Harry's POV:

I sat there in the car twirling my phone around, my dead phone, hoping one of the boys would give up the charger soon. And even if they did I would only have it for about a minute or two before having to jump out of the car, change in about ten minutes before having to pick clair up and go to a club. Yes, I could easily shoot my self today. I haven't been in direct contact with my wife in a few days and it is killing me!

I jumped out of the car when it pulled up behind the other one and quickly ran through the doors to avoid the crowed. I stepped on to the elevator with Mark and waited for the other boys and Paul. I don't see why we need two grown men to escort us to our rooms, which are right next to each other, I mean what's gonna happen? The boogie man is going to jump out and get us?

When I walked into my room I saw that the bed was made and everything was cleaned up, I'll have to leave a tip because lately I've been a mess there for my room is a mess.

I changed into a gray shirt, brown leather jacket, and changed my flip flops for my boots. My hair has sort of grown out again so I just feel like leaving it down. I ran my hand through it a couple of time before grabbing my nightly necessities and going over to Liam's room.

"Hey mate, you ready?" I called out. I heard some shuffling going on and then he answered the door. I peeked around him and saw Niall.

"Yeah, lets go." He walked out with Ni behind him, who closed the door, and we went back down the elevator. We had planned earlier to take separate cars, well Brad decided for us. He is still in London but still has the ability to control our every move.

I jumped into the car and it took off with in seconds of Liam's and Niall's. While they continued ahead my car took a left and pulled up to an apartment building. There was already a camera or two out side the front doors, but I wasn't going to get out of the car just to walk the fake girlfriend to the car. 

She has legs, she can walk.

I am feeling extra sassy today. Having an attached room to Louis has some disadvantages.

The door opened and in stepped Clair in a short, bright, yellow dress. It didn't really flatter her. She was all smiles for the cameras waving here and there, I had to reach over her to forcibly close the door.

"Oh, c'mon. Don't start the night off with being a pain in the butt." She pouted. I rolled my eyes and looked down at my phone which started to ring.

"Hello." I answered, picking a the wholes in my jeans.

"Is this Taylor?" an innocent voice asked from the other side.

"No, who's Taylor?" I asked, just a little curious of what her answer would be. Her little act faltered when I heard her giggle, definitely giving her away.

"Oh, you know, just my supposed baby daddy." I shook my head at her tone of voice. "I miss you."

"I miss you too Leah." I heard Clair scoff at my affection but I just ignored her. "How are the babies?" They've been on my mind this whole time. I've been worrying if she has been eating enough, if she is in any pain, how big she is (I'm sure the pictures don't do her justice), and all the little things that I'm sure the girl are taking care off.

"They're fine. The doctor told me when I was last there that around this time they can actually hear music now. Every night they get to listen to a song or two" I could hear the smile in her voice. "I think their favorites are either Alive or Don't Let Me Go." I chuckled.

"You actually play that for them?" 

"It helps them sleep, and I have a feeling unlike their father they will be pretty good dancers." I laughed in agreement. I wish I could hold all three of them in my arms again.

"Okay, you never told me who this Taylor person really is." I questioned while we stopped in traffic. I glanced over at Clair who was on her phone txting someone.

"Just look up all the rumors on twitter or something, I'm surprised you haven't already heard anything about him." For some reason my blood began to boil from how she was talking about this guy. I know he isn't a threat to me just the fact that there are obviously pictures out there of them together just gets under my skin. "Once you see them, then you can ask me who he is." 

I rolled my eyes, "Okay, Okay. So why are you up anyway?" I had to be pretty late over there. I was glad I could hear her voice again, but I know she needs rest.

"Couldn't sleep." She said while she yawned. "But I think I can now."

"Okay, sleep tight princess. I love you." I said my goodbyes.

"I love you too." The phone clicked and she was gone.

"You two are so mushy together." Clair sneered from her seat. "I think I'm kind of jealous." She was still looking at her phone, but she had an evil smirk on her face.

"Well, too bad all this is fake." I said was sarcastic sadness. She looked up at me and raised in eyebrow, as did I as if to challenge her. I felt the car come to a stop and she glanced past me.

"As far as they are concerned, it's real."

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"And then Greg walked in, and he has never looked at me the same way again." Niall and the rest of the table burst out laughing. I sat my drink down afraid I would spill it on my self. My arm was reluctantly trapped around Clair's shoulders causing her to snort in my ear.

I looked over at Liam who was still laugh but it seemed he was laughing at the situation in front of him instead of Niall's story. I picked my drink back up and took a sip just starring at the table until I was practically jerked out of the booth.

"Come on, this is my favorite." Clair was yanking at my arm. I took a few seconds to listen to the beat to make out the song and as soon as Kesha's voice boomed over the room I knew it.

I rolled my eyes and stood up. I'm positive there is some one with a camera in here so I need to pretend I'm at least enjoys this person's company.

She pulled me to the dance floor. I pretty much just stood there swaying my hips back and forth to the upbeat music. Clair huffed as if I was seriously offending her so she tugged me closer by my neck and forced my hands on her hips. 

"Please at least pretend that you are enjoying this?" She asked in a sweet voice and rubbed her nose against my jaw line. I pushed her away a little, and just shook my head.

"I am, can't you tell? I'm jumping for joy." I said in the most serious voice I could manage. She just giggled and plastered her body against mine.

"You know Brad can do so much more than what he is, so if I were you I'd try to act like a civilized person." The devil hissed in my ear. She pulled away and smiled at me like nothing was wrong. I just really want to go back to the hotel now, but we have to have one public appearance per week. "You know this reminds me of the first time we meet."

"In the cafe?"

"No silly, in the club." I nodded my head and looked past her thinking of something "civilized" to respond with.

"Oh, do you want me to go get a beer and throw it on you? Then it will be exactly like the first time." I smiled. She rolled her eyes and punched my arm.

"I'm going to the ladies room." She whispered in my ear, placing a sloppy kiss on my cheek then walking around me.

I walked over to the bar and ordered a drink. Honestly I only drink over here if I am on a forced outing but I only have one drink per night. I leaned back against the counter top and watched all the sweaty couples dance against each other. 

One thing I'm glad about is that I don't have to share the important things between Leah and I with Clair. Leah and I usually never went on dates to a bar or club or any place like this, we usually went on dinner dates or movie dates, something privet and calm just for the two of us.

I closed my eyes as the burning liquid drained down my throat and the vibration of the bass moved through my body. There was this annoying tapping on my shoulder but I just brushed the hand off, I'm sure it was just Clair or another drunken woman. When the hand left, almost immediately I felt it connect with the back of my head. My eyes shot open and there stood Liam.

"What was that for?" I shouted over the music. He rolled his eyes and leaned in closer to me.

"Clair's high." My face dropped and I sighed. Time to go. Liam pointed me in the direction of my "date" and I went to fetch her. Sure enough she was sprawled across the booth with a beer in front of her and twirling an unlit joint in her fingers.

"Let's go." I pulled her up a little harder than I intended to. She dropped the joint and fell into me. She started laughing about who knows what but I just kept dragging her behind me till we got out the door and into the van. I helped her in first, I may not like her but I might as well still be a gentleman, and then followed in after her.

Once I was in she immediately on my lap. "Clair, get off." I said and nicely push her back in her seat.

"Oh, come on baby." She tried the sexy voice but it wasn't really working for her. The mixture of alcohol and weed ruined it. She ran her hand down my face while her other hand tried to subtly sneak up my shirt. I pulled her hands away and pushed them down by her side.

"Don't call me that. Save your self some dignity and act like a woman." I scolded her.

"Obviously you don't remember about that contract you signed." She rested her head back against her seat.

"I didn't sign it." I grumbled while the heated argument replayed from that day.

"Are you sure your not the one that's high." She drew out the last word. I nodded my head and just looked out my window. I was a little distracted when a phone dropped in my lap.

"I got a picture." She sang. I picked her pink phone up and looked at what was on the screen.

In clear black and white was a picture of the contract and sure enough there, in the corner, was my signature.

((Soooooo, what should happen this next time these to are together? I don't really want it to go on as long as the other one did but we will see. Thanks for reading.))