By the look on Harry's face, he was more than pissed, his ring clad fingers twitching like he wanted to curl them into a fist and punch something, or someone- like Ethan.

"You know what," Harry spoke up first before I could respond to his question, pushing himself off the doorframe and raising his hands up as if to pause everything.

"You need to not use your friend as a type of sick distraction and face your fucking feelings." He snapped at Ethan, wedging himself between Ethan and I before he turned his head over at the open door.

"You need to not fucking run off without letting him say what he needs to say." Harry pointed at the entrance as Ethan and I looked over to the direction he was gesturing at before a certain blonde slowly peeked her head out, revealing her face as Polly stared back at us with wide doe eyes.

"I found her!" Ethan suddenly announced in a loud, victorious voice, childishly pointing at Polly who fully emerged from the hallway where she had been hiding as Harry gave Ethan a look while I briefly closed my eyes for a moment and rubbed at my temples in response to this entire chaotic mess.

"And you," Harry turned to me with a sharp glare as I stared up at him with slightly widened eyes.

"You're gonna get a fucking spanking if I don't like your response." He warned, the tone in his voice making me aware that he was joking, giving me an empty threat as his sentence echoed in my head.

A spanking.

An excited smile grew on my face.

"You two need to stop acting like children and start acting like the adults you are and talk this shit out. I don't care what you do or what it takes, clean your mess up just don't drag us into it." Harry pointed a stern finger between a speechless Ethan and Polly before grabbing my hand, tossing the keys to Ethan's flat he must have gotten from Polly onto the couch.

On that final note he dragged me out the door, holding my hand past his best friend who had her eyes on a certain, drunk tattooed man as I trailed behind him with a small smile, practically skipping along with his determined, angered strides down the hallway as I mentally chanted "spanking" in my head.

When we turned the corner he abruptly stopped, placing his large hands on my shoulders and keeping me to the wall before he lowered his head so we would be eye level together as I quickly dropped my smile, for the sake of the serious expression on his handsome face.

"Do you still love him." Harry lowly demanded, the edge to his tone emphasizing the slight fear in his green eyes as I stared back at him.

I opened my mouth to answer only for him to slap his palm against it.

"W-wait. Wait let me just, let me prepare." He panicked, gulping slightly as he closed his eyes, pursing his lips to slowly inhale and exhale while I blinked, waiting for him.

"Okay, I think I'm good." He said after a few moments, still looking a bit unnerved and anxious as he slowly peeled his hand away from my lips.

"Tell me." Harry whispered, nodding his head.

"I-"

"Wait don't tell me!" He panicked, slapping both of his hands back over my mouth with wide eyes.

I squinted my eyes at him.

"Okay fine tell me," He was hyperventilating now as he lifted his hands away.

I gave him a look, flickering my gaze over his tall frame in a quick once over, making sure he wouldn't try stopping me if I attempted to speak this time around.

I opened my mouth again.

"No wait! I changed my mind don't- ow!" Harry withdrew his hands from my lips completely when I bit him as I angrily stood there while he cradled his bitten hand, sending me a wide eyed stare.

"You bit me!" He snapped in disbelief as I crossed my arms over my chest, tilting my chin up to give my much shorter body a boost compared to his taller one.

"You won't let me talk." I told him.

"Tell me a lie." He suddenly said, the surprise on his face fleeting away as he locked his gaze with mine and waited, completely void of any emotion when my eyes met his.

Tell him a lie.

"I don't love Ethan as just a friend and I don't care about you." I said without hesitation, every word a lie as Harry searched my straight face, his lips pressed in a firm line as he stayed there, just looking at me in silence.

And then, a dimpled smile spread across his face.

"That's the best thing I've heard all week." Harry breathed out in a relieved exhale, framing my face with his hands and brushing a few curls of my short hair away from my forehead while I smiled, genuinely smiled as I held his wrists.

"Wait, how do I know you were lying though." He then said with a skeptical expression, dropping his hands and squinting his eyes at me.

"Because you asked for the lie." I countered.

"Then tell me the truth." Harry reiterated, placing one hand over the wall behind me, caging me in.

"I love Ethan as just a friend and I care about you." I said.

"Say the last part only." He requested.

"I care about you."

"Say it and add my name in the end."

"I care about you Harry." I followed his instructions, making him bite his lip to hold back his grin.

After that, the back and forth question and answering seemed to go as fast and intense as a ping pong match.

"How many fingers am I holding." He raised his hand.

"Three." I answered.

"What's two times two." Harry demanded.

"Four."

"How badly do I want to fuck you."

"Really badly."

"When I say nice piercings, you say," Harry then pointed at me.

"Nice overpriced extra small baby gap sweater." I said back, causing Harry to blink at me in response.

"Okay, that was oddly specific... and hurtful." He mocked a quick glare in my direction before continuing.

"Who's your sugar daddy."

"Myself."

"Who's your daddy."

"You."

Harry pursed his lips, trying not to look to pleased by my last response as he pushed himself off the wall, rubbing his sharp jawline and simply nodding at me, impressed.

He paced back and forth in front of me, looking like he was preparing to give me the biggest verbal beat down of the year as he simply nodded, scratching his chin before our eyes met.

"That's my fucking girl." He then said in approval, clapping, making me smile before he grinned, coming over and scooping me in his arms as I immediately jumped and wrapped my arms around his neck, our upturned lips meeting as my back hit the wall and he pinned me there against him.

My mouth immediately opened against his and my eyes fluttered close as I released a happy sigh, holding him closer as our lips moved together, not too slow and not too fast but just enough to leave the both of us panting and wanting more as his hand gripped the underside of my thighs, holding me up while my legs winded around his waist.

It would be a sight to see, Harry in his uptight sweater with a buttoned collar that was in a disarray due to my wondering tatted hands, his light pastel clothes contrasting against my dark ones as the preppy rich boy kept me, the tattooed chick with pixie hair and piercings against him with a soft groan.

I broke away first but went back in when Harry kept his lips to mine, pecking it and giving a quick kiss to my upper lip as I smiled, trying to catch my breath.

"Why- why did you come here?" I asked, panting slightly and feeling light headed as my brown eyes met his green ones, our noses brushing and small smiles on our faces unbreakable before he answered.

"When I went back upstairs and saw that you left I figured you went back home. I didn't know you'd be here, I just brought Polly here because I realized that I can't protect her from everything out there. I can only help her and bringing her to Ethan for them to talk was the best decision after what she told me happened between them." He explained, continuing to hold me, his hands traveling down to casually grip my ass as he spoke.

"And then I realized that it wasn't fair of me to make you wait or expect you to keep us a secret." Harry said, his eyes falling to my lips as his expression morphed into one of endearment while he peered down at me, our chests touching, heart beats beating erratically.

We kept eye contact for a moment and in that instance I knew we were thinking the same thing.

"You wanna go and check up on them and eavesdrop on their conversation?" I asked, bringing up Polly and Ethan as I nodded my head behind me down the hallway.

"Fuck yes." Harry said in agreement before he put me back on my feet and we both sprinted down the hall, stopping right near Ethan's still open door as we heard their voices while we pressed ourselves against the wall.

"I never told you this, but when I first saw you, I thought you were the prettiest girl I've ever seen." Ethan's slurred voice spoke.

"And now that you know who I really am you changed your mind." Polly's firm voice said, no hint of any crying or pity on her side as Harry and I exchanged looks, not liking where this conversation was going.

"I did." Ethan retorted.

"Now that I know who you really are, I definitely know you are the prettiest girl I've ever seen." Ethan's words shocked Harry and I as we repetitively hit one another's arms with wide eyes, freaking out.

At this point Harry was even fanning himself making me turn my head to give him a look until he started to fan me with how amazingly smooth and sweet that phrase Ethan just said was.

"Do not mess with me Ethan." Polly warned, her voice quivering slightly.

"I'm not messing with you Polly, I'm really not. You know why I'm so mad? I'm mad because you didn't tell me the truth sooner, you lied to me and had the nerve to get fucking pissy over me having a kid because you wanted there to be trust in our relationship." Ethan said with so much emotion in his voice I didn't know whether he'd end up punching a wall or crying in a ball by the end of this conversation.

You just never know with Ethan.

"I'm sorry okay. I really am, I know you're right, I was being a hypocrite but Gus is such a big part of your life I would have wanted to meet him since the very beginning. It's different, I was scared, meeting your son and you meeting my dick that you thought would be a vagina are two totally different experiences." Polly reasoned as Harry and I pursed our lips, shrugging and nodding in slight understanding as if we were part of the conversation.

"Haven't you figured it out? I love you Polly, I'm in love with you and I don't care if you're a boy, girl, or hybrid leprechaun alien I don't give a shit. Penis, vagina, lucky charmed antennae you're still Polly." Ethan's voice broke off as Harry and I silently clapped in the hallway away from the door, shaking our heads before Harry paused and mouthed "hybrid leprechaun alien" with furrowed brows, squinting his eyes at me.

"Ethan I-"

Polly's voice was suddenly cut off and muffled by something as Harry and I stared up at the ceiling, backs pressed to the wall listening.

"They're so making out right now." I betted in a soft whisper.

"Check." Harry commented besides me as I turned my head and looked at him.

"You check." I countered with a raised brow.

"No, you." He shot back.

We then simultaneously brought our fists between us, doing a quick rock, paper, scissors that I unfortunately lost, rolling my eyes when Harry knocked down my hand scissors with his fist and a triumphant smile.

I peeked my head into the room, finding Ethan and Polly making out on his living room floor as he held her to him.

"Oh yeah, they're busy." I confirmed our suspicions, retracting my head back into the hallway as Harry and I exchanged small smiles, laughing silently trying to suppress our chuckles as we left, his arm slinging over my shoulder and keeping me against his side as we walked away, heading to the elevator.

The second we got into his car Harry hoisted me over the console onto his lap, my back hitting the steering wheel of his Ferrari that I had fixed as he quickly rid me of my shirt, desperate to strip me down before he carelessly tossed it aside, our lips never detaching from one another.

"Fuck," He groaned into my mouth, grabbing what he could of my pixie hair to angle my head as our heavy breathing filled the small space of the car while I practically ripped open his buttoned shirt that was left when he had taken off his sweater, exposing his broad, hot chest that he let my fingers graze.

Still holding a fistful of my hair he pinned me back against the steering wheel, going forward and attacking my neck in needy, warm open mouthed kisses, trailing down to my bra covered chest and tracing the tattoos of my skin with his tongue making my head go back with parted lips and closed eyes.

Harry then brought his head, his hand leaving my hair to travel down to the back of my neck to keep my lips to his as his arm went around my waist to pull me closer before he spoke against my mouth.

"Fuck, I need you so fucking bad-"

The next thing I knew it was morning.

And my body was slightly sore.

Sunlight was peeking through the tinted windows of Harry's car as I slowly blinked, lifting my head up from his chest, realizing I had drooled as I wiped the corner of my mouth, looking at Harry who was knocked out, snoring, the both of us in the same position as we were before with our pants still on.

"Hey, hey. Harry." I whispered, straddling his lap as he continued to snore loudly while I lightly slapped his cheek until he awoke, straightening and blinking in a daze before our eyes locked.

"Did we...." I trailed off, raising my brows at him as he rested his head back on the leather seat, running a hand through his messed up bed hair.

"No, I had to get a condom from the glove compartment and the second my lips left your skin you just passed out on my chest, snoring." He informed, scratching his head still looking a bit sleepy, my hands over my lips both in shock at how nice Harry's morning deep, raspy voice sounded and the fact that I had fallen asleep.

"I'm sorry." I whispered, bringing my hands down as I stared at him only for him to grab me in a hug.

"It was like three in the morning anyways. I fell asleep right after." Harry assured me, tucking his chin over my head as I pressed my face against chest, subtly wiping whatever saliva I had accidentally left on him before my eyes suddenly widened.

"Oh shit what time is it." I abruptly raised my head in alarm, hitting Harry's chin in the process as he groaned out a whiney call of my name.

"Seven fifteen-" He groggily responded as I scrambled off him, going back to my own seat as I quickly put my shirt back on.

"Fuck, I'm already late for work. Harry I need to get to work." I rushed to readjust my shirt, stopping completely and letting my shoulders slump at the sight of Harry curling up and closing his eyes once again in his chair.

"Working class life seems so hard." He simply sighed with no care in the world as I narrowed my eyes at him.

My fist met his bicep in a quick punch.

"Hey!" Harry whipped his head to me, opening my eyes.

"Drive me to work." I requested with a huff, shifting in my seat and buckling up as he released a sigh.

"I don't know, not really used to being someone's personal chauffeur-"

"Babe come on." I said, giving him a cross look.

"Okay." Harry suddenly perked up, bringing his seat up and buckling himself in with the goofiest dimpled grin on his face as looked at me, looking like he was trying to hold back giggles as I stared at him with a calm raise of my brow.

Guess pet names were his weakness.

I had somewhat fixed myself by the time he rolled his Ferrari in front of the fancy, posh restaurant where I had thrown wine on him before, finding it ironic now that I look at it, especially when Harry was leaning over the console to kiss me.

"I didn't brush my teeth." I quickly remembered, straightening and covering my mouth, debating whether or not I'll have to use the actual sponge in the kitchen sink of the restaurant to wash my mouth out.

"So, me too. Here, we'll do a quick closed mouth one." He said before I smiled as he gave me a quick peck, a dimpled grin slowly making its way to his face when he withdrew.

"Thanks again for the ride." I told him, rushing out the luxurious car and winding around it to get to the sidewalk as he rolled his window down.

"I'll call you." He said, still looking a bit uncertain with how I'd react before I turned and looked at him with a small smile.

"Yeah, I'll see you."

"I'll see you...." Harry trailed off expectantly, hinting that he wanted me to add on to my goodbye as I made a face.

"I'll see you... Harry?" I tried.

He shook his head, gesturing me to continue before the realization hit me and I gave him a deadpanned expression.

"I'll see you babe." I said, emphasizing the pet name making him look happier than ever in his Ferrari, satisfied with my goodbye as he turned to smile at the road, pinching his bottom lip between his ring clad fingers.

"That's never gonna get old." I heard him say to himself, speeding off as I watched his car disappear in the distance.

"That's so gonna get old." I told myself, knowing if Harry pushed me to keep calling him that with every sentence that left my mouth I'd probably snap as I made my way into the restauraunt, grateful that it was still early in the day and the place was empty.

It was still my job to prep and prepare for the afternoon lunches and evening dinners as I rushed to the back kitchen.

"Hey Alan, do you happen to bring toothbrush and toothpaste to work." I called out in the vacant cooking space, knowing only Alan and I were the ones who got here really early aside from our manager as I waited for a response.

There was none, and the place was completely quiet.

That in itself was strange, since Alan would always be the first one at work, cleaning his work space or talking to the fruit or spices because he believed food were better than people.

"Alan?" I called his name again, stopping in my tracks at the sound of heavy breathing in one of the large cabinets.

I tilted my head to the side, slowly approaching it with furrowed brows, knowing exactly what that sound meant.

"Alan?" I said again in a monotone voice, can't believing he was making out in the closet with-

My whole body froze and my eyes widened at the sight of the two people jumping away from one another, Alan looking back at me with raised brows, hiding his surprised, amused grin on with his fist.

"Bridget?" I said, looking over at her as she attempted to fix her ruffled clothes, swatting Alan's tatted hand away with a scowl when he tried to "help" her making him chuckle before he noticed my stunned reaction.

"Oh right... I never told you..." Alan awkwardly trailed off with, pointing at me in thought.

"Told me what?" I asked, still in shock as I looked between Bridget and Alan who stood with a fair distance between them as Alan rubbed the back of his neck.

"That Bridget was my ex fiancé."

AN: Bridget isn't played by Ariana I just thought that was a good pic.

My shoulder looks like a white woman's titty.

But yo I really like to go all out with my outfits and I have a different style everyday I wish I could show you guys more.

I stare more flirtatiously at my fucking wall for pictures than cute guys or girls and that's why I'll always be my own lover lmao.