Harry was just a large lump on my couch underneath my blanket as I sat on the ground looking at my taxes, putting in a few numbers with a blunt tucked between my fingers.

His head peeked out, his messy fluff of brown hair popping up as he regarded me with squinted eyes.

"What time is it..." Harry's raspy, groggy voice spoke.

"Five o'clock." I responded.

His gaze fell to the blunt that I brought to my lips, taking a drag before I looked up to meet his eyes at the sound of disgust that left his lips.

"I was gonna get a kiss so I can get the hell out of here but I'm not really in the mood for the taste of weed and lung cancer." He sassily stated, pursing his lips and giving me a judgmental once over as I stared back at him, the smoke escaping my mouth and nose before I brought a hand to my throat.

"Sorry, what was that sweetheart." I croaked in a scratchy, dramatic smoker's voice, pressing my throat like there was a hole in it as Harry rolled his eyes, dropping his tired head back onto my sofa with a groan.

"You always smoke weed when doing your taxes?" He made a face before sending me a passive aggressive smile, his face squished slightly against the cushions.

I smirked, getting up.

"Don't touch me you stoner." Harry snapped, trying to hide behind the blanket before I approached him.

I crouched down, so I would be eye level to him as I lifted the blanket from his face, revealing his irritated expression.

"Ever had a shotgun kiss?" I raised my brow.

"Um no because I don't fucking kiss guns?" He furrowed his brows.

"Sit up." I smiled, standing to my feet as I heard him release a sigh, rubbing his eyes and sitting himself up.

"Now don't freak out." I cautioned as he looked up to give me a look before rolling his eyes.

"I'm not freaking ou-"

I sat myself on his lap, straddling him.

"I'm freaking out." He sharply inhaled with wide eyes, shifting slightly underneath me, hands stiff at his sides making sure not to touch me.

"I know it's weird, just lay your head back." I casually instructed, pretty comfortable as he followed, tilting his head back letting it rest on the couch, his sharp jawline and the rise and fall of his adam's apple accentuated as he swallowed.

"Alright, now what." He said, looking at me in confusion.

"Ah," I told him, opening my mouth waiting for him to copy my actions like I was the dentist and he was the patient.

The comparison popped up in my head but I didn't bother telling Harry just in case he turned it into another kinky wet dream of his.

That's right, this girl remembered.

"Ah." Harry opened his mouth as I gently grabbed his jaw, taking a drag of my blunt before leaning forward and pressing my open mouth above his, our lips only grazing as I exhaled the smoke into his awaiting mouth while his eyes fluttered in response.

When I pulled back Harry blew out smoke from his own mouth with a dazed, relaxed look as he opened his half lidded eyes.

"Woah..." He slowly blinked, a lazy, dimpled grin spreading across his face before he looked at me.

"Nice right? It's like a momma chick feeding her baby chicks marijuana." I said with a nod as he relaxed underneath me.

"Again." He requested with a cheeky smile, settling into the cushions head back waiting for me as I handed him the blunt itself, only for him to decline it with a shake of his head.

"No," Harry frowned before bringing his fingers to trace my lower lip.

"From here." He said, lightly tapping my lips as I smirked, pursing them with a slight shake of my head.

"Alright birthday boy, one hit coming up." I
told him as he obediently waited, watching me take a slow drag before I leaned forward, this time with him lifting his head up from the sofa, eagerly meeting me halfway.

Harry seemed to breathe me in as I exhaled before sealing his lips with mine, my hands over the back of the couch behind him and his fiercely gripping the cushions, deepening the kiss with a soft groan before the sound of my front door suddenly opened.

I quickly got off Harry who sat rigid in his spot on the couch, quickly grabbing the blanket and putting it over his lap with a flushed face while I settled to the far side of the sofa, right as Arlo walked in.

"Oh, hey there." Arlo slowly nodded, his voice and smile somewhat like a sloth's as he looked at his twin brother in the living room.

Harry kept his mouth shut, not saying anything for a moment before...

"Hey." Harry coughed out, smoke escaping his mouth and drifting up his face before he cleared his throat, hacking his lungs out and heaving for a few seconds.

He then shifted back into the cushions, resting his arm back on the sofa trying to appear casual.

"Hey." Harry repeated in a more laid back tone, blinking the involuntary tears forming in his eyes.

"Woah, didn't know you were into that Mary bro, did you take a hit?" Arlo smiled in approval.

"Yes." I answered at the same time Harry said "no" in disgust.

"If you didn't take a hit..." Arlo began, pointing at Harry as if slowly piecing everything together.

"Then how come smoke came out of your mouth..." He dragged his ring clad finger in my direction with the blunt tucked between my own fingers.

Harry's eyes widened as he sent me a look for help.

"You're the one who said no, don't look at me." I gave him a quick once over in a "told you so" manner, turning my head and glancing at the wall as I took a drag.

Tried to help.

Really did.

"I think I see what's going on here..."

"No, no you don't. You don't see anything." Harry urgently cut his brother off with a frantic shake of his head.

"Sure I do, you," Arlo grinned from ear to ear, pointing at me.

"You got my brother to take a drag and he's embarrassed." Arlo said in realization, completely oblivious as Harry and I exchanged looks before we both nodded.

"Okay." I agreed.

"Sure." Harry said.

"How was the hike?" I asked, changing the subject.

"Totally refreshing. I brought these really cool pinecones." Arlo grinned, dropping the large backpack off his shoulders and retrieving a handful of oddly shaped pinecones, tossing them over to us.

I caught one with my hand.

Harry caught one with his face.

"Jesus Christ!" He cursed, the pinecone bouncing off his pretty face before he hunched over, hand over his forehead.

"Woops, happy birthday bro." Arlo said.

"Yeah, yeah, happy birthday." Harry waved him off with a grimace.

"Did you save me that birthday cornbread and trippy butter you promised?" Arlo turned to me as I nodded, getting up from the couch and passing him the blunt to which he gratefully took.

"Yeah, I'll heat it up." I was heading for the kitchen, doing as I said and getting the food before coming back into the living room, plopping myself in between Arlo, handing him the plate while Harry stayed silent.

"Ah sweet." Arlo goofily grinned as I rubbed his shoulder, giving him a quick hug.

"Happy birthday." I told him.

He smiled, stuffing his face.

"This has no GMO's right-"

"Eat your cornbread." I insisted, patting his back as he nodded continuing to munch while Harry picked at the blanket in his lap.

"Hey," I noticed his behavior, nudging him lightly.

"It's your birthday still too. Smile." I lightly teased, watching him flash me a fake, over dramatic smile before dropping it altogether with a deadpanned expression.

"By the way, not that I'm complaining because I'm feelin' real good right now but.. out of all foods why cornbread. Childhood thing?" Arlo innocently wondered making me turn my attention back to him.

"Childhood thing." I repeated, not caring to further elaborate as I switched the tv on.

I felt Harry move slightly besides me halfway through animal planet, which was Arlo's choice of entertainment of course.

"What, you're not gonna tell him about the whole mom thing." He whispered lowly under his breath, eyes trained on the tv screen like he was actually paying attention.

"Nah." I responded back just as quietly while Arlo was caught up with watching polar bears on melting ice.

I spotted Harry and his pleased expression from the corner of my eye, not missing the small smile on his face as all three of us watched.

To the outside, nothing changed between Harry and I.

"What do you see?" Harry had asked on Tuesday when we were with Polly and Ethan, gesturing over to some famous abstract painting in the lavish museum we were in with only the most "iconic" arts according to Harry.

"Um, lines." I responded, eyes flickering over the colorful canvas.

"No," Harry snapped with an offended expression, lowering his glass of champagne as if I was some mere mortal who couldn't grasp the work of genius that was in front of me.

"You have to look beyond that, what does it mean, how do you feel when you look at it." He grabbed my chin, turning it so I was looking back at the painting and patiently waiting for my opinion.

I peered at it in thought.

"Colorful lines..." I elaborated with a drift of my gaze before Harry dropped his hand away from my chin with a vexed expression.

"I'm five seconds away from bashing your pretty face into this painting." He muttered in irritation.

"Do it, I'll still look better than you." I murmured back, my words hidden behind my glass as I looked away and took a sip before he glared at me.

"What did you just say to me-"

"Can you two just be civil for once, Harry, you're yelling in a museum." Polly pointed out with a sad frown, Ethan at her side as they approached us while Harry and I finally looked around to find everyone in the room staring at us.

"Can I go home now?" I asked as she sent me a knowing smile with a clear shake her head.

"Yeah, why is she even here again if she can't even begin to really appreciate and respect true art." Harry criticized, gesturing over to me.

"I do appreciate and respect myself." I smirked.

He looked at me for a few moments, blinking before catching on and scowling.

"You are so full of yourself I swear-"

"You guys, ugh, Ethan please help me out and tell them to be nice to each other." Polly requested, tugging on her boyfriend's arm as he looked away from one of the art statues to stare at us.

"Be nice to each other." Ethan told us with a straight face.

Polly shifted her weight on one foot, crossing her arms over her chest and looking up at him.

"Really." She said in exasperation.

"What, I did what you told me," Ethan glanced down at her in confusion like a rejected puppy as they bickered.

"Meet me in the bathroom in five." Harry's soft voice sounded from besides me as I turned my head to him, his eyes set straight in front of him like he didn't say anything before he turned his gaze to mine, gazes locking briefly until a smirk made its way to his face and he walked away.

Yes, to the outside world nothing had changed between us.

"It's supposed to express a feeling of loneliness." Harry elaborated about the painting, the both of us sitting on the marble counters in the girl's bathroom with our backs pressed against the cold glass, our legs dangling besides each other.

"Are you sure it's not just... lines." I commented in confusion as he sighed.

"Come here." He fully turned his body, leaning forward gesturing me to come closer as I followed his orders, watching him close his eyes to give me a quick peck before pulling back.

"Now on the surface, that was just a kiss. If anyone saw us it just looked like a normal kiss right?" Harry raised his brow.

I nodded.

He darted his tongue out to wet his lips, gazing over my face before he leaned in again, slower this time until our lips were fully pressed and he captured me in a lazy, passionate kiss, our tongues meeting, lips molding, and breaths mingling while we tilted our heads, his hand cradling my face to keep me to him before we separated, breathing heavily.

"Now how did that feel." He asked in a husky tone, lips still slightly brushing against mine as he spoke, his chest rising and falling in shallow descents.

"Good, it felt good." I shuddered when his lower lip touched mine again.

"Made you feel good didn't it." He continued in a low voice as I swallowed, nodding, feeling him move his lips to graze the side of my jaw as my breath hitched.

"Does it make you want to do something to me," He teasingly question, his warm breath at my ear as I leaned into him.

"With me." Harry's nose trailed up the side of my neck before I let out a small, blissful "mhm," wanting to kiss him again and doing just that as my hands drifted to his shoulders, rising up to his soft, brown hair and tangling themselves in his locks.

He released my lips from his own with a broad grin.

"Exactly," He said, placing his pointer finger over my pursed lips while I blinked at him in confusion.

"Art may look simple at first glance but if you go deeper it makes you feel. The best art can inspire and motivate a person, maybe to do things like... I don't know, attempting to grope me in the girl's bathroom." Harry pondered with an innocent smile before slowly raising a red card between us as I stared at him.

"You dirty perv, go cool down a bit yeah?" He chuckled, tapping my nose with the card as I sighed, rolling my eyes and grabbing the card right out of his hand, hopping off the counter and leaving the bathroom hearing his annoying laughter echo and bounce off the bathroom walls.

           Although kissing Harry was fun, nothing could beat my Saturdays.

On Saturday, I got to spend time with my Gus.

"You're dead!" I snapped, holding my burnt toaster that he had ruined as he laughed with no care, running as fast as his eight year old legs could run, especially in the small space of my flat, weaving through the cluttered ground and furnitures.

"I told you a hundred times not to melt any of your toys over the toaster." I grit my teeth, the couch the only thing separating us as he darted this way and that, trying to fake a left only for me to predict his next move when he headed for the right, making new catch him in my free arm.

"You owe me a new toaster." I told him as he screamed, flailing in my grasp before I dropped the damaged toaster and grabbed the hem of his underwear, giving him a wedgie that made him hover a few inches off the ground.

"My balls! My balls!" He cried, hanging from my hold by his boxers and grasping his crotch with a reddened face right as Ethan walked in with a bottle of beer.

He looked at my nephew, then at me.

"Do you still have any pizza left from last night?" Ethan casually asked as Gus widened his eyes.

"Um hello, ass burning, balls crushing!" Gus gestured to behind him where I stood before I released his underwear from my grasp as he dropped to the ground with a groan.

"Fix my toaster." I told him, his face pressed against my ground as he extended his hand out expectantly for the broken appliance as I handed it to him, knowing he could fix it.

Gus was kind of a genius and made sure everyone knew it.

"Hey, how about I take you to the bar, hook you up with some chocolate milk." Ethan whispered to the little boy, kneeling in front of him as Gus raised himself from the ground with excitement.

"Um, I don't think so, last time my sister found out you took Gus to your bar she was ready to run you over in her Honda." I reminded the two as they released small "aw's" of disappointment.

"I thought you were supposed to be the cool aunt and cool hypothetical uncle." Gus complained while Ethan ruffled the kid's brown hair.

"We are smart ass." Ethan said as I took out my pay from yesterday at the restaurant, catching his attention.

"Hey, heads up." He called out to me, throwing me a tied, thick wad of cash to add my way.

"Where do you two even put all that extra money?" Gus skeptically wondered as Ethan remarked that it was none of his business, causing Gus to attack him as the two began to wrestle in my living room while I headed for my room, sliding open my closet and moving a few boxes aside to reveal a black safe.

I put in the passcode, turning the dial quickly like I had done many times before, opening it and taking out the only object kept inside it, grabbing the big cash stuffed jar with the label "Dream" and putting Ethan and my money in it.

When I made sure everything was put back in it's place, I got up from the floor, heading back to my living room where Gus was suffocating Ethan with a pillow.

"No stains on my carpets please." I spoke up, plopping down on my couch and watching the two try to strangle one another.

"Fuck, I just realized I gotta get back to work soon." Ethan muttered from the floor, trapping a struggling Gus in a headlock as he messed his hair with his tattooed knuckles.

"What? You're really gonna leave me with her." Gus said, his eyes catching mine before a cheeky grin spread across his face before I yanked him to me, doing something that he absolutely hated.

"You wanna be like that, hm?" I showered him with wet, loud kisses as he tried to block his face with his hands, screaming "ew, ew, ew!"

Ethan smiled, watching us.

"You know what, I'm gonna close off the bar for the rest of the day." Ethan decided, patting his knees and rising from the ground as both Gus and I froze.

"Really? Awesome!" Gus cheered as Ethan and I exchanged small grins.

"I'll be back." He promised, heading for the door while Gus and I waved goodbye before Gus went back to showing me his "manly armpit" hair he was trying to grow.

"Harry?" Ethan's confused voice sounded from the entrance, making me look over at the door, blinking before I approached Ethan who stared at something in the hallway.

Harry awkwardly fumbled out of the large potted plant he was hiding behind, spitting out a few leaves away from his mouth, pushing the foliage away from him and leaning against the wall with a forced smile.

"Oh hey- hey you guys, funny seeing you two here." Harry ran a nervous hand through his hair, letting out an overly loud laugh as Ethan and I stood at my open door.

"Um... this is where Ron lives..." Ethan trailed off as I felt Gus appear at my side, trying to take a peek at Harry out of curiosity.

"Really? Had no idea." Harry swallowed, still plastering a shaky grin. 

"Hey mister, you rich?" Gus suddenly spoke up, pushing past Ethan and I to eye up Harry in his new looking, bright polo shirt, a pair of brand name sunglasses clipped to it with a Louis Vuitton belt clasped around his waist.

"You sure look rich..." Gus observed.

"Who are you again?" Harry smirked in amusement.

"Gus, Ron's nephew, eight year old genius, part time flute recorder player and all time amazing. Can I have money?" Gus introduced himself before extending his hand out.

Harry surprisingly smiled.

"Nice try kid-" Ethan began before Harry took out his leather wallet.

"I think I may have a few hundred bucks I keep around." Harry licked he pad of his thumb, revealing multiple hundred bills aligned neatly in his wallet before he slipped one out, handing it to my wide eyed nephew like it was no big deal as Ethan and I gaped at the exchange.

"Ethan, Polly's boyfriend, twenty three year old part time bar owner and full time broke ass." Ethan quickly cut in, extending his hand out in front of Harry.

"Ron, Harry's enemy, twenty three year old land lady and full time bitch." I also introduced, bringing my open palm out as Harry dismissed us with an amused scoff, stuffing his wallet back into the back pocket of his shorts as Ethan and I deflated in disappointment.

"I like you!" Gus exclaimed, attacking Harry in a hug.

"You can't like someone just because they have a lot of money." Ethan advised with a raise of his brow.

"Benjamin Franklin begs to differ." Gus shot back with a tiny smirk, straightening the one hundred dollar bill in his hand, flaunting it in front of us as I leaned against the doorframe.

"Alright, how about you go and help Ethan close the bar and when you get back there'll be two bowls of ice cream waiting for you." I proposed, causing Gus to beam up at me with joy.

"Sweet." Him and Ethan said, high giving before turning and leaving as Harry stayed at my side, strangely silent and calm as he watched them disappear around the corner.

"So, your nephew huh." Harry finally spoke up besides me, our eyes still gazing down the now empty hall as I released a small breath.

"Yup." I simply said, bringing my lips inward, waiting for what he had to say next.

I knew it was coming.

Just say it already, say what you're thinking.

"You know," Harry began, shifting slightly on his feet while we stood there in the hallway.

"Your nephew Gus looks a lot like you and Ethan." He said, his sentence not an assumption, but a statement before I felt his eyes on me.

I didn't say anything.

AN: and so it begins...