I walked downstairs around mid afternoon and found Anne-Marie making pancakes. They smelled delicious and my stomach rumbled in agreement. The Kitchen tiles felt cold under my bare feet as I plodded towards the island in the middle of the room and sat myself down in one of the two chairs. 

"Want some?" She grinned as she flipped two of them onto a plate. I nodded furiously. She made proper fluffy pancakes that reminded me of America. "Fine. So tell me about last night?" She chuckled as she pulled the plate out of my reach. "I don't need names, just tell me - was it good?" She smirked.

"Yes." I grabbed for the pancakes. It was more than good. Harry certainly knew what he was doing.

"Are you going to see him or her again?" She asked as she relinquished control, my stomach growled gratefully.

 "Uhm... not sure." I replied. I mean honestly, I wanted to, but it wasn't just my decision. I had no idea if "fucking" was something Harry would be up for. You'd think it would be right up most guys street but a few months in and they're suddenly calling every night, wanting to know where you are and who you're with, and turning up at your office in tears because you didn't reply to their heart eyes emoji.

"OK. I hope you do though. This is the happiest I've seen you in months." She smiled, and I felt relieved that she let me finish my food in peace. I was sure she wasn't finished with her detecting though. If Harry agreed to my plan, then maybe I'd put her out of her misery.

I sat on the sofa, my laptop balancing against my crossed legs while I confirmed some arrangements for Anne-Marie's next job. My phone wriggled across the cushion as it buzzed. I smiled when I saw the notification from "Handsome fucker". Before I opened his text, I scrolled to his contact info and changed his name to Dimples. It was ambiguous enough that a stranger wouldn't know who it was if they got into my phone.

Dimples - 16.04: Got your note. Obviously I'd like to repeat. Can you come over tonight?

Dimples - 16.06: We can come up with a plan?

Me - 16.09: Sure. Just let me know when you're home?

...

I got the Uber to drop me off at a pub a few streets away from Harry's house. I'd found it on Google Maps and figured it was a good drop off spot to avoid making it obvious where I was heading. I wandered inside the pub and made my way to the bar.

Me - 23.52: In the pub close by. I'll be there in 5/10 minutes. Didn't want to be too obvious.

I squeezed myself into a space between a group of guys on my left and a couple on my right. I smiled when the barman walked over to me quickly considering how busy it was in here. "Hey there, what can I get you?" He smiled cheerfully.

"Uhm. What Tequila do you have?" I smiled back at him as I scanned the shelves full of bottles behind him.

"If you're just going toshot it I don't think it really matters." He shrugged but one bottle caught my eye.

"Oh. Is that Calle 23 Criollo, could I have that with ice, please?" I pulled out my purse.

"That fucker." He rolled his eyes. "You could do me a favour and buy the whole bottle. My brother convinced me to buy a case of that stuff, apparently some kid in a boy band lives around here and supposedly he's into Tequila and yet it's still sitting on my shelf, who'd have thought it eh?" He chuckled.

"You my friend, have yourself a deal." I grinned.

"Oh. It's okay. I was joking." He waved his hand. 

"I'll still take it." I smiled politely.

"OK. Just wait there." He said before he disappeared through a door.

Dimples - 23.55: Cool. Just finishing up in the gym. Just let yourself in. I'll get the gate for you.

Harry's text had me even more eager to get over there. I bet he looked good all sweaty from the gym. I mean there was no reason we couldn't "talk" after a more private workout.

"Figured I could make it look nice for you." The barman handed over the bottle now packaged in a fancy looking gift box. "Leftover from some promotion the brewery did."

"Thanks." I smiled and fished my credit card from my wallet.

"No, thank you. I thought this stuff would be here forever." He set down the chip and pin machine and I paid as quickly as I could. Thoughts of sweaty Harry were still swirly in my brain, making me wet. I said goodbye and headed to the door.

"I'll shout you a drink next time you're in." He yelled after me. I made sure nobody was watching me but luckily no one paid me the least bit of attention as I headed left and then left again. The streets were quiet. The chill in the air made me pull my jacket tighter around me. I missed LA weather. I stopped under a lamppost to check I was still heading in the right direction. I shifted the box of Tequila into my left arm and pulled out my phone. I smiled when I realised I only had to make another right at the end of the road and it was the third house in. My feet moved as fast as they could without actually running. The thought of missing Harry in the gym was very motivational. 

I grinned as his gate opened for me and I heard it close behind me. I let myself in, closed the door and kicked off my shoes just like last night. I slid off my jacket and hung it on a peg beside what I assumed was his black wool coat. I sat my bag and the bottle of tequila down on the table just as Harry came bounding along the hall.

"Just gonna grab a quick shower, Pinky." He said and like I suspected he looked fucking hot. My mouth was opening and closing like a guppy fish as I took in his body glistening in sweat, boxing gloves strapped to his hands and a bandana holding back his wet curls.

"Pinky?" Harry quirked his head at me.

"Yeah - uh - no - I mean what was the question?" I shook my head as Harry chuckled. Oh, what the hell was I worried about, he already knew I found him attractive and this was pretty much the reason I was here. I stalked across the floor towards him, his eyes watching me carefully. "Fuck me, Harry!" I grabbed his arm and pulled him towards the stairs. "Fuck me, now!"

"With pleasure." He growled, using his teeth to undo the fastenings on his gloves. I stopped on the first floor where I'd used the bathroom the previous night and waited for him to tell me which bedroom was his. "Keep going up." He pinched my arse and dropped his gloves on the floor. I watched as they thudded off the floor. His lips attached themselves to mine as he backed me up the stairs and I just knew this would be hot and heavy and I literally couldn't wait for it.

...

"Fuck, Pinky! That was exactly what I needed but now I really need a shower." Harry sniffed his armpit and the way he scrunched up his nose was ridiculously cute.

"I think you smell sexy, very manly." I stretched out my body and I admit I got a kick out of the way his eyes devoured my body. "Mind if I join you?" I followed him as he climbed out of his massive bed.

"Yeah actually, I like to shower alone." His tone was calm and flat and I almost walked into him as he stopped moving.

"Oh. Uhm. Okay." I frowned and sat back down on the bed. I looked up at him as he started to laugh.

"I'm joking. We just fucked like our lives depended on it, you really think I'd care if you showered with me?" He walked into the en suite and I quickly stood up and followed him. Since he'd been so mean I had no qualms about checking him out, my eyes lingered on the purple bruise I'd left on his arse.

"Ouch!" He pouted when I poked it with my finger. He held open the shower door, and I stepped inside. Once he closed the door, he pressed his body against my back and reached over my shoulder to turn on the water. He shuffled me a little further forward, the warm water beat down on my chest and I closed my eyes. I could feel his arms moving around about me. "You want some shampoo?" He spoke into my ear as something solid tapped against my shoulder. I blindly reached for the bottle and then reluctantly opened my eyes to squeeze the liquid into my hand. It smelled like a tropical holiday, that distinctive beach smell. I rubbed my hands together before running my fingers through my hair.

"So what do you want out of this?" I yelled over the noise of the shower.

"To get clean?" He questioned as we showered, our backs pressed against each other so we could share the water. "Conditioner?"

"No, you doughnut. I meant from our arrangement?" I took the conditioner bottle from him. It had the same holiday scent. I placed the bottle back on the shelve beside the shampoo and then took the body wash. It smelled of vanilla. I bent over to clean my legs and feet.

"Oh - uhm - I - yeah, I'm not really sure?" I couldn't see his face to try to work out what he was thinking, so I turned to face him but he was still facing the other way.

"Harry?" I waited until he turned to face me before I continued. "You can be honest. I'm not a little girl, you won't break my heart or ruin my dreams. I get horny sometimes and so far I enjoy fucking you, you're good at it. Simple as that." I shrugged nonchalantly.

"Same. But I - uhm." He sighed and then took a deep breath. "I'm not a fuck then leave kinda guy. Being alone after makes me feel well alone. I like to cuddle." He confessed, and I felt glad that he was being honest. Honesty was key if this was going to work.

"You still need love cause you're just a man." I cupped his cheeks in my hands as he turned off the water. "I promise I'll take care of you afterwards, Harry." I placed a kiss to his forehead and the smile he gave me made his dimple pop.

"Also, if you're going to quote song lyrics at me, then they should be mine." His smile turned into a smirk.

"Such a pretty face, on a pretty neck." My fingers brushed the curls at the back of his neck as we stumbled out of the shower.

"Driving me crazy." He wrapped his arm around my body and pulled me into him, his lips hungrily moved against mine as he placed a fluffy white towel on my shoulders.

"I already know you're into it." I chuckled as I pulled away from him to dry myself off. Once I was done I headed to grab the sweatpants and t-shirt I'd brought with me before I realised my bag was still downstairs. "Shit!"

"What's up?" Harry asked as his hand mussed up his hair. Hmm... that looked hot.

"My bag is still downstairs. I'll -"

"Just grab one of my shirts or walk around naked. I really don't mind." He smirked.

"Any shirt?" I looked at him with wide eyes. I knew exactly which shirt I wanted if it was here. Anne-Marie didn't always keep the clothes she performed in.

"So long as it's easy to take off later then I don't give a fuck." He nudged me towards his wardrobe and I pulled open the door and gasped. Fuck! His clothes were stunning but I couldn't take any of them in, my eyes were busy hunting for the one item I longed to feel against my skin. I found a section of silk shirts, beige, black, floral, white, striped and then I spotted it, my heart did a little flutter as I ran my fingers along it. The pale pink silk shirt from his performance yesterday. Louis Vuitton I read as I pulled it from the hanger and slid it over my body, maybe I should treat myself to one. A divorce present to myself.

"Fuck, you look hot in that." Harry grinned at me. "Matches your hair." It really did I realised when I caught my reflection in the mirror, maybe that's why I was so drawn to it?

-----

"Ooh. Need pants!" She skipped off down the stairs and I couldn't stop myself from smiling as she kept flashing me her rear end as the shirt moved with the momentum of her bounding down the stairs.

"What's in the box?" I asked as she pulled a pair of pants from her bag.

"Oh. I brought Tequila. It caught my eye in the bar." She pushed the box towards me.

"Nice. I'll grab some glasses and it's my turn to choose the movie." I said as I headed to the Kitchen. I filled the ice bucket with ice and grabbed two glasses from the cupboard.

When I got back, she wasn't in the hall anymore. Her bag was still there but Pinky and the Tequila were gone. I figured she'd headed through to the lounge.

"Oh shoot! Let me help you with that." She jumped up from the sofa and grabbed the ice bucket from me.

"I can manage." I chuckled at her saying shoot, it was cute.

"What are we watching?" She asked as I poured us both a drink. I became fascinated by the way her perfectly manicured fingers used the tongs to place two pieces of ice into her glass. "Harry?" Her arm nudged mine, and I shook myself free from her spell.

"Memento - it's a Chris-"

"Oooh. I love that film. I had such a huge crush on Carrie-Anne Moss when she played Trinity." Pinky snuggled in beside me and I admit I liked this almost as much as I liked having sex with her.

"You and Trinity would make such a badass couple. Are you gonna want to tell people about us?" The thought suddenly popped into my head.

"Probably won't want it broadcast from the rooftops but there are a couple of people who I wouldn't care if they knew, how about you?" She looked up at me as I thought about it.

"Same." I smiled. I didn't plan on telling anyone but if Jeff or Gem found out, then it wouldn't bother me.

"Oh, and if you're fucking other people, then that's cool but please be careful." She took a sip of her drink and honestly I didn't know whether I should be offended, what the hell did she think of me? But then the more I thought about it the more it made sense. I mean we weren't always going to be in the same country so having the freedom to find a release elsewhere seemed like a good idea.

"You too." I said and took a sip of my own drink which was as vibrant and complex as the woman who had gifted it. My fingers stroked through her hair, enjoying that she smelled like my shampoo. Her hair was soft and her curls wrapped around my fingers. 

"This film is so good. Have you ever loved somebody enough to do all this?" She nodded towards the screen. 

"Hmm... I always feel like I'm in love with people that much but I don't know, afterwards I doubt it. How about you? Would you do all this for Richard?" She didn't reply and the silence in the room seemed deafening. I shouldn't have mentioned him. Why did I mention him? Fuck what was I supposed to say? 

"Richie is - was -" She paused again. "Before him relationships bored me after a while. With him the boredom never came. But like you I find myself doubting it now. I mean, he wasn't who I thought he was so I guess I loved somebody who didn't really exist? And that makes me sad. Makes me feel like an idiot." 

"Hey, don't beat yourself up. Your feelings were real regardless of him misleading you." I replied, and she took a large gulp of her Tequila. "Best sex you ever had?" 

"Oh. One night after a show. I met this girl, she was wild. I was still on a high after performing and she had this swing thing -"

"I think you and I are going to have lots of fun. Lots and lots of fun." She giggled as she poured us another drink. I got the distinct impression that the swing girl wouldn't even come close to matching Pinky and the things she had to show me and honestly, the thought filled me with excitement.