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I was about to break into a fangirl moment and my boyfriend was here.

Somehow I doubted he would appreciate me squealing over another guy.

Real it in, Monty. Calm down. You can do it.

"He's just a friend." I replied and I wanted to high-five myself with how casual I sounded when inside I was screaming, a tiny, metaphorical me was jumping and dancing and singing.

"A friend?" I could see the skepticism on Harrison's –handsome- face. He looked doubtful and I knew I had to change the subject.

"Yeah. So the movie is over?" I asked looking away from his honey eyes and to the TV with the credits rolling. I couldn't believe I feel asleep during one of my favorite movies. I could feel Harrison's eyes study me for another moment before he sighed and stood up stretching.

"Yup." He said popping the "p", arms up and stretching to the ceiling. I heard his joins cracking and he sighed. I stood up too and headed in, wrapping my arms around his waist and pressing my cheek against his chest.

Wow.

When did I get so bold?

My heartbeat increased when I realized what I had done, but I smiled into his chest when his arms came around me, returning the hug. He nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck and the butterflies took off in my stomach.

"You smell so good." He whispered and I giggled. "I love the smell of coconut." He continued, describing the scent of my shampoo and body wash. He always went on about loving the smell and I thought it was adorable.

"Thank you. It's my shampoo." I whispered and his arms tightened around me.

"I know. Don't ever change it." He lifted his head away from my neck and then dipped it back down again to claim a quick kiss. His lips were warm and soft and gentle and my arms unwound themselves from around his waist so my hands could slide up his chest and then around his neck. My fingers playing his soft hair at the base of his neck. He pressed me close -if that was even possible- and then pulled back so we could breath.

He left me breathless.

Literally.

"God Monty." He whispered, "You don't know what you do to me."

His eyes scanned my face and then he smiled a bright, charming smile with his little dimple that captivated me every time. I just had to smile back at him.

If you knew Harrison Cole and you could see that smile you would know that you just have to smile back. Its not an option. It's a mandatory response.

His eyes shined as he ducked his head and captured my lips again. This time the kiss was faster, more intimate. My heart began beating out of my chest as he pushed me towards the couch again. My knees hit it and I sat, he made quick work of lying me down and climbing on top of me.

His mouth broke away from mine, and his lips moved down my jaw. My chest was heaving and I couldn't think straight. My whole body was warming up. Places I didn't know could get warm.

His hand began drifting up my shirt and I panicked.

"Harry." I whispered, I felt him pause in his movements. For a moment I thought I was gonna be sick. What if he hated me because I didn't want to go any further. Did he expect me to? Should I? Maybe I was being a baby about it.

Oh god what if all he wanted was... sex.

He pulled back and looked up at me, his eyes slightly lidded, glazed over with heat. I bit my lip and he groaned dropping his head to rest on my chest. Slowly he removed his hand from my shirt, instead he wrapped them both around my waist and pulled me up against him.

I felt a sense of relief. He wasn't mad. Thank god he wasn't mad. I had this awful feeling that if he insisted I wouldn't be able to say no and that almost broke all the opinions I'd thought I'd had about my self.

Instead he just buried his head into my shirt like a little boy begging for some candy.

I giggled as he lifted his head and offered me a pleading looking. I shook my head and he sighed.

"You're gonna kill me Tana." He moaned dramatically.

After kissing a couple more times we checked the time and realized it was going on six o'clock in the evening.

"Want to stay for dinner?" I asked picking up the empty popcorn bowl. Harrison must have eaten most of it by himself since I feel asleep, tossed the empty Coke cans into the bowl, he had drunk my soda too, and headed into the kitchen with Harrison on my heels. He was checking his phone, eyes on the screen.

"Um, no thanks babe."

Swoon.

He called me babe!

That was the first time he ever called me babe!

And he said it so naturally.

Like it was a normal occurrence.

Swoon again.

"You sure?" I tossed the empty cans into the recycling and placed the bowl in the sink.

"Yeah I'm actually gonna head over to John's. He lives just around the corner from you. Did you know that?" he asked looking up from his phone and I signed leaning up against the counter.

Yes I did know that Mr. Sourpuss lived less than five minutes from my house. Sadly I had seen him around. He drove by on his way to school. I didn't need reminding of Jerk Boy's close proximity at all times.

"Yeah." I breathed out and Harrison chuckled. He knew I didn't like John. He knew John didn't like me.

"I don't know why you two don't get along." He said coming closer and I frowned.

"Don't get along? He hates me! I've never done anything to him and he hates me."

"He doesn't hate you..."

"Uh, yeah he does. He accidentally spilt a whole can of Dr. Pepper on me at lunch on Tuesday." I argue as Harrison slips his hand onto my hip. "I had to wear my gym shirt all day, remember? And I was sticky and disgusting till I got home. It was gross."

His thumb began to rub on the sliver of skin between my leggings and top, "He apologised."

I laughed at that. Barely. I think he was trying do distract me with his touch.

I wouldn't let him win.

"He said, and I quote," I pointed a finger at his face to show him how serious I was about these words being John's "Whoa didn't see you there, Montgomery." Harrison laughed at my attempted guy's voice. "That is not exactly an apology. Especially because he most certainly did see me! I was stood right next to you! I was holding your hand and everything and yet every drop of that soda ended up on me!"

I was actually getting fired up about the memory. At the time my anger was dulled by my embarrassment and my eyes had prickled with tears when everyone in the cafeteria went silent. Watching my white shirt become see-though. I actually cried in the girl's bathroom after that. Now though, now I was just pissed remembering it.

I mean spilling his soda on me in front of everyone was low and cliché. Two things I wouldn't have pegged John Harper as, but hey, you think you know people...

"Alright so he probably did it on purpose..."

"Probably?"

"He did do it on purpose, but I told him to lay off after wards."

"You did?" I asked surprised and warmed by this news.

"Yeah."

"That's really sweet of you." I said, "But it probably just made him hate me more anyway." He just sighed and pecked me on the lips, not bothering to defend his friend anymore. Was I being a nagging girlfriend? I didn't want to be the type of girl to hate on her boyfriend's friends, to be clingy and ask him to chose between his friends and I.

Why did John have to be Harrison's best friend? Why couldn't it have been someone nice? Someone who didn't not like me? I mean Finn was the best! I loved Finn and we got along great, best out of all of Harrison's friends and yet John... we couldn't stand the sight of each other.

"Mind if I leave my car in your drive? I think I'm going to walk over and I'll just grab it in the morning before practice. Our last game is on Tuesday." Harrison said regarding football. This season was still going. They had to make up a game that was canceled back in September because of a big storm that hit, so the season was extended by a week.

"Yeah that's fine." I said "I'll walk you halfway?" I asked and he nodded with a smile. We headed to grab our coats. It was nippy outside. The first snow was meant to fall next weekend and hopefully we could get a snow day out of it. Christmas break was in two weeks anyway though. The Snow Ball even sooner.

I pulled my pompom hat onto my head and pulled on a pair of gloves, zipping my jacket up all the way.

"Cozy?" Harrison asked with a smirk as I snuggled my chin into my fluffy scarf and I nodded. He chuckled and kissed me before we headed out.

I didn't bother to lock the front door since I would be back in less than ten minutes probably. I held Harrison's hand as we walked, my mind wandering to the phone call I had with Issac earlier.

He had something important to ask me? What could that possibly be? And a surprise? I loved surprises. So long as they were good ones. I know most people don't like surprises for some reason, but I did.

It was so exciting. Surprise dates and surprise gifts and surprise in the form of good news. I loved it all. I was giddy with the thought of Issac's surprise and intrigued by this secret question.

My eyes wandered the street and I saw someone walking down the street towards us. The person's head was down so I couldn't see their face, but they were a distance away and it was pretty dark. The streetlights were bright around these streets though, one thing I was always grateful for. No one could sneak up on you.

Harrison stopped walking and pulled me in. My eyes leaving the random stranger who looked oddly familiar.

"I had fun today." Harrison said with a smile and I smiled back.

"Me too, though I'm sorry again for falling asleep on you."

"No problem, you're cute when you snore anyway."

I gasped and hit him lightly on the shoulder

"I do not snore!"

The amusement in his eyes told me he was just teasing, but my cheeks were already blushing red.

"You mind if I come over after practice tomorrow?" He asked as he tucked some hair behind my ear. I but my lip... I was getting coffee with Issac tomorrow. I didn't want to have to leave him or rush home to meet Harrison.

"What time would that be? I have something in the morning."

He watched me, "With that friend?"

I nodded and he sighed.

"Probably around lunch time, maybe a little later. It depends if I go home and shower or if I could just shower at your place."

I warmed at the scandalous thought of Harry showering at my house. That was intimate, that was... it was personal. We're we at that level? My mind wandered back to his soft lips on my throat earlier and I decided we were there. I was excited at the thought. Giddy even.

"You can uh, shower at my place." I whispered, hoping he wouldn't take it the wrong way.

It must have been the right answer though because I was bestowed with one of his charming grins.

"I'll text you later, okay?" he said and I nodded as he kissed me one last time before he crossed the street and headed off down the street the rest of the way to John's house.

I watched his retreating figure for a few blissful moments before I turned around and almost rammed right into someone, key work almost, before I managed to save myself and jumped backwards. It was the stranger from before presumably.

"I am so sorry, I wasn't expecting... y-you..." I couldn't finish my sentence when I met the eyes of the person. My eyes widened and so did theirs.

I couldn't believe he was there. He was stood in front of me.

"John." I said shocked.

The boy who had been walking in the distance was John. My eyes scanned his figure in disbelief. He had a stuffed pink bunny in his hand and I could see a plastic toy of some kind sticking out of his jacket pocket.

When he saw me staring at the bunny, his startled expression at seeing me dropped and he shoved that hand into his pocket too. He glanced around and saw Harrison's retreating figure. Harrison was heading off to John's house, which was just around the corner.

Apparently John wasn't there though, he was in front of me. I had only offered to walk Harrison half the way because I didn't want to get any closer than that to Jerk Boy and yet life was exceedingly unfair and here he was. He was dressed casually in jeans and leather jacket, his hair was scruffy.

I wasn't really used to seeing him out of school uniform. I had to wonder what he was doing out of the house at this time of the evening. With a fluffy bunny in his pocket at that. Did he even know Harrison was coming over? Or had Harrison just decided to go over himself.

I suppose they were best friends and Harrison felt comfortable enough to just walk over and into John's house like he lived there too. John's eyebrows were pinched together and the expression on his face was one of distaste now that he had time to assess the situation. He knew I had just been with Harrison. His eyes narrowed at Harrison's back.

I felt nervous, unsure how he was going to handle the situation. I hoped he'd just jog to catch up with his friend and pretend he hadn't ever seen me.

That was too much to ask.

"You think that Harrison, likes you?" He asked suddenly and I was taken off guard, not expecting that from him. His steal grey eyes were cold and dark all I could do was stare in shock in response.

"You think that he's into you? For real?" he continued and still I said nothing.

"I- I don't know- I"

No.

John wasn't going to ruin this for me. My anger from earlier about the Dr. Pepper incident started to bubbled back up. I didn't know why he didn't like me so much. I had never done anything to him. Never had I done anything to deserve his cruel and snide remarks. He was an asshole with a stick up his ass and I was tired of facing the brunt of his bad moods, which by the way were never ending!

I didn't need to stutter and give him the satisfaction of seeing me become embarrassed because of him anymore.

"I don't know what you have against me, but whether you like it or not Harry and I are dating."

"Oh so it's Harry, now? When did that little development occur?"

"It--"

"Just stop and listen to yourself, Montana. Did this relationship seem at all possible in September? Did it? When you skipped into school on the 3rd with you knee high socks and messy bun, did you think you'd be dating Harrison in December?"

I didn't know what to say to that. I know I definitely never saw Harry asking me out.

"Why do you think he noticed you out of no where? Huh?" He snapped, his voice as fierce as lightning.

I could feel the prickle of doubt he was planting in my head festering. It was an ugly little thing that I wouldn't allow to grow. He was picking on my insecurities. How could I let this bully knock me down? Harrison had proved himself to be charming.

With a deep breath I ready the words I'd always wanted to say to him.

"Look, I don't care if you hate me because you aren't the one I need to enjoy spending time with. I try to be cordial with you, but you just can't seem to stand me no matter what! You go and spill drinks on me for no reason when I'm minding my own business. And for the record I do believe that Harrison likes me and I have reason to."

I could feel my confidence growing as I continued to speak. The shock on his face that I was actually speaking with force and confronting him head on about his behaviour was short lived though as he cut me off.

His tone went deeper as he spoke again and he took a step closer to me his head leaning forward a bit, "You listen here, Montgomery," my name on his lips sounded like venom spat from a serpent's mouth. "I don't care whether you hate me or not either, I'm not the one kissing you everyday. My best friend on the other hand... I've known Harrison for my entire life. I'm not saying this because I hate you. Get over yourself." He snapped with a sneer, and once again John Harper had gotten me.

It seemed I could never get ahead with this kid.

"That's one of your problems." He continued "You're too busy thinking that because you're a nobody in school people are always out to get you because of that. I don't care that you're a nobody. What I don't understand is why Harrison is playing with you."

He leaned back again and readjusted his shoulders studying me for a few seconds, my lip was quivering. I felt stupid. Were my eyes watering again? Why did I always cry in front of him? Always. He had seen me cry more than any other person. He had seen the tears leaking when he spilt his soda on me. He was the only one who saw. He just got to me more than anyone else could.

"Maybe he sees some cute little novelty toy. Maybe he's trying distract himself from Liana. Maybe he's trying to make some fucked up point to someone. Maybe he genuinely thinks he likes you at the moment, but the moment will pass. I don't really care, but whatever the reason... you will get hurt. It's gonna be ten times worse than what you feel right now, trust me on that. You can't handle simple facts like these, what about lies? Can you handle the lies that will continue to pour out of his mouth?

Call me the asshole for telling you the truth if that helps you sleep at night. It may seem cruel to tell you now, but you'll thank me later. You'll thank me later if you get out of this now."

His words sounded eerily like Liana's from last week. Did Harrison really like me or was I just his shiny new toy for now?

Was I going to be used just to be tossed aside? I didn't think so.

And John has mentioned making a point. What kind of point? And to who? Did he know something I didn't?

I didn't think Harrison was like that at all though. I had managed to write Liana's comments and threats off as jealousy.

She was jealous about Harrison's relationship with me. She and he had been sort of together before he and I went on a date, but what could John's motives be in saying something like this? It was like he was jealous of Harrison and I's relationship.

That was ridiculous.

What he could have to be jealous about that? His jaw was set, his lips pressed into a thin line, his dirty blonde hair all scruffed up and falling in his eyes and I shivered against the cold. He pursed his lips slightly as though he was going to open them again; his fist loosened a little, and this wave of need washed over me.

I wanted someone to hold me, to fill the hole John had just carved out and for a second... a really tiny second I thought he was gonna say sorry, it was in his eyes. At least I thought it was, but the only thing that happened was his face filling with rage as a tear rolled down my cheek.

Then he just strode right past me in the direction Harrison had gone, his shoulder brushing mine a little and I felt like I was about to crack and fall to dust right there in the middle of road.

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A/N- Aww poor Monty! I think I'd cry too if John Harper gave me a piece of his mind like that.

However, do you think there is any merit in his words? Is he trying to help Monty? Or trying to sabotage her relationship with his friend? If so why do you think he'd do that? All of Harrison's other friends have pretty much welcomed her into the group. It's been made pretty clear that John is Harrison's closest friend in the group, he was the first one we met too.

BUT with all that cute Harry Fluff earlier how could he possibly be what John says? I loved this chapter too with all the Monty/Harrison moments.

What would their ship name be?