a/n: you're either gonna hate me or hate SOMEONE so good luck <3

     I was sitting on the couch upstairs, Harry sitting next to me for a while.  He had his arm around me, the three guys talking about different stories from when they were in college.  It was amusing to hear anything that they had to share, especially since I had only heard a few stories here and there from Harry.  But, of course, I felt like they were just trying to show off in front of Harry by telling me what they felt were the best funny stories.  It was probably closer to one now, Harry standing up and pulling his wallet out.  I was confused at first until I saw him pull out an American Express Card, my eyes narrowing.

"You have one of those?" I asked.

"Huh?" he asked, cutting up the white powder on the table.

"An American Express," I said.  "I thought only rich people had that."

"Rich people do," Steven laughed.

Harry glared at Steven prior to glancing back at me and smiling.  It wasn't long before he was focusing on cutting up the white powder again, and I had no idea why he kept doing such long lines in comparison to his friends, but I decided that wasn't my business and I just wanted him to do what he would normally do and enjoy with his friends.  Soon enough he was sniffing the line he had made, Harry coming back to sit on the couch. 

I wiped under his nose, a chuckle leaving his lips before he leaned in and kissed me.  He had kissed me a lot more tonight than I was used to, and I was also surprised he wanted to kiss me in front of his friends.  At times, like now, he even added tongue to the kiss, which I didn't mind but I would have been embarrassed had it been anyone else that I was kissing.  Though, he was always so smooth, so passionate, so caring.  Breathing deeply against him, I blushed when he pulled away and was immediately leaving kisses along my jaw until he reached my sweet spot, Harry lingering there for a while.

"If you're basically going to fuck her mouth, can't you guys do it somewhere else?" Wayne said.  "You don't see me making out with my wife in front of you."

Zayn laughed.  "Are you sure? I think we watched Tommy get made."

"Fuck you," Wayne complained.  "You guys walked in on us."

"You were fucking in the living room," Harry said.  "Not really our fault, mate."

"At nine the morning," Steven continued.

"God forbid I have morning sex with my now wife," Wayne complained.

"Yeah who cares?" Zayn laughed.  "When you're not in the living room!"

It made me laugh that they were making fun of Wayne for something, Harry resting his head on my shoulder and wrapping his arms around my waist.  He was being overly handsy, but I wouldn't have switched it for the world, especially since he normally hated any possible form of physical touch.  Playing with his hair, I smiled when he seemed to fall asleep, Wayne and Zayn getting up off the couch.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"We just wanna fuck with him a little bit," Wayne said.

"And do what?" I questioned, one of my hands instinctively holding his head against my chest as if to protect him.  "He's sleeping."

"I don't know, put his hand in hot water," Zayn laughed.

"I would prefer him not to piss on my couch," Steven said.

"Right, right.  Can we put whipped cream on him?" Zayn asked Steven.

"Why can't you guys be more creative?" Steven asked.  "Also, leave the poor guy alone for once, he never falls asleep like this with a girl."

"Ugh, fine," Zayn groaned.  "Wayne, let's go downstairs and find someone to mess with."

The two high-fived before leaving, telling Steven that they would be back up in a little bit.  It left me alone with a sleeping Harry and an awake Steven, Harry's friend getting up to do another line of coke.  There was still a good amount on the table, and I found myself looking around the dimly lit room.  It was covered in different posters from different bands, most of them being ones that Harry listened to as well.

"So, can I ask you something?" I questioned.

"You just did," Steven laughed.

"Right," I said. 

"I'm joking.  Of course."

"Okay ... well, I am just ... I'm almost always a very touchy person, and sometimes he freaks out about it.  Do you know if there is anything I can do to try and change that?"

Steven sighed, taking a line of coke before he sat back on the sofa nearby.  I could tell he was thinking about it, even glancing at Harry who was very much passed out against my chest.  It was sweet, and I always liked when he wanted to hold me, but I wondered if he had just been this comfortable with me to fall asleep or if he had been incredibly tired. 

"He never told us what happened," Steven said.  "I just know he was already irritable with touch when I met him in college and stuff.  We try our best to not touch the guy, but it just happens sometimes.  I think that's why he's high almost all the time with us.  It's so he doesn't flip his shit when we're being rough.  I know he takes meds, but Harry hates saying he has to take medicine."

"He told me that," I nodded.  "I wish he would take it more than he does.  He's better with it."

"And I think that's what he hates most," Steven said.  "He is very comfortable with himself.  I have a lot of stuff that I hate about myself, but Harry likes himself a lot so it's hard for me to fully comprehend what he goes through.  What I do know is that he, like you said, hates touch, and it is his one downfall.  Though, to him he would rather be in a constant state of panic than take medication for it."

I nodded.

"He likes you though," Steven said for the second time tonight to me.  "I don't think you should be too worried about him hating touch much.  Plus, I've never seen him feel comfortable enough to fall asleep like this around not only us, but the girl he's with."

It made me smile, Steven chuckling. 

"I'm going to see what the other two losers are up to.  Should I lock this door on my way out?"

"Steven," I complained.

"What? I'm just asking."

"I really don't think anything is going to happen."

"Say that to my poor bathroom."

My face was burning, and I found myself flicking him off as he left the room.  Steven was laughing as he shut the door behind him, leaving Harry and I alone in the room.  He continued to sleep for about ten minutes before he woke up so fast that he bumped my chin in the process.  I groaned, Harry almost immediately turning to assess me.

"I'm so sorry," he murmured, kissing my chin several times.  "I didn't mean it."

"I know," I laughed.  "How was your nap?"

"Fine," he nodded.  "Where'd they go?"

"Downstairs to play pranks on people."

"Sounds like them," he nodded.

I watched as he got up, Harry's wallet still sitting on the table now.  He cut up another line, and I watched as he very quickly sniffed the contents before he came back over to me.  I smiled at him, Harry clearing his throat before he sat back down.

"So, if I wanted to make out with you, would you be cool with that?" he asked.  "I get it if you don't, I don't want to be disrespectful since I already played with you."

My face burned as I glanced at him.  He was staring down at his fingers, shifting one of the rings on his hands.  I stood up, Harry appearing confused at first before I moved so that I could straddle his hips.  He chuckled, his hands very quickly shifting to my waist.  It wasn't long before he was kissing me, my hands holding onto his face.  I knew it would be stupid to decline making out with him, especially when he was so good at it. 

Whether he was including tongue or not, I liked the way his mouth felt against mine.  I enjoyed how he was so tender yet consuming all at the same time.  It didn't take long for him to move us so I was lying down, my cheeks flushing when I looked up at him.  He always looked so handsome above me, his hair falling down, his eyes assessing every inch of my face.  I couldn't stop staring at his eyes.  His pupils were still blown, the green rimming them a pretty color. 

"You continue to blow my mind," he told me.

"Me?"

"Yeah you," he chuckled.

"Why?"

"The best kisser and you're a little catholic girl," he murmured, shaking his head.  "It's always the good girls, isn't it?"

"Har," I laughed, reaching one of my hands up to cup his cheek gently.

"I know," he nodded, moving his head so he could kiss the palm of my hand.  "I'm going to have you like this one day.  I don't know when because I would never push you, but one day."

"So when we're married," I laughed.

"Something like that," he nodded, leaning down to kiss along my jaw.  "You make everything stop."

"Make what stop?" I asked.

"The thoughts," he whispered.  "I don't want to talk about it."

Before I could even question him, he was kissing me again quickly.  I held him, Harry grunting into my mouth when I accidentally moved my hips against his.  He didn't let it stop us from kissing, and I was glad because I felt a little embarrassed with the action.  Though, he moaned when I did it again, Harry pulling back some.

"Can I help you?" he laughed.

"Sorry."

"Don't apologize," he murmured.  "I'm just horny and you're hitting my dick."

"I can touch you if—"

"No," he said.  "I'm not doing that.  You came tonight and I will not be."

"It doesn't have to be like that," I said sweetly, my index running along the waist of his jeans.

"Don't play," he whispered.  "But seriously, I can finger you again if you want."

"Harry," I groaned, looking away.

"What? You're a needy little thing, why would I take that away from you?"

"You just want to touch me."

"God forbid I liked the way you felt around my fingers earlier, doll ," he chuckled.

It made my face burn, Harry pressing several kisses to my face until he was turning my face back to him.  We were kissing again, and while I was definitely shifting my hips against his, Harry didn't seem to care anymore.  Or, he definitely moaned anytime it happened, but he wasn't overly worried about it.  His hands were hot on my skin, and I felt him squeeze my waist a few times.

It reached a point where I could tell he was moving his hips against mine just as much as I was moving my hips against his.  His words were correct.  I did feel needy.  I was needy for his lips against mine, for the way he felt against me, for him.  I enjoyed the moaning into my mouth, the way he was breathing heavily against my jaw when he would kiss me there.  My stomach was on fire with how attractive he was, and soon enough he was kissing me again, Harry grunting against me and pulling back once more. 

"Okay."

"Okay what?" I panted.

"Okay, touch me."

In all my twenty-one years of living, it was the fastest I think I had ever moved to get something done.  He allowed me to unbutton his trousers, Harry's breath hot against my neck as he breathed deeply, laying open mouthed kisses to my skin once again.  I was eager to get him off, knowing that I enjoyed pleasing him.  It was what I wanted, and I knew that he was very appreciative of anything that I did for him.

As he kissed against my skin, I managed to pull him out of his boxers, Harry grunting softly against my skin.  He was always sensitive.  Always so needy for me the way that I was for him.  I wondered if his skin burned as hot for me as mine almost always did for him.  Taking a deep breath, I placed my hand around him, my thumb brushing against the tip gently as I pushed the pre-cum around.

"Fuck," he whimpered softly. 

"Come on, Harry," I murmured softly, my free hand gripping the hairs at the nape of his neck.

"Magdalina."

"What do you want?" I asked him softly.  "Whatever you want, Har, it's yours."

He was panting against my neck as I continued to brush my thumb over the tip of his dick, Harry's hands grabbing at my waist tightly.  I wanted him to tell me what he wanted—describe to me what he wished for me to do with him.  My face flushed when his good hand reached up gripping the side of my neck as he kissed the hinge of my jaw before he pressed his thumb to one side of my face and his fingers to the other as he kissed me.  I tugged at his hair some, Harry moaning into my mouth when I did two gentle pumps of him before he was pulling back, his breathing hot against my lips.

"Need you," he murmured.

"Need me to what?" I asked.

"Please," he whimpered, his voice soft and whiny in a way that I didn't think I would ever hear. 

"Please what, Harry?" I asked, shifting my hand from his hair to his face so I could look in his eyes.  "What do you need? Anything."

He was panting loudly, and finally I watched as he sat up some, kneeling over me.  For a split second I thought about simply taking him down my throat, but I knew that would probably irritate him.  He usually hated when I tried to do things like that without his permission, so the fact that I even had his permission to get him off was something I had not expected in the slightest.

"I have an idea," I said quietly.

"What?" he asked softly, and I watched as he took himself in his hand and slowly tugged at himself.

"I-I can ... if I just ..."

"Mags," he grunted. 

"Just trust me."

He stared down at me.

"Har."

"Fine."

He let go of himself, my cheeks flushing when he didn't bother to put himself away but walked to the door to lock it.  My face was on fire but I quickly undid the button of my jean shorts, standing up to pull them off.  I was left in my underwear, Harry staring at me with wide eyes.  My face was burning, but I pointed to the sofa to which he very quickly sat down, my cheeks flushing when he immediately grabbed himself.

"Ah!" I quickly said, grabbing his wrist and tugging it away from him.  "Me."

He stared at me still with wide eyes.  His pupils were still blown, he was antsy under my hold, and I could tell he was excited to see what my plan was.  I found myself pushing his shoulders down onto the sofa, Harry staring up at me as both of my hands rested against his chest.

"You're evil," he stated.

I shrugged, my eyes squeezing shut when I brushed myself against him.  Even through my underwear I could feel how warm he was, my hands fisting at his basic graphic T-shirt.  Harry let out a string of curses, my cheeks flushing as I shifted my hips, my core brushing along him.

"Fuck, shit, fuck, your cunt is soaked," he whined.

"Shh."

He allowed me to keep the friction between us.  I had done this before, knowing that it wasn't my first time, but there was always something different about us when we shared intimate moments together.  He always had me clutching onto new memories, making sure the old ones were replaced and filled with new ones that included him.  I enjoyed the way that he felt against me, how he twitched, how he cursed, how he whimpered for me.  It was what I cherished the most.

"Magdalina," he huffed out.

"I know," I nodded, leaning down.  "I know."

"Fuck, you're hot," he breathed, looking into my eyes as he spoke the words. 

"Shh."

"No, please," he whined, moving my hips faster.  "I-I need this."

I knew he enjoyed all of this.  I was shifting quickly against him, Harry being the guide more so than I was, but it made me blush.  He leaned up to catch my lips, kissing me while I moved my hips in order to try and get him off.  I liked that he was needy for me, having to pull back every now and again because he was panting so much.  But, soon enough I seemed to get him closest to where he needed to be.

"I might come."

"O-Okay," I agreed.

"Do you want to—?"

"Shut up."

"Magdalina," Harry tried.

"I told you to shut up, now listen to me."

He raised his eyebrows but nodded, allowing me to kiss him now.  I had shifted off of him some, my hand getting a hold of him quickly.  I hadn't realized just how wet I was through my underwear until I began tugging at him. My face burned brightly when I realized that he was slick from me, the thought of what state my underwear was in catching me off guard.

"Do you want to come on me?" I asked him softly.

"Wherever," he told me.

"Tell me," I tried again.

"Y-Yes."

Nodding, I found myself being flipped over quickly by Harry now.  If I thought I had been in charge before, it very quickly changed.  He was the one that was tugging at himself now with a haste, but I watched as he hurried to push my shirt up, my cheeks flushing when he leaned down to kiss the tops of my boobs.

"Harry," I said softly.

"Don't," he whined.  "S-So close."

He was grabbing at me, holding my waist in his grasp before his hand quickly shifted up.  I let out a soft whimper when he squeezed my breast, Harry kissing along my jaw.  He had to take breaks between the kisses, moaning as I felt his hand scraping along my stomach quickly.  I wondered if his rings would leave any cuts on my lower abdomen, but I decided then that I didn't care what happened, I just wanted him to be satisfied.

"Fuck, doll.  My favorite fucking thing to play with."

I cupped his cheeks, Harry panting quickly as I made him look down at me.  He was staring at me, his eyes shifting from mine to what I assumed was my lips.  I knew he was thinking about a lot, but after his eyes kept shifting back and forth between the two I finally just closed the gap between us and kissed him.  It had my heart pounding in my chest, Harry's left hand squeezing my breast again before he shifted down to my waist. 

"I-I have to—" he breathed out against my mouth.

"Of course, Harry, whatever you need."

He whimpered softly, hiding his face in the crook of my head when he came, my cheeks flushing when I felt the strings of come spurt out across my skin.  I was in awe with him, my lips connecting with the side of his cheek while he let out several curses.  I was being gentle with him, wanting to make sure that he was taken care of completely.  And when he finally stilled in my arms, I was certain that he had come completely, my cheeks flushing when I definitely felt his dick resting against my lower abdomen as his face cuddled into my neck, Harry's breathing quick and fast as he tried to recover.

I felt his left hand grip my waist tightly for a moment before his fingertips played with the band of my underwear.  He wasn't moving it, or shifting it around, simply placing his fingers beneath the band for whatever the reason may have been.  A part of me thought it was cute, knowing that he wanted to hold me somewhere that clothing was restrictive.  Though, after a few minutes, and when his breathing had finally calmed, I found myself surprised by the way his right hand slowly shifted down my body until he was brushing his fingers along my inner thigh.

"No," I murmured.

"You're soaked," he whispered.

"It's fine," I told him.

"Magdalina."

"Magdalina, nothing," I told him softly, cupping his face when he moved to look at me.  "I'm so good.  You're going to kill me if you try to get me to come again."

He looked a little uncomfortable by my wording, but nodded nonetheless as he leaned in to kiss me.  It was very passionate, his right hand still shifting gently along my inner thigh, but I wondered if he just liked the feeling of how soft my skin was there.  It wasn't long until he was pulling away, Harry now kneeling over me as he put himself away, his eyes very quickly glancing over me twice.

"Wow."

"What?" I asked, propping myself up on my elbows and noticing the amount of come that was on my stomach.  "Oh, wow is right."

"Not that," he chuckled, grabbing a fistful of my hair and tilting my head up to look at him.  "You just look so pretty."

I expected him to call me hot, or sexy, or something vulgar with the way that he was feeling.  But, saying something sweet like pretty when I was half naked beneath him made me blush.  He leaned down to kiss me before he got up, telling me to stay put.  I was honestly worried someone was going to walk in, and I knew I would probably die of pure embarrassment if anyone other than Harry walked back through that door.  Though, my saving grace was God, and he was on my side tonight when I watched Harry walk back in, locking the door behind him.

He was quick to clean me up, pressing gentle kisses to my body.  I liked when he spent time on my hips, my face burning as I stared down at him.  He was perfect, truly, and I wanted him to kiss me on every inch off skin that I had to offer.  My face burned when he pulled my underwear down just enough to show my hip bones, Harry kissing each one gently.  Though, I felt him suck lightly against my right side, Harry pulling away after a few seconds and looking up at me.

"What I would do for just a little taste."

"Harry," I murmured.

"I know, I know," he nodded.  "You're sensitive."

I sighed softly when he kissed just above the hem of my underwear, knowing it was further down than it was supposed to be.  He glanced up at me with each kiss, my hands shifting to his hair as I played with his dark curls easily.  The thought of him between my thighs again was something that I wasn't certain if I was ready for, but just seeing him almost there had me recalling how he had made me feel. 

"You, um..." I started to say, clearing my throat.  "You want me like that again?"

"I want you like that a thousand more times," he murmured.

"Okay," I nodded.  "Just be careful because I'm still getting used to you."

He looked excited, my face burning when I watched him hastily shift my thighs back toward my chest.  It made me blush, but I realized he wanted to take my underwear off completely, Harry tugging them off and then putting my legs over his shoulders.  And for the second time in only a night I was allowing him to have me in a way I hadn't let a lot of people have me.

"Fuck," he mumbled.

"What?"

"You're just so wet and I know it's from me so I feel ... I don't know, I just feel good about myself."

I smiled down at him, knowing that he was almost always confident in himself but it was clear this made him feel even better.  He pressed kisses to my skin first, trying his best to be gentle before I knew he would basically have me begging for him because it felt so good.  I was breathing heavily when he pressed a kiss just above my entrance, knowing it meant he wanted to start.

"And you're sure?" he asked.

"Harry."

"Tell me," he muttered.

"I'm sure," I nodded.  "You make me feel good.  I want this, okay? I want you."

He seemed pleased with my response, a small blush catching his cheeks before he licked a line up along my slit.  I was tugging at his hair quickly, a chuckle escaping his lips against my core.  He was good with his tongue, making sure to swipe it back and forth along my clit before wrapping his lips around my sensitive bundle of nerves.  I was shaking already, my legs on either side of his head as I tried to calm myself down but I couldn't.  He was good at what he did.

"You have to watch," he said lowly against me, my eyes meeting his.  "You know what I said."

"I-I can't."

"You can," he nodded, kissing me.  "Do you like it when I play with your pretty cunt?"

"Mhm."

He glared at me.

"Y-Yes."

"Then watch me while I do it, do you understand?"

I whined softly.  "Y-Yes."

"Very good."

I stared down at him, whining softly as he ate me out for the second time.  My hands were grabbing at his hair, Harry chuckling against me when I pushed his head down into me more.  He glanced up at me, and I knew it was to make sure I was still watching him.  I was panting as his nose brushed against my clit while his tongue licked gently along my folds before he pressed the muscle inside of me.  His eyes were still giving away the fact that he was very high, and I should have been against it but not only was he touchy, he was very needy for me and it was everything I could have asked for.

"Being so good," he murmured, kissing just above my slit as he looked up at me.  "Tell me what you want."

"I-I like when your lips ..."

"When they what, doll?" he murmured against my skin.

"Around my clit, Harry."

He smirked up at me, leaving open mouthed kisses to my skin.  It was now my new favorite thing he did to me, and I blushed when he even kissed my thighs before he managed to swipe his tongue up along my slit before he wrapped his lips around my clit and sucked lightly.  It made me whine, Harry chuckling against me as I bucked my hips up against his face.  His arms were up and under my thighs, coming around so that he had control of my legs but I watched as he took his rings off his right hand, my breathing shaky as he pulled away from me slightly and held them out to me.

"Watch these for me, yeah?"

I nodded quickly.  Taking them into my hold, he chuckled when I slipped them into my bra, not wanting them to disappear from my sight.  He chuckled after he watched, Harry using his mouth to attend to my clit the way I liked but very quickly pressed two fingers into me.  I gasped softly, panting the moment that I watched him start to finger fuck me at the same time he used his tongue to do incredible things to my clit.

It was easy for him to please me since he was not only good at it, but he listened to what I wanted.  If I said he liked something, he stuck to doing it.  Most of the time, it was incredibly difficult to have that happen at all.  Instead, the did something completely different and it always pissed me off.  With him, he listened, he followed my directions, and he made sure that I was okay the entire time.

After a few more minutes of pure pleasure, he finally got me to come, my breathing harsh as he flicked his tongue against my clit.  It made me whine loudly for him, Harry reaching up with his left hand to cover my mouth.  I was squeezing my eyes shut, Harry allowing it until I had fully come.  I could tell he liked the was I throbbed around him, because even after I was fully come, I could still feel my body pulsing around his fingers, Harry leaving them inside of me as he shifted up at my face.  I was kissing him almost immediately, not worried about how wet his face and nose were and simply wanting his lips on mine.  It was always the best feeling, but eventually he pulled away.

"If I get your underwear on we can cuddle," he said quietly.

"O-Okay."

He pulled his fingers out of me and I whined to him softly.  I could tell he liked the sound, but he sweetly kissed my temple before leaning down and grabbing my underwear off the floor.  Very quickly I was pulling them on, Harry lying on his back while I climbed on top of him, my body cuddling into his almost immediately.  He always knew what I needed, and even if he normally hated touch, I was glad that he was giving me what I needed to recover from being intimate.

"So pretty," he murmured, cupping my cheek with his right hand and brushing his thumb across the apple of my cheek.

"Mhm."

"I'm so happy I could take care of you the way that you deserved."

"Thank you," I whispered.

He chuckled.  "The only girl to ever thank me."

I shook my head.  He was a good person.  He was my person.  I liked how he made me feel, whether we were intimate or not, and I just hoped he realized and understood what him being here for me in these recovery moments meant to me.  First it had been on the bathroom sink, and now it was him on the sofa with me, but as he held me I felt a lot better.

"Harry?"

"Yeah, doll?"

I blushed, hiding my face in the crook of his neck.  He chuckled softly, my lips connecting with his throat.  It made him hold me tighter in his grasp, and I found myself sighing softly.  I still didn't get it—understand how this was my person who I had needed all along.  In a way, I had fallen into the right place at the right time, but I just was overwhelmed with feelings that I started to blink quickly, not alarming Harry until a few tears must have fallen on to his skin.

"Magdalina?"

"Shh."

"Hey," he whispered, moving so that I was the one lying beneath him while he leaned over me.  "No, no, no.  What happened? What's wrong?"

"Nothing," I laughed softly, Harry very quickly wiping my eyes.

"No, something is wrong.  What did I do?"

"Nothing, my sweet boy," I said quietly, pulling him down to me.  "I'm just so lucky to have met you."

He still seemed confused, but he hid his face in the crook of my neck like I wanted.  I felt him kiss me, Harry cuddling into me more and I wondered if it was because of the name I had used.  He could show off his hard exterior all he wanted, but I knew deep down inside of him there was a very sweet man who would have done absolutely anything for me and I was almost certain that was why I was overly emotional.

"Give a woman good head twice and she cries," Harry chuckled softly.

"Fuck you," I laughed.

He moved so he could look at me.  "Oh, darling, I'm waiting for the day."

My cheeks flushed and Harry quickly wiped my tears again.  I was in awe with him, my lips connecting with his easily.  He let me cuddle with him for a few more minutes before he started to get tense.  Harry was the first one up, but I handed him his rings back.  He quickly put them on, helping me get fully dressed and situated.

"See, we can both come," I told him.

"Yeah, yeah," he laughed. 

"I can give you head next time."

"I'll come again if you don't stop."

"Sorry, sorry," I laughed.  "One more thing."

"What?"

"Sometimes I really like being on my knees."

"Jesus."

It made me laugh, Harry picking up the towel from when he wiped me off.  We both went to the bathroom, Harry locking us in the room while I got cleaned up and he washed his hands.  Though, once we had both gotten freshened up, the two of us walked downstairs.  He pressed a kiss to my temple, Harry grunting when he patted his pockets and realized he didn't have his wallet.  I watched as he ran up the stairs,  coming back down not much later.  It was after three now, and I laughed when I saw that Wayne and Zayn were passed out on the couch.

"I think we're going to go," Harry told Steven.

"Yeah, for sure," Steven nodded.  "It's always a pleasure."

My face burned up with his words, Steven raising an eyebrow at me.  Though, I watched as he glanced between Harry and I, my face being a dead giveaway while Harry's facial expressions didn't change a bit.  Though, when Steven started to chuckle, Harry quickly looked at me.

"Are you serious?" Harry muttered.

"Oh, but nothing was going to happen," Steven mocked me.  "I see how you are, Maggie.  Sweet and innocent but Harry gets the real you."

I blushed more, Harry laughing when I quickly clung onto his side.  Steven shook his head, smiling at Harry and I.  For a few minutes, Harry and Steven talked about next weekend and how it was their friend Chase's birthday party.  I guess they were renting several cabins on the lake or a big house, Harry leaning down to kiss my temple randomly before they continued chatting.

"As long as we get our own room, I don't care what we do," Harry assured.

"Well, I figured you guys get a master suite, and then Wayne and his wife and Tommy would all stay in a suite also.  Zayn and I can probably share one of the two bed ones whether we get a cabin or just a big house.  We'll figure it out."

"You know what I want," Harry stated.  "And I'm willing to pay."

"Oh, I know," Steven laughed, glancing at me.  "You're dating Mr. Money Bags."

"He doesn't like to talk about it in front of me, but I'm slowly starting to realize that."

Steven chuckled.  "As long as you know.  Anyway, have a good night.  I'm going to disinfect the couch."

"Mate, shut the hell up," Harry scoffed.

"So if I go up there right now—"

"Fine, fine," Harry stated.  "Our bad."

"No, it's fine," Steven laughed.  "She makes you happy so I can't be mad at that.  You like her, Harry."

His cheeks flushed, and I smiled when he hugged me, letting me rest my head against his chest while he looked at Steven.  I wasn't expecting a hug in the slightest, so I wanted to savor this moment with him, Harry pressing a kiss to the top of my head before he looked at his friend.

"I do.  She's good to me."

"I can tell," he smiled.  "Listen, man.  Have a good evening and get home safe, okay? Maggie, it was absolutely lovely to meet you and I expect to see you again next weekend when he's kissing your ass even more."

It made me laugh.  Steven waved goodbye before he headed upstairs, my cheeks still flushed as Harry pulled away.  He held my hand as we left, leading the way out to his car.  I watched as Harry pulled his keys out of his pocket, the two of us stopping in front of his vehicle.

"You can drive stick, right?" the curly-haired personality asked.

"Yeah," I nodded.  "My dad taught me."

It was clear he seemed a little uncomfortable that he had brought up the memory for me, but I just smiled at him, taking the keys.  He opened the driver's door for me, a giggle leaving my lips when he kissed my cheek before letting me get into the vehicle.  It was followed by him getting in on the passenger's side, Harry pointing to where the ignition was since it was in a different spot in the car than I was used to with others that I had driven.

Once I started the car, I made sure everything was clear before I backed out.  It wasn't long until I was driving, Harry seeming to approve of the way I was driving his car and shifting gears.  His hand rested on my upper thigh as I drove, and while the bench wasn't all that long, I felt like he was so far away from me.  Then again, I blamed it on the fact that I had been glued to his side for almost the entire evening.  Or, he had been glued to mine.  Either way, I had been spoiled with touch this evening.

It wasn't until we were about ten minutes from his house that I saw blue and red lights begin to flash behind me, Harry glancing over his shoulder.  Of course, I wasn't even sure why they were pulling me over since I was going the exact speed limit, but Harry looked stressed, his hand squeezing my thigh before he shook his head.

"What's wrong?"

"What do you mean what's wrong?" he scoffed, his tone much harsher than it needed to be.  "I'm fucking high out of my mind on cocaine.  It's not even just weed, it's a super hard substance."

"Just act like you're asleep," I told him as I looked for my ID in my bag.  "I'll handle it."

"It's not that simple."

"Harry," I told him.

He grumbled, cursing multiple times.  I watched as he shut his eyes, turning in his seat so he was facing away from me, his arms crossed over his chest.  It was a few minutes before there was a knock on my window and I found myself rolling it down.  The cop was standing there, his eyes narrowing on me as he shined the flashlight in my eyes.  I put my hand up to cover my eyes, my ID in between my fingers as he looked at me and then shined the flashlight at Harry before turning the blistering white light back on me.

"Who's car is this?" he asked.

"It's Harry's," I told him politely, pointing to Harry beside me.  "Harry Styles."

"Oh," the cop nodded.  "The kid that hosts the true crime thing?"

"Yeah!" I grinned, thankful the cop knew who he was.  "We actually just came from a friend's birthday party and he was so exhausted so I decided to drive us home."

I knew it was a little white lie.  Sure, we had been at a party, but not a birthday party.  I just felt like the cop would think it sounded more innocent if I said birthday party instead of telling him it was just a party.  Plus, if I said it was just a party he might have also figured there would have been drugs and alcohol there whereas a birthday party didn't have that same connotation.

"That's real sweet of you, miss," the cop told me.  "I wish my wife would do that for me sometimes.  Anyway, I didn't pull you over for anything crazy and I don't need your license or anything either.  I just noticed that the back tail light is out.  Just be sure to fix it.  Also, tell him I'm a big fan."

"Of course, officer," I assured.  "Thank you so much! And I will be certain to tell him."

He tipped his hat at me, bidding me a goodnight.  It wasn't like I had ever been pulled over before, but I was very happy that this had gone so smoothly.  After all, I was scared something far worse would have happened, but I just brushed it off as I rolled up the window, the cop driving by me as I got situated  with putting my ID back into my bag.  Once I could see the cop was far enough up the road, I started driving again.  However, Harry still looked freaked out, the heels of his hands digging into his knees.

"What's wrong now?" I asked.

"Are you fucking serious?"

"Don't be rude," I told him.

"I'm still fucking high," he scoffed.  "What do you mean what's wrong?"

"Stop being rude, I didn't do anything."

"Then how about you don't ask stupid questions and maybe I won't be so rude."

I glared at him.  "You're still being rude."

It wasn't long until I was pulling up to his residence, the drive not terribly far but it felt far with how rude he was being to me.  Parking in the driveway, I collected my things, making sure I had everything.  I pulled the keys out of the ignition, getting ready to open the car door when I heard Harry mutter under his breath.

"I wouldn't have to be rude if you weren't asking stupid fucking questions."

"You know what? I'm not doing this. I will not have you be pissy with me because you're acting weird.  I'm going to walk home."

I got out of the car, slamming the door shut and tossing his keys up toward his house.  Was I being dramatic? Absolutely.  Was I also not going to take him being a complete dick to me for no reason at all? Absolutely.  I heard him get out of the car and slam the door shut, a scream leaving me lips when I felt him come up behind me and grab me, Harry very quickly covering my mouth.

"Get off!" I yelled against his palm.  "What are you doing?"

"You're not walking home in the dark at almost four in the morning, are you insane? You're going to get killed."

I shoved his hand away from my mouth.  "Good! I hope he gets me!"

"Stop it!"

"No! You are being so mean to me and I didn't do anything."

He was confused when I managed to get out of his hold, and I found myself booking it down the driveway.  There was no reason for me to be running from him, but I didn't like how he was treating me.  Why was he treating me like this? It made no sense to me.  When I glanced behind me, he wasn't there and I was hopeful that I had actually made it out of his reach.  Though I screamed when I ran into someone, Harry covering my mouth.

"Where did you come from?" I asked against his palm.

His eyes were dark.  He was staring down at me, completely calm while I was shaking and out of breath from running away.  I was trying to comprehend how he knew exactly where I would be when I turned down the street, but it was like it was already calculated.  I thought it was going to be fine, but he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder.  I tried to shake myself out of his hold but he wouldn't allow it.  His grip was harsh on my thighs, and I was anxious with the way he was acting.

"Fuck you," I scoffed as he dropped me on his front porch.

"Get the fuck inside of my house," he told me, kicking the keys toward me.

"I'm not going in there."

He was angry.  Angry in a way that I had never seen him before.  Even if he was collected, I could see the rage behind his eyes, Harry crouching down in front of me.  I was still kind of just lying on my side on his front porch, but he tilted my chin up to him, Harry tilting his head slightly as he examined me.  It wasn't the normal way he would assess me either.  I felt like he was looking deep into my soul, his pupils hosting nothing but anger.

"Do you want to try that again, darling?"

I didn't say anything.  I was scared. I just grabbed the keys off the ground and stood up.  After I unlocked the door, I pushed it open, pausing before I went in.  My body was frozen, and I wanted him to go in first.  His house was still uncharted territory for me, but when I glanced over my shoulder at him I knew he wasn't giving me anything that I wanted. 

"Harry."

"No."

"Can't you—"

"No.  Don't fucking ask again."

Sighing loudly, I knew it was no use.  Not after I tried to run away from him like a child. Plus, he was still angry in a way that I had never seen.  Walking in, I quickly turned a light on, Harry slamming the door shut behind him.  He took his shoes off and tossed them carelessly unlike how he usually was neat and precise with the way he did things, Harry glaring at me.

"You can take my bed, I'll sleep somewhere else."

"No, I can sleep on the couch," I told him.

"I swear to fucking God, if you don't listen to me, Magdalina, so help me—"

"You'll what?" I deadpanned.  "Kill me?"

His body stiffened entirely.  He was acting like a complete weirdo, and I now realized why he never got high in front of me.  Even if he had been sweet and clingy earlier, this was not a man that I wanted to be around.  Though, he didn't say anything else to me.  Instead, he stormed out of the room.  I stayed there, watching as he came back with a blanket and a pillow, angrily tossing them onto the sofa.

"You're being so weird right now," I told him.  "I know that you're high, but you're acting more unusual than just that being different.  What's actually bothering you?"

He shook his head.  "I'm going to bed."

"Harry."

"I'm going to bed."

He left the room, but again he was coming out with a T-shirt of his.  I could tell he was still pissed, and while I did not think he was treating me well in the slightest, I couldn't deny the fact that I felt like this was a little sweet of him.  I definitely wasn't going to overlook his behavior, but I found myself taking the clothing from him.

"Harry?" I tried, grabbing his hand but almost immediately I knew it was a mistake.

He grabbed my face the way he normally did, but it wasn't sweet.  Instead, I felt a pressure from his fingers and thumb on either side of my face that I had never felt before.  It hurt, and I was terrified of the man that was in front of me right now.  My body ached, and I found myself watching as he stared down at me with a hatred that I had never seen from anyone. 

"Do not ever fucking touch me when I'm mad like this, do you understand me?"

"I-I didn't—"

"Do you understand me?" he shouted.

"Y-Yes.  I-I understand."

He didn't say anything more, just let go of my face as he stormed off yet again to his bedroom.  I heard his door slam, followed by something falling in his bedroom.  He yelled a curse, but I knew that if I went to see what happened he would probably be pissed at me.  Taking a deep breath, I jumped when I felt something brush against my legs, glancing down to see Izabelle.  She purred softly, and I sat on the couch, Izabelle jumping up onto my lap.

"What have you seen here, huh?" I asked quietly.  "Why is he so angry? I wish you could tell me all of his secrets."

Izabelle meowed softly, letting me pet her.  Taking a deep breath, I just hoped that somehow, someway, this would all work itself out.  I didn't know why the past two days had been so weird between us, but I also wondered if it had something to do with the fact that we were maybe moving very quickly for him after his last relationship ended not too long ago.  Sighing to myself, I got up off the sofa when Izabelle jumped down, heading to the bathroom so that I could change.  It wasn't long until I was staring at myself in the mirror, wondering what I could have done to make him so upset.  Though, I decided it wasn't worth overthinking, knowing it was him and I hadn't done anything wrong.

Heading to bed on the sofa, I felt scared being out in the middle of the big living space.  It felt massive, cold, and scary when he wasn't here with me.  I tried to curl up facing the couch, but even then I felt like I was still exposed to the monsters I was developing in my own mind.  Squeezing my eyes shut, I found myself wishing that I could just go talk to him, but I knew he would just be angry.  Instead, I started crying feeling stupid for letting him get to know me intimately only for him to turn around and act like this with me.  It was embarrassing, to say the least.  But, I had nothing else I could do.  And so, I found myself crying myself to sleep on his cold green couch.