Let's count all the times that Bridget was problematic and or annoying shall we.

Let's not forget Bridget storming into Polly's beach house kitchen, already groomed and dressed in a tennis skirt and sweater with an angered expression that one time where she surprised everyone.

"Want some toast." Harry had offered with a mouthful of food before she raised her french manicured hand, slapping him straight across the face causing his head to snap to the side as the sound of the impact echoed through the spacious room.

Problematic: point 1

"I overheard Ethan tell Polly about your little threesome. And you told me you were going to sneak into my room later, oh please!" She had stomped one foot with a huff.

Annoying and problematic: point 2

Alan had started to laugh.

Bridget turned and slapped him too.

Problematic: point 3

"I hope you all enjoy fucking each other in hell!" She finished with an angered yell before she stomped off in her little heels, pushing past a startled Polly at the entrance.

Super annoying: extra point 5

Or the recent one at Harry's Halloween party just last night.

"I see you two are still in your disgusting threesome relationship." Bridget had sneered when she saw Harry and i together.

Problematic and annoying plus dim witted: point 8

Along with her giving me a clown costume and setting me up for some sick bidding I'd say her problematic and annoying points add up to somewhere over 100 for me at the moment.

"Why are you just listing my bad moments, Alan is just as bitchy and rude if not more." Bridget calmly pointed out, snapping me back to Alan and her who were sitting in front of me.

"Calm down Princess Peach, when have I ever been as problematic or rude as you." Alan countered, turning to give her a look with squinted eyes as she placed her hands in her lap and smiled like she had a whole line of evidence to back her up.

"Who the hell do you think you are that you can just call us out, we don't say shit about you and Polly." Alan had gestured his hand at a stunned Ethan when he saw Harry and Alan leave the same room in the morning.

"Exactly, so yeah, maybe there was a little touching, little dick brushing against ass here and there but we are both grown, mature, straight men." Harry ranted.

"Fucking tell him bro." Alan added with a fierce look as they glared at Ethan, awaiting the guy's response.

"You homophobic," Harry began

"Racist," Alan continued.

Problematic: point 1

That time that everyone was making out aside from Harry and Alan and Harry had glanced over.

Alan brought his eyes up from his phone.

"You better look the fuck away." He had calmly warned, the two guys noticing the couples kissing around them.

Rude: point 2

"You know what sounds real good right now, my famous chocolate cake." Alan kissed his fingertips.

"What makes it so famous?" Harry sent him a look.

"Oh, just a sprinkle of mind-your-fucking business." Alan said.

Rude: point 3

Then that time Alan beat a car with a sack of flour just because Harry and I were doing it, not even knowing why.

Problematic: point 4

Alan grinding against me at his showcasing to make Harry jealous and because he is, and I quote, "a genuine asshole who likes to piss people off," Alan had chuckled when he trailed his nose up against the side of my neck.

Problematic: point 8

Then getting in a sexy-off with Harry.

Problematic: point 9

"Oh yeah.... that was fun..." Alan released a reminiscent sigh, a smile on his face as Bridget turned to look at him.

"I have a lot more moments from you too but it would take all day to name all of them so in the end Alan is more-"

"Wait a minute, wait a minute. How the hell do you even know all this, you weren't even there for most if not all of those incidents." Alan was quick to call his ex out as Bridget stared at him.

She continued to stare at him.

"Anyways, like I was saying," She smiled, brushing him off turning to me and ignoring Alan who let out a rested his chin in the palm of his hand.

"Look, I admit I was surprised but I'm trying to say this in the nicest way possible," I began, clasping my hands together as I looked at the two.

"I really don't care. Or more like I don't have time to care, you guys do whatever you want it's your life, who am I to tell you what you can and can't do." I tried to explain for the fifth time that day.

"Oh... okay." Bridget blinked in surprise, sounding somewhat disappointed.

"Cool, cool." Alan simply nodded, rubbing his sharp jawline with clamped lips as he gave me a quick once over.

I stared back at them with a tired face, slowly blinking my eyebag burdened eyes.

"So are you two not going to tell me why you guys found the need to follow me home after work." I finally asked, looking between the two as they sat there on my living room couch.

"We want to talk about our story, to someone- anyone. I mean come on, we haven't told anyone about us since we broke off our engagement and the only people we can vent to are our therapist who we share." Bridget reasoned, shifting on the couch as I sighed, scratching the back of my head.

"Therapist?" I questioned

"Anger management and social anxiety." Alan explained with a casual raise of his hand.

"Um, something about me being egotistical which is impossible cause I'm like, perfect." Bridget informed with no hint of irony as she checked her nails.

"Oh and social anxiety." She quickly added, looking up from her manicure to regard us with a blink of her brown eyes as she glanced between Alan and I's deadpanned expressions.

"What?" She cluelessly asked with furrowed brows and a shrug of her shoulders before Alan pointed at her with a tatted finger.

"I was attracted to that." He made a face that was a mixture of disbelief and distaste as Bridget gave him a look.

"Bite me." She retorted in a bitter tone.

"Sorry sweetheart, but I only let high class food and alcohol touch my tongue." He countered, sticking his tongue out for emphasis.

"Makes sense," Bridget said, crossing her leg over the other as she smoothed her dress.

"Seeing as you practically buried your face between my legs when-" She began in a haughty, confident tone with a smile as my shoulders slumped.

"Come on you guys." I spoke up.

"Maybe I was just trying to suffocate myself to escape all your fucking nagging." Alan turned his body to her on the couch.

"With my vagina?" She tried not to smile as she raised her brow at him.

"Death by pussy is how I've always wanted to go out, you know that." Alan casually said with a bored shrug before I got up from the floor with a tired face.

"Hey babe, where you going, we haven't talked about this whole situation yet." Alan called me back, snapping his fingers at me before nodding his head over at Bridget who nodded in agreement.

"You guys, I'm tired, really I am and although I am surprised and curious, you two don't need to explain anything to me, trust me, I'm in no place to judge about a secret relationship. Although I am impressed that you two kept such straight faces around one another and that whole act." I said my peace, raising my hands in surrender as the two looked at me with curious expressions.

"Oh yeah, Bridget's fucking fantastic when it comes to having a resting bitch face. It's actually what made me fall for her." Alan informed with an amused raise of his brows, gesturing over to Bridget who locked gazes with me.

"It's true," She said when she noticed my reaction.

"Look, look." Bridget insisted, clearing her throat and straightening her spine as she gently hit Alan's tattooed bicep, giving him a silent message he somehow already got as he smirked and faced her while she continued to face me, her smile dropping and all emotion from her face draining away until it looked like she was just glaring at me with a straight expression.

"You're a fucking bitch! You look like my left nut! I hope you burn in a rusty ass bus!" Alan started to yell at her like he was cheering and rooting for a team in a baseball stadium as he cupped the sides of his mouth with a calm look while Bridget didn't so much as flinch, like his words weren't even reaching her.

"Eat my shit, you ugly low class hoe. Your daddy is my bitch." He continued, dropping his act when Bridget remained completely still and careless with her strong resting bitch face after all the insults.

"Look at that, completely solid." Alan shook his head with an almost smitten look, leaning forward to look at her face with a grin before Bridget broke into a proud smile as they fist bumped.

"Okay, one question then." I said, crossing my arms over my chest and giving the two a look.

"Did you know that Harry, Alan, and I weren't in an actual threesome relationship this whole time?" I asked, pointing at her as she stared at me.

"Oh yeah." She replied, as if her whole act was no big deal before I glanced over at Alan.

"And you knew she knew?" I checked.

"Sorry, I think our limit for questions was strictly one." He smirked, purposely being difficult as always before I rubbed my face.

"Alright, I'm done, I'm tired." I shook my head, just giving up and turning to leave, feeling too confused and exhausted to continue my interrogation as I made my way to my room, frowning when I found my beautiful bed covered in clean laundry I forgot to fold and put away, causing my face to fall.

Retreating back into the hallway, I contemplated just crashing in the living room even with Bridget and Alan bickering in there, stopping midway, retracting my steps back to peek into the crack of the bathroom door as I heard a few, soothing familiar strums of a guitar leak from the gap and into the air around me.

I opened the door wider, finding Arlo in my bathtub, a pillow behind him and a blanket as a cushion underneath him, creating a little bed in the tub as he read a worn, leather journal while he absentmindedly strummed his guitar.

"Nice place you got here." I greeted him, catching his attention as his green eyes shifted from the paper to me before a dimpled grin broke across his face.

"Oh for sure, made a little home for myself, hope you don't mind." He smiled at me, his deep, slow voice immediately making me even sleepier as I watched him put his guitar to the side.

"You look like you could catch a few Z's." Arlo politely pointed out with an understanding look as I nodded, leaning my weight on the doorframe before I watched him shift a bit, creating room in the bathtub and patting the spot besides him.

"We can share." He offered, placing his hands up in a cute shrug as I sent him a tired, thankful smile, sluggishly walking over to him like a zombie as I took off my slippers and got in the tub with him.

He held an extra blanket and put it over the both of us, our shoulders touching and bodies squished together like two canned sardines as my eyelids began to fall while I settled in, noticing the new handwriting in the journal he was reading besides me.

"Is that yours?" I asked, pointing at the book.

"Oh I wish," Arlo simply replied with a light laugh.

"I found it, and I'm really happy I did. The entries and writing just really speaks to me, this person has traveled all over the world, really creating a difference you know?" Arlo passionately explained, looking over at me with a dazed, inspired, dimpled smile I usually saw on young children as I grinned.

I fell asleep to him telling me of the owner of the journal, Simone, and how this man had done everything, discovered everything Arlo wanted to.

I was passed out, facing the other side of the tub so my back was to Arlo's and I hadn't known he had eventually fallen asleep besides me as well, his head of brown curls resting on my back, only for us to jerk awake at the sound of a new, bitter voice in front of us.

"How a-fucking-dorable." The sour tone in Harry's voice was evident as I opened my eyes, meeting his intense, angered green eyes as he glared at Arlo and I in the tub, sitting on the closed toilet seat in front of us with his elbows resting on his knees and a colorful bouquet of little baby flowers in his hand.

"Hi Harry." I sleepily smiled, happy to see him even when he didn't look as happy in the slightest, his gaze switching over to Arlo who slowly brought his head up from my back, rubbing his eyes.

"Bridget and Alan let me in." Harry simply responded with a brooding look.

"Oh hey bro..." Arlo greeted with a raspy voice causing Harry to shoot a sharp look at his twin.

Harry didn't say anything, although he really didn't need to as his expression morphed into a threatening expression, hand gripping tightly onto the flowers before Arlo got the message and smiled, rising from the tub and grabbing his guitar and journal, trying to raise his full hands in surrender as Harry got up from the toilet, following his brother's movements with a fixed glare.

"Stupid asshole. Always trying to touch my girlfriend." Harry grumbled under his breath as he got into the tub with me where I was still laying in, trying to situate himself in a comfortable position with an irritated expression as I smiled and fully turned my body to him, bringing my arm over his toned waist and cuddling closer as he continued to grumpily mutter to himself, bringing his arm and placing it underneath me for me to rest my head on his shoulder.

"Here." He bitterly remarked, avoiding my gaze and putting the small bouquet between us as I beamed up at him, taking the flowers.

"Thank you." I yawned, covering my mouth and nestling myself closer to him.

"Hm." He simply acknowledged, still looking pissed as I glanced up at him, smiling and leaning up to give his sharp jawline a kiss.

Harry turned his head to me, still slightly glaring before he pointed at his lips, tapping them until I got the hint and pecked his lips.

That seemed to ease his tight expression somewhat and he rested his head over mine, pulling me closer to him.

"You working at the restaurant tomorrow?" Harry suddenly asked as I shook my head, slowly falling asleep again, still in a drowsy state.

He didn't say anything after that, he just let me sleep yet even through my tired gaze, I could tell there was something on his mind that he wasn't telling me.

And I didn't find out what it was until the next day when I had to take a shift for my co-worker Terry who had to go to her kid's third grade play, leaving me the only one who offered to take her place for the night as fixed my black waitress uniform as I looked around the empty place.

"Where's all the customers tonight?" I asked Ben who was the only other waiter here as he put a few menus away, glancing over his shoulder to look back at me.

"Didn't you know, a group of rich kids rented the entire place out to have some kind of private dinner." He informed as I gave him a look, brows furrowed before I turned and peeked out from the servant's quarters, hearing the undeniable nasally ring of haughty, arrogant laughter at one glowing table, a bunch of high class, wealthy looking people sitting at one table.

I felt as if I was just seeing things but I swore the man with a head of brown wavy pushed up hair and a cardigan wrapped around his neck looked like Harry, although I couldn't be quite sure since his back was facing me.

The closer I got though, with each step my suspicions became stronger, a pen and notepad in my hand as I neared the table or roaring laughter and reminiscent remarks.

"So Harold, I must ask. Has your taste in woman changed?" One freshly groomed, baby faced guy asked with interest as they all leaned forward, especially the girls around who placed their chins in the palm of their hands, the brown haired 'Harold' the center of attention as he chuckled and sipped his glass of champagne.

My heart seemed to stop when I heard Harry's voice answer the question.

"Of course." Harry laughed out as if it wasn't obvious, not seeing me since his back was facing me, my silhouette still in the dark unlit shadows of the restaurant where the table couldn't see me as I watched him look at his friends.

"Still love blondes," He chuckled as everyone else followed.

"Blue eyes," One friend added as Harry wagged a finger of approval at him in agreement.

"Fair pale skin," Another man added.

"And obviously someone of our class." One girl chimed in, her diamond necklace sparkling against the candle light as they all raised their glasses to that, aside from Harry who simply sat there, continuing to drink his champagne silently.

"Why so quiet Harold." One girl in a champagne pink satin dress noticed with a light laugh, a teasing smirk on her face as she gave his arm a light push.

He forced a laugh.

"Nothing, nothing-"

"Remember the biggest thing Harry couldn't deal with on a woman?" Someone suddenly asked with an amused grin as all his friends exchanged knowing looks.

"Tattoos!" They all announced and laughed in unison as Harry seemed to be completely still.

"I mean maybe a cute little heart tattoo on the wrist or ankle isn't so bad, but could you imagine Harry with a girl with tattooed sleeves and neck?" Another girl with dangling golden earrings giggled, causing them all to break into light hysteria aside from Harry as I glanced down at my inked arms, unconsciously touching the tatted art on my neck as well.

"Ridiculous." One friend laughed.

"The image is just too good." Another said.

"I don't think tattoos are that bad." Harry suddenly spoke up in a serious voice, causing the whole table to quiet immediately at his words as his fellow aristocrats gave him stunned looks.

"Good one, next thing you know Harry's gonna say wealth and class doesn't matter in a woman." The man besides him laughed, slinging a friendly arm over Harry as they all chuckled along with him.

"As surprising as it may sound Kreg," Harry rightly remarked, moving his friend's arm away from him.

"I-"

"Hello, I hope you're all having a good time right now." I finally approached the table, catching everyone's attention as Harry turned his head to look at me, his entire body seeming to stiffen and freeze as his green eyes widened considerably, his jaw going slack, absolutely speechless while I avoided his gaze, staring at everyone before eventually meeting his eyes at the very end.

"My name's Ron and I will be your waitress for this evening."

AN: I ain't got nothing on blonde blue eyed babes, they're beautiful but I just always use that cause appearance wise it is the opposite of how Ron looks like.

Last time I was on here I was high schooler, now I'm not. Trippy bruh.

Thanks for the feedback btw about the short stories! I'll take all the comments and advice into consideration to help me decide what I'm going to do. I can always count on you guys.