As surprising as it was, I missed it.

I missed the smell of weed in the air, the graffiti over abandoned buildings, the small "fuck you lookin at" glares from neighbors with stained shirts and musty hair.

But now, now I was in a world of headbands, sparkling water, and lots and lots of name brand, fruity flowery perfume and cologne.

My hands were tucked in the pockets of my large denim jacket as I watched Harry and some other girl in a short white tennis skirt and matching polo shirt, hair tied back in a light blonde ponytail as Harry winded around her, his chest pressed against her back as he helped her hold and swing a tennis racket.

"See, so you move it just like that, make sure the grip is just right- ooh, you're a natural." He complimented, sporting a charming Colgate, dimpled smile as she giggled, scrunching her shoulders up slightly when he got close enough to teasingly blow on the back of her neck, making her giggle and swat at him.

"Harry!" She smiled, biting her lip and rubbing her neck as he chuckled, playfully hitting her butt with his racket with the greenest of hills and the bluest of skies behind them.

I felt like I was watching a Viagra commercial.

Harry finally approached me with a smirk, knowing he left a very disappointed, very flustered girl back there as I met his gaze with a bored one.

Then I looked at the clean sweater wrapped around his neck over his Ralph Lauren shirt.

"Nice sweater, did your mom have a sale in her closet." I greeted.

"Nice chain, where's the leash that comes with it." He shot back, eyes trained on the gold chain around my own neck, the both of us staring at one another for a brief moment before we broke into small grins.

I followed him as he twirled the racket in his palm before handing it to one of the curt, suited men on the side who I was assuming were the butlers, obediently taking the item and serving him an actual tray of a fancy bottle of water I've never seen before.

"Did you even try and dress up when I told you to wear something nice." Harry chided after he tipped his head back, sharp jaw accentuated with the rise and fall of his Adam's apple as he drank from the pretty bottle.

"Yeah, I'm wearing my Target clothes instead of my Ross ones." I showed him, stretching my jacket a bit as he looked at me, he raised his pointer finger for me above my head making me grab it and slowly twirl for him so he could see my whole outfit.

"Besides, look," I smirked, raising my wrist to show him the gold Rolex watch he had given me, causing a dimpled smirk to grow on his face before he held my wrist, checking the accessory with a low whistle.

"Good taste." He obviously approved as I made a show of flipping my hair while we walked over to one of the golf carts, passing by preppy, sporty flocks of manicured people drinking pretty bottles and sporting pretty smiles before turning to stare at us.

Harry wanted me to meet him at the heart of the Valley Hill neighborhood which was their beloved park, right in the middle of all the rows of different mansions with an endless horizon of green, hydrated grass, tennis and golf courts, and a dog park.

"How's my baby doing?" Harry asked when we got situated in his golf cart and I didn't even want to touch anything, scared I might scratch or dent something and have to pay.

"Still working out a few kinks, put a new paint." I responded, referring to his car as he drove, leaning back with my hands behind my head.

"You changed my baby's color? Don't remember giving you my blessing." He drawled, brows furrowed in concentration and ring clad fingers pinching his bottom lip as he steered the cart over to Polly's mansion further up the hills which was right next to his.

"It's blue now, you'll like it."

"Doubt it."

"Fine, I'll turn it back to ugly orange so those two guys can spot you again-"

"You know that I think about it, blue seems classier." Harry concluded right as we parked in front of Polly's mansion.

When the cart rolled to a stop he looked around, not making eye contact with me but leaning closer to my side causing me to lean away from him in response.

"You bring the stuff?" He whispered to me like I was his private drug dealer as I raised a brow at him.

"You mean the condoms-"

"Shhhh... what the fuck." Harry hissed, placing his pointer finger to his lips as he frantically looked around.

"Could you lower your voice, people might think we're fucking, or worst, actually friends." He reminded me as I looked down at my lap.

"You're right." I said in a timid voice.

Then I raised my head, pinching his ear and bringing my lips close to it.

"You mean the condoms!" I yelled right into his probably bleeding eardrum as he shoved me away, blinking and making a face, visibly wincing.

"Ratchet." He bitterly remarked, rubbing his ear like a child as we got off the cart.

"Brat." I shot back, hands going into my pockets and retrieving a brown, folded paper bag of condoms as I tossed it to him before we waltzed right into Polly's mansion, Harry twirling the key to her place around his long finger.

A few house cleaners greeted Harry with smiles and hugs, probably used to seeing him around before pausing to give me a second glance.

I awkwardly waved.

They awkwardly waved back.

"Stop flirting with the maids." Harry pushed past me through one of the huge corridors and if I wasn't afraid of getting lost in such a huge mansion I wouldn't have followed him.

But I did, not wanting to get lost.

"I don't know what you rich people call this, but back in the slumps we call this invasion of privacy." I lingered at the door of Polly's bedroom (which was bigger than my apartment altogether) as Harry strolled in with no care in the world before he un-bagged the unopened condoms, sprinkling them around the room.

"If they're gonna do it, they better use protection, no excuses." He huffed out, spreading some condoms over the extravagant king sized bed as I looked around, realizing he had taped 'stay safe' and 'always use protection' sex ed posters over her soft pink walls.

"Someone's protective..." I trailed off, crossing my arms over my chest and leaning against the doorframe as my eyes scanned the room.

"Someone's gotta be, but when they do it it better not be some rough angry shit, better be romantic." Harry said through gritted teeth, retrieving something from underneath her bed, holding a brown bag in his hand before slipping his hand down it, holding rose petals in his large palm, dramatically sprinkling it around to join the condoms on the floor while whispering "romance" under his breath.

"Romance." Harry whispered, trickling rose petals around before he caught me watching him with a weirded look.

He then strode towards me, blowing rose petals into my face making me frown and close my eyes in irritation.

"Romance..." I heard his hushed voice say as he attempted to circle me, sprinkling petals over me when I opened my eyes and smirking before he went back into the room while I sighed, resting my head on the doorframe waiting for him, not feeling right to actually enter Polly's bedroom.

Once Harry was finished doing whatever his odd ritual in Polly's room we retreated from her place, heading for his own mansion right next door.

It was my first time in Harry's place and it seemed similar to Polly's with the marble floors, spiral staircase, and glass chandeliers in almost every room.

I didn't even want to breathe under his roof, afraid of breaking something and getting sued.

"Now we wait, the two will be back from their date soon and I left a recording device so we'll hear when the get into the room. The second we hear Ethan say 'oh look, condoms and roses, I'll put one of them over my dick before we do it' boom we end it there." Harry explained once we were in his room as I stared at him with an incredulous look as he held his phone, showing me an app that was linked to the microphone he planted in Polly's room.

"I know what you're thinking." Harry darted his tongue out to wet his lips, nodding in acknowledgement and wagging his ring clad pointer finger at me.

"That you're creepy-"

"-I'm like the fairy godmother of sex."

Harry and my statements were mingled together in the air as we paused to look at one another.

"Polly and I've been friends since we were in diapers. She's practically the sister I never had. Gotta make sure she's protected." Harry leaned back in his chair.

"You're an only child?"

"No, I actually have a real sister, just don't like her. Always borrows my Gucci belts without my permission." He simply shrugged.

I nodded.

Can't relate.

"You know you can sit down right?" Harry gave me a look, noticing how I was awkwardly standing in the middle of his room, my colorful street clothes contrasting with the plush, black and white, sleek furniture of his room as he nodded at the modern L shaped couch behind me.

Looking back at him I sat down on the ground.

Harry raised his brow.

"You know you can sit on a chair right?"

"It looks... expensive..." I whispered under my breath, causing him to let out a chuckle.

"Damn right it is. Seven grand, hand crafted, Egyptian cotton thread count for each cushion." He informed with pride.

I slowly bought my knees to my chest.

"Ahhh..." I muffled my noise of discomfort against my knees, scared to touch anything.

Harry caught the look on my face, making him lean forward to my curled position on the ground so he could meet my gaze before coming closer, his lips at my ear.

"That carpet you're on, ten grand." He whispered.

He laughed when I got off it, standing on the marble part of the ground next to the drawer.

"Drawer's a priceless antique I won at an auction, twelve-"

I scooted away, nearing the window.

"Got the frame crafted by Marco Vitale himself, the famous wood carver straight from Italy who designed grandfather clocks
to window frames. Plus he's dead now so that must be an extra-"

I shoved my body into the corner with wide eyes.

"You just gonna stay there?" Harry grinned when I made no move to leave my spot.

I nodded.

"Funny, now that I think about it... that wall is actually-"

I flipped him off before he could say the price, making him laugh and turn back to his desk, his back facing me.

When I made sure he wasn't looking I subtly stopped leaning against the wall, not touching it.

"Here, you can watch whatever you want. I've got the latest movies and shows." He suddenly turned in his chair, tossing me a futuristic looking small remote as I caught it with one hand, eyeing it.

"Click the middle button." He informed across the room as I followed his instructions, blinking with a stunned expression when a rectangular segment of the wall in front of the both of us rose, revealing a large, flat screen television.

"Cool." I awed, turning it on and looking at the list of shows.

"What should I watch-"

"Vampire diaries." Harry's response came in faster than I could finish my question as our eyes locked.

He cleared his throat, slumping in his chair to give a more careless vibe as he masked the eagerness in his face that was so evident in his green eyes.

"Whatever you want- don't care. Wrestling's cool, man versus nature, pawn shop. Yeah, whatever." Harry pursed his lips and shrugged, doing that squint fuckboys did whenever they took selfies.

"Really?"

"No put season one episode one of Vampire Diaries. You're watching it." He said, dropping his tough guy act as I raised my brows, smiling at his enthusiasm.

"Alright, Vampire Diaries it is then." I chuckled, shaking my head with a shrug and clicking the show.

And just like that, Harry and I enjoyed the show to kill some time, him sitting in the chair near his desk with me across the room all the way in the corner.

AN: I haven't felt like this since I wrote Cliché and TSE tbh, like I really enjoy writing this story.

Character development is so important. Sigh.