised my voice before he grit his teeth, glaring my way until he grabbed my ear.

"You're a ratchet girl!" He yelled into my ear as I let out a just as loud "ah" cringing away from him with a wince.

"Too loud." I frowned, trying to inch away from him like a worm.

Harry watched me with interest, a thoughtful look on his attractive face before he spoke up.

"What happened between us." He wondered out loud as I rolled over to look at him.

"It was so simple, we had this whole teasing, insulting dynamic going on, and then we kissed and I don't even know what to do with you anymore." He sighed, a small, dimpled smile of endearment over his face.

"I like you Harry, I know you're a good person deep down. You just conform and turn into someone different around other people. But I see how you are with me, and with Polly. You're not like Rice." I truthfully told him, my words slurred and eyelids heavy.

"I think you mean Royce-"

"Fucking Roast, he was an asshole. I hate him, he's stupid. Where does he lives ima kill him to death." I fumbled with my words.

"A few houses down to the left, calm yourself. You can't even speak right now." Harry calmly cautioned.

"And saying you're going to kill someone to death is stupid, it's already implied that when you kill someone-"

"Shut up rich Boy." I snapped, glaring at him in my blanket cocoon.

"Why don't you shut up you delinquent." Harry shot back.

"Fuck you." I struggled to let my middle finger show.

A dark grin spread across his face.

           My throat hurt from screaming.

"I'll kick you down the stairs I swear to god." Harry laughed, teasing me by rolling me close to the edge of the stairs as I fumbled in the blanket.

I coughed, feeling tired.

Harry paused, rolling me on my back to check on me.

"Hey, you okay?" He asked, peering down at me with a gentle look as I slowly blinked up at him.

"Can I please have a glass of water." I kindly requested in a hoarse voice as he sat me up, making sure to away from the stairs.

"Sure, Voss or Fiji?" He asked.

"No, water." I shook my head.

"That's what I just said, Voss or Fiji." Harry impatiently said.

"Water."

"Oh my fucking god Ron they're both water- you know what." He closed his eyes, slowly inhaling and collecting himself.

"Alright, fine, I'll go get you water. Stay." He advised, putting his hands out in front of him, observing me with a wary look before heading down the lavish spiral staircase.

I moved.

His head slowly peeked around the corner to look at me.

"What the fuck did I just say." Harry warned with a point of his finger my way.

I didn't answer, frowning.

"That you have dirty dreams about me." I muttered as his glare became murderous.

He didn't respond, most likely because he had nothing to say before he went back downstairs, grumbling under his breath.

When I made sure he was completely gone I struggled to get out of my restraints, wiggling out of my blanket before standing to my feet and stretching.

I traveled downstairs on light footsteps, eyeing the tennis racket near the door and hearing Harry's casual whistling in the kitchen before I grabbed the sporting gear, twirling it in my palm and stepping out.

My face was greeted with a warm breeze before I spotted Ross a few mansions down with his white Lamborghini, his blonde, slicked hair gleaming under the sunlight, almost making his head create a blinding shine before he walked back into his place, busily talking on his phone.

With that, I walked over to the shiny, new looking vehicle parked in the front, weighing the racket in one palm.

The sound of glass breaking was heard throughout the block as I rammed the racket into the tinted window of the car.

"What the hell- what the actual fuck are you doing! That's my car!" Royce came out of his place, yelling in horror and anger when he spotted me damaging his Lamborghini, swinging like a mad woman over and over like some caffeined hulk.

"Ron! I left you for like a second!" Harry's voice became louder as he grabbed my wrists, stopping me from hitting the front window while I was breathing raggedly.

"Control your fucking slut!" Royce snapped, face red with rage as the veins in his neck poked out.

Harry paused, his hold on my wrists loosening as he stared at the preppy boy.

"Hand me the racket." He demanded in a chillingly calm tone, palm outstretched as Royce's eyes widened.

"Don't you even think about it Styles or you'll regret-"

The second I gave Harry the racket he gripped it tight in his large hand and brought it down onto the front window, shattering the glass with one hit as I repeatedly kicked the front of the car while Royce screamed in horror at the side, hands fisting and messing up his golden, styled locks.

Another car rolled near us on the street, our friends watching us inside the vehicle.

Alan came out, holding a sack of flour before joining us, beating the hood of the car with the large sack of flour.

"Was Alan even there when Royce was talking shit..." Ethan's voice was heard from the other car.

"It's Alan, I don't think he needs a reason to damage something expensive..." Polly answered, the two watching as Harry continued to whack a mole the beat up car while Alan crawled on top of the Lamborghini, pelting it with the sack of flour as I attempted to poke holes in the tires with the end of my earrings that I took off.

Arlo was the one to get out of Polly's car with raised arms when Royce continued screaming in terror at the sight of his precious object being wrecked.

"Woah, woah you guys. Spread love not hate, look at yourselves." He said, disappointment behind his calm voice.

Harry, Alan, and I all stopped, shoulders tense and chests heaving to look at him.

"Here you are trying to create damage his machine when really, all you're damaging is your souls." He placed his hand over his heart.

"We are not monsters, we are lovers, peace and harmony is what's rooted deep within us-"

"He hopes all whales die." I spoke up, holding my earring like a weapon as Arlo blinked, stopping completely before his usual relaxed face twisted in a picture of rage.

"You fucking cunt!" Arlo spat, pointing at a confused Royce before Arlo angrily walked back into Polly's car, going to the driver's side while Polly and Ethan were chilling in the back, hugging one another with ride eyes when he shifted the vehicle into gear.

"This is for the whales!" Arlo snapped, his head out through the car window before our eyes widened, Ethan and Polly clutching to each other for dear life in the back as Harry, Alan, Royce and I scrambled away, as far as we could before Arlo drove the car right into what was left of Royce's Lamborghini.

AN: goals.