"I don't get it, why is Harry having his halloween party so early." I spoke up, both Ethan and I looking at the large mansion in front of us, finding it just a bit off-putting that it was 4 o'clock in the middle of the day with all the colorful lights and screams of celebration from inside the spacious, luxurious house.

"Told him we'd have to cancel going if it was too late in the night since we're taking Gus trick or treating later." Ethan informed, readjusting his costume.

"He's been really insistent we come, I'm just glad that I know he really wants Polly and I back together." He breathed out, trying to relax his stiff, broad shoulders as I slowly turned my head to give him a look.

"He gave you a peasant costume for the party." I pointed out, eyes flickering over his Shakespearean attire.

"Yeah, what about your costume." He shot back with a smirk, taking in my plain white shirt and blue jeans.

"I dressed up as a rich person." I shrugged.

"In what way."

I turned so back was facing him, bringing my arms around me and showing the tag of my shirt to him where I crossed out the label Target and scribbled Gucci over it.

"Seems legit." Ethan acknowledged, exchanging smirks with me before we headed inside.

The entire place just simply radiated with good, genuine fun as people laughed and enjoyed themselves in their costumes, chugging down drinks and jumping in the pool with all their clothes on as Ethan and I tried to find the only people we knew at this party, passing by a mermaid making out with an astronaut on the nearest couch before we spotted Harry and Polly.

Despite the elaborate and detailed costumes everyone was wearing, Harry's regular black t-shirt and jeans was the most surprising to me out of everyone, even besides Polly's princess costume.

I had never seen him dressed so... casually, with his brown waves of hair messily tossed and jeans even wrinkled as I couldn't help but smile at the sight of him, knowing there was a smile on Ethan's face as well while he stared at Polly.

Polly spotted us, beaming with her blonde hair curled and a golden legitimate looking crown on her head before Harry looked over at us, his green eyes immediately zeroing in on me as an eager, dimpled grin spread across his lips.

Unfortunately for Ethan and I, the moment of joy we found in seeing the people we like vanished completely when Polly waved at us, using her other free hand to grab Harry's and drag him towards us, a slight grimace on his face masked by a forced grin.

My smile and Ethan's instantly fell.

"Ah you guys came! And your costumes look amazing!" Polly hopped slightly in excitement when her and Harry were in front of us, still holding onto his hand where Ethan and I had to forcefully tear our eyes away from before we both bore tight, pained smiles.

"Don't you wear that everyday." Harry snorted, giving my plain shirt and jeans a once over, obviously trying to get a reaction as I simply smirked while Polly frowned, elbowing him to tone it down.

"I'm a rich person, see, the tag say Gucci-"

"I'm a poor person." Harry cut me off with a grin, pointing at me in awe before he gestured to his plain shirt and jeans as well, then turning to show me the Gucci labeled tag that he crossed out and wrote the brand Target over while Polly and Ethan were awkwardly entangled in their own conversation on the side.

"You know you could've just got a Target shirt." I pointed out, trying to stop myself from smiling as he squinted his eyes, sending me a cute, playful look.

"You know you could've just got a Gucci shirt." He shot back.

"No, no I really couldn't." I shook my head with a small bubble of laughter escaping my throat, causing his dimples to poke out from his cheeks as he stared at me, a soft look in his eyes before Polly's voice snapped us back to reality.

"I kept insisting on Harry to wear the original costume I got for him but he wouldn't budge. Now look at us, Ethan and I are matching and Harry and Ron are twinning." Polly pointed out with a gleeful expression as we all forced out tense, half hearted laughs of agreement.

"Just letting you guys know, you hired some lazy ass chef who didn't give two fucks about the cuts on these rose apples." Alan joined us in his pirate costume that actually fit him quite well, talking while munching on one of the snacks, an apple cut and shaped into a small rose as he bit into it while Harry stared at him.

"I hired you to be the chef." Harry said after a few moments as we all turned our heads to Alan who continued to slowly munch on his food.

"Yeah, that's how I know the chef didn't give two fucks." He said through a mouthful of food, giving him a sly wink with his eye that wasn't covered with an eye patch.

"Hey my party people..." A laid back, raspy voice suddenly trailed off as Arlo approached our group, his entire, tall frame covered in some type of cardboard tube as he held his arms out, actual branches in his grasp with a bunch of leaves over his head.

We all stared at his costume.

"I'm a tree." He smiled, slowly nodding with half closed eyes like he was high before he raised his branches, making sure to tickle my nose with one of the leaves as I scrunched my face and chuckled.

"All this time I thought you were just a hippie in a cardboard tube holding branches." Alan noted.

"How the hell did you even get here, I only got Ethan and Vee off the hook with their suspension and Alan was released from his cause of his job." Harry brought up, squinting his eyes at his twin.

"Vee?" Everyone aside from Harry and I echoed out in confusion with scrunched brows as they all looked at Harry who blinked, realizing his slip.

"Who the hell's Vee?" Ethan questioned as Harry's shoulders stiffened.

"You know, Ron. I meant Ron." Harry's sheepish voice feebly explained as he awkwardly gestured over to me, rubbing the back of his neck while the tips of his ears turned a light shade of red.

I calmly waved when all eyes were on me.

"So Vee.... as in her vagina....?" Arlo slowly questioned in a lost tone.

"No, Vee as in her full name Veronica." Harry quickly snapped at his brother who put his branches up in surrender with wide eyes.

"How did you get past the security around the neighborhood anyways?" Polly spoke up in a questioning tone as Arlo grinned.

"Watch." He mouthed, sending us an expectant look before he pointed at the security guards across the room, crouching and weaving his way through people towards the guards looking like some type of moving shrub before getting closer.

We all watched as Arlo crept behind one of the security guards, tapping their shoulder making them turn right as he completely straightened and looked right ahead of him, pretending to be an actual tree.

Harry, Alan, Ethan, Polly and I all stayed quiet.

"So who's gonna tell him those are people dressed in costumes and aren't actual security guards." Harry spoke up as we all watched the two people Arlo bothered exchange freaked out expressions, glancing back at Arlo who was still staring straight ahead of him frozen with his branches out, not even blinking.

The two party goers tried to shuffle away from Arlo who sent us a big thumbs up and smile from across the room.

"I volunteer to murder him for paper." Alan broke the awkward silence while we all slowly gave the hippie a thumbs up.

"I'm so glad that we're all here. You all look so amazing, and it's so cute how you two came here together." Polly complimented, squeezing Harry's hand and resting her head on his tense bicep as Ethan and I stood there, gritting our teeth.

To the eyes of anyone outside of our group we were four friends having a typical, casual conversation.

In reality, the messages behind our fake smiles and cheerily tense words were crystal clear.

Here's some translation.

"Yup, Ron's my date." Ethan said through clenched teeth at the same time I released a small "we're here together" with a shaky smile.

Translation: "We fucking hate this."

Ethan attempted to sling his arm around my shoulder while I awkwardly touched his hand on my shoulder, not knowing what to do before we scooted closer, our arms touching as Harry's heated gaze picked up on the slight contact.

"Wow, you two are sure touchy feely today." Harry laughed out with a tight expression, staring at Ethan.

Translation: "Get your fucking hand off her."

"Well aren't we all." I casually shrugged with a smile, focusing on Harry's hand in Polly's.

Translation: "Fuck off, you have no right to talk."

"I can already tell this is going to be such a fun party." Polly piped up with an excited squeal.

Translation: "I'm completely oblivious to all the tension surrounding me at the moment."

"Same here." Ethan smiled.

Translation: "I want to shoot myself."

"Ditto." Harry grit out.

Translation: "Shoot me first."

"This is so awkward, I'm loving it." Alan laughed at the side, earning a glare from everyone except for a confused Polly.

Translation: "This is so awkward, I'm loving it."

Alan was clearly the only one enjoying all of this, along with Polly who still didn't fully understand what was going on.

It felt like everyone was moving around us, having fun, laughing, dancing, kissing, and Ethan and I sat still on the couch, brooding, slumped bodies as Polly spoke, sitting on the couch across from us right on Harry's lap.

Harry looked like he wanted to detach and cut off his entire upper body away from his lower where Polly was suffocating his legs with her ass.

I closed my eyes to collect myself.

Breathe Ron, this isn't Polly's fault.

When I opened my eyes, I instantly regretted it the moment I watched Polly lean forward, hands framing Harry's sharp jaw before her mouth delved onto his with some immediate tongue action as his panicked gaze immediately went to mine and although he looked uncomfortable, he did nothing to stop her.

Somewhere besides me Ethan broke the glass cup that was in his hand but I couldn't even check on him since I was already up and leaving, making my way past happy people with a hurt look before I heard his damn fucking voice behind me.

"Vee! Vee wait! Can you just wait-" Harry called out to me in a desperate tone, my steps only quickening before I felt his large hand grasp my wrist, causing goosebumps to shoot all over my skin before I wrenched myself away from his prying hold.

"It may not seem like it but I'm not mad." I turned to him with a calm expression as he reeled back with his arms over his head, like he was expecting a hit from me.

"Well... you sure seem mad." He mumbled, cautiously lowering his defense as he straightened.

"I'm not happy but I respect your choice with being with Polly." I spoke slowly as a flood of relief washed over his handsome features.

"Oh, okay-"

"But that means you need to respect my choice of not wanting to sit there and watch you make out with someone else." The serious tone in my cold voice caught Harry's attention as he paused, his mouth ajar, opening and closing trying to come up with something to say but finding nothing before I turned to leave, only to crash into someone else in the process as their drink fell and spilled all over me.

"Oh my gosh I'm so sorr- oh. It's you two." Harry's kind-of ex girl from Polly's yacht party Bridget pursed her pink glossed lips, collecting herself as she held her now empty cup since I was pretty much wearing whatever drink she was having over my drenched clothes while she posed in her playboy bunny costume.

"God how the hell did you get in here." Harry approached my side, giving her a look before he stretched the fabric of his shirt, using it as a cloth to dab and wipe the liquid from my face.

"Mm," I whined in irritation, annoyed with everything and being problematic as I tried to move my face away, only making Harry roll his eyes before grabbed my chin, peering down at me in concentration as he used his Gucci shirt to wipe my face.

"Don't be fucking stubborn." He muttered under his breath as I stayed completely still with a blank expression, letting him dry me.

"I see you two are still in your disgusting threesome relationship." Bridget sneered with disdain as Harry and I turned our attention to her.

"We're not in a threesome relationship." Harry and I snapped at her in unison, right as Alan passed by behind us, pausing and retracting his hands back when he overheard our statements as he slapped his hands on both of our shoulders.

"Hey guys, thanks again for letting me hit it from the back Harry, and good job with sucking him off while I was going at it Ron." Alan smirked an evil, devious grin, pleased to see the horrified expression cross of Bridget's face before he clicked his tongue, pointing at us and leaving us with a nauseas looking Bridget.

"Fuck I hate him." Harry pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration as I slowly inhaled.

"You know, there are extra costumes in the closet at the front for guests who don't have any." Bridget suddenly informed, gesturing to the direction with a point of her acrylic nail, innocently batting her long lashes at me.

"I can just lend her my clothes." Harry spoke up, physically stopping me from going over to the closet with a gentle grasp of my arm.

"Oh, Polly wanted me to give you this since you wouldn't listen to her the first time she tried making you wear a costume." Bridget forced a tight smile, shoving a white sack with some type of clothing inside against Harry's broad chest.

I moved to leave when he was distracted with the new outfit he was looking at in confusion but his hold on me only tightened ever so slightly.

"It's fine, I need a costume for when I trick or treat with Gus tonight anyways." I dismissed him, managing to slip away from him and escape into the crowd, knowing this might not be such a bad decision since I forgot to purchase a real costume to wear with my son tonight with all the late night shifts I've been taking lately.

When I reached the closet and the last leftover costume was hanging on the only hanger in the small space, I realized why no one took it.

Not really caring either way I gave the outfit one last look before shrugging and closing the closet door to change as the party continued outside before I rid myself of my wet, sticky jeans and shirt.

Beggars can't be choosers.

The second I had the costume on and was situating the itchy wig on my head to go with everything I heard the door of the closet open before the lights went off and a bag was placed over my head from behind.

I would have struggled, but the snickering partiers were carrying me -where I had no idea- but it was nice not having to move my legs and walk to a location so I let them, knowing that I'd beat each and everyone of them the moment they set me down.

Which I did.

When my feet finally hit the ground after a few minutes of carrying me somewhere in Harry's house through the dancing crowd I kneed the closest person near me, the bag still over my head as I let a chorus of cringes echo in front of me, hinting that people were watching.

I heard the sound of heavy breathing from behind me, feeling someone try to advance and restrain me before I took a blind jut of my elbow, trying to calculate where the mystery person would be as I felt my elbow hit their jaw, the sound of a person falling with a remorseful groan following right after.

The bag suddenly flew off my head and I blinked, realizing I was at the very top of Harry's large marble staircase with a bunch of other girls in costumes as everyone laughed, my eyes staring back at the entire party of people who laughed, pointing and recording me.

I looked at the girls who also seemed to be on the large space on the top of the stairs with me, slightly huddled giggling and whispering as I noticed their outfits which were much different from mine.

They were dressed in either sensual clothing like a sexy nurse or a sexy.... nun?

I took a second glance at the leather tight nun with big boobs but kept silent as I looked over at girls who dressed in their best costumes, looking like angels, princesses, or cats while everyone laughed at me.

Me in my clown outfit.

I shuffled on my big red shoes, a clown nose just as big and just as red on my face along with a frizzy, multicolored afro on top of my head with a mismatched, bright colored baggy suspenders and outfit to tie everything together.

"Alright, how about we start our annual bidding shall we! Now how much would someone be willing to pay for a date with this foxy mama here!" One rich looking kid with gelled hair and a captain's hat hanging off the side of his head announced through a mic besides me, gesturing to a beautiful girl dressed in disco style clothing as everyone cheered as I put two and two together, now realizing why all the men looked so excited and the girls seemed so giddy.

This was an auction for dates.

"Five hundred!" Some guy yelled and it was as if the crowd were just blurs of multiple faces as the hoots and hollers surrounded me.

"We got five hundred, five hundred here for disco diva," The fast talking guy in charge pointed at someone in the back before someone yelled out a "six hundred" catching his attention.

"Six hundred! Six hundred right here!" The guy repeated into the mic, his voice booming as every guy and a few girls in the mash of people raised a bunch of bills and money in their eager hands.

"Six hundred going once, going twice, sold! Drunk Darth Vader in the back gets a date with the 80's disco chick!" The captain guy announced as everyone cheered and the Darth Vader dressed man in the back put his arms up, letting out a celebratory hoot while the Disco girl at the top of the stairs giggled.

This... was their charity fund?

"How about this little bunny right here? You can sure find more than one place to pet her am I right!" The announcer laughed as all the guys went wild when Bridget approached the front of the top of the stairs, prancing and sticking her butt out more with confidence, wagging her little cotton tail.

She caught my gaze before blowing a mocking kiss my way, pleased with my clown get up.

The men in the crowd somehow produced even more money from their pockets while they all yelled out their prices simultaneous.

"One thousand!"

"One thousand two hundred!"

"One thousand five hundred!"

"Two thousand!" Another screamed to the top of his lungs as the girl in the sexy nun costume basked in her "glory."

It was at this time that I finally snapped back to my senses, yawning against the back of my tattooed hand and turning to leave only to be stopped by the auctioneer with his captain hat and sunglasses, holding me back by my froofy collar, tugging me back until my body collided into his broad chest and he slung an arm over my shoulder.

"What about Miss Klutz over here huh? How much for her?" The guy announced into the microphone with a sly grin as everyone erupted into loud laughter.

"Two cents!" One guy yelled, cupping the sides of his mouth with a smirk.

"We got two cents, two cents over here!" The auctioneer had to hold back a few chuckles, stifling his laughter as he pointed at the guy.

"A penny!" Another girl added on as everyone lowered their hands, just screaming out the lowest prices and objects they could think of in exchange for a date with me as some type of joke while I stood there, wondering if this was what rich people really did with their lives.

"Negative five bucks!"

"Lint and a half eaten chili dog!"

"No the chili dog's too much for that!" Someone laughed in response causing everyone to continue their hysteria, including the guy who had me to him at the top of the stairs, leaning on me for support as he cradled his stomach, bending and laughing while Bridget simply smirked at me.

And then a hand all the way at the back confidently shot up above the crowd of hysterical people.

"One million dollars." A deep, familiar voice announce loudly.

Just like that the laughter seized all together, the captain at my side slowly straightening in confusion as everyone turned to stare at whoever was crazy enough to bid so much on a clown like me, the people separating to reveal the insane bidder.

Harry came into sight, hand raised high, face completely serious, now dressed in some kind of FBI police costume as his green eyes met mine from all the way at the bottom of the staircase.

"One million dollars." He repeated firmly, not hint of humor behind his tone or face.

"One million, he said one million." Some guy at the side laughed before his friend jabbed his side with an elbow.

"Cut it out Jared, I think the dude's serious." His friend whispered to him, making Jared stop, blinking in realization as everyone gawked at Harry in complete shock, including me.

"I am serious and I won't hesitate to outbid anyone even if it's past one million, so if you have a price you better name it right fucking now so I can top it already." Harry announced loudly, looking around, seeming to glare at each and every person around him with a threatening, unfearful gaze.

The room was completely silent aside for the accidental cough in the back of the crowd.

Bridget herself looked like her eyes were going to pop out of her sockets.

When no one made any move to say anything Harry ran his tongue along the inside of his cheek in a slick manner, continuing to glare at anyone near him before he moved forward, people stepping aside making way for him as he reached the stairs, traveling up while everyone watched him as he looked over at my face, keeping his heated, intense gaze right on me.

When he was in front of me I was for once quiet not because I wanted to be, but because I was utterly speechless as he took out a checkbook from his back pocket, actually shoving the guy with the microphone away from me before he snapped his fingers.

The stunned auctioneer blinked in realization, scrambling and patting down his pockets before he found a pen on him, handing it to Harry who clicked it quickly with a jerk of his thumb, scribbling down the one million dollars he promised before casually ripping the check from the book as if he had done it many times.

He then carelessly tossed it in the guy's face, causing him to try and catch it before it touched the ground as Harry turned his attention to me, respectfully placing his arm over my shoulder in a protective manner, much different from the way the auctioneer did as he lead me further up the stairs to the third floor of his mansion.

And as I turned and looked at Harry who kept his eyes straight ahead of him with furrowed brows, avoiding my gaze all the while as he ushered me away in his police uniform.

I felt like I was looking at him in a completely different perspective.

And there was nothing that could stop the smile that grew on my face before I looked away.

AN: Me (plays Kiwi in friend's car): *hums and mumbles* It's getting crazy, I think I'm losing it, I think I'm losing it.

Friend: this song sucks-

Me (turns up dial volume): IM HAVING YOUR BABY, IT'S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS

My friend and I go to this tea shop after school to do hw and it reminded me of 13 reasons why except for the whole slapping and backstabbing and slut shaming and ass rating part.

I like to show you guys just little parts of mah life you know, so you see me more as like a friend or a regular struggling 18 yr old girl instead of THAT ONE AUTHOR IN WATTPAD WHO NEEDS TO UPDATE. Lmao cause I think that too about other authors whose works I love.

Just letting you know I'll update Shapes probably when I'm finished with this story (which is almost done I think idk yet) because I can't seem to focus on any other work but this story and I don't want to write some half ass bullshit chapter of Shapes just for the sake of updating.

I always want to give you guys quality work and if I can't then I hold it off till I'm motivated and can actually give you some good shit.