"I'm about ten minutes away." Robbie's father was saying on the answering machine.

"Shit," Robbie muttered as he climbed off of Harry in a huff. "I swear to God, that man has the worse fucking timing ever." He crawled to the side of the bed and grabbed the phone. "Yeah, hi Dad. Sorry about that, was in the shower. . ."

While Robbie talked to his father, Harry fixed his clothes and went to the bathroom. He put his head under the faucet and turned on the cold water, shaking the drops from his curls.  It cooled him off.  He noticed a hickey forming on the side of his neck and there were scratches on his arms and shoulders.  His boxers were wet and sticky.

Harry leaned on the sink and tried to get his thoughts together. They were this close to having hot and possibly mind blowing sex when the boss called. In a way it was a blessing. The interruption kept him from making the biggest mistake ever.  Doing the other stuff was bad enough.  He couldn't believe what they've done.  It wasn't like him to be that impulsive.  He could still feel Robbie on his flesh, still throbbing.

Things had never been this intense with any of his exes. He had never wanted anyone as badly as he wanted Robbie. Maybe this was something more. . .

Fully dressed, Harry returned to the room. Robbie was still on the phone. The shirt he had been wearing was torn and lying on the floor.

"Okay, no problem," Robbie was saying as he combed his hair. "See you then." He hung up and pulled on a dark button down shirt. He looked at Harry standing there and smiled. "Hey you." He went over and wrapped his arms around his waist. He tried to kiss him but Harry pulled away.

"Isn't your Daddy on his way?" Harry noticed that Robbie's shirt was still unbuttoned.

"Sure but we've got time for a kiss. Unless you want a quickie. If that's the case, you'd better hurry up and get some of this now."

Harry was tempted but instead he backed up. "I should go."

"What about later?" Robbie put his hands on Harry's shoulders. "Will I see you then?" He was stroking the back of Harry's neck.

Harry sighed. "Look, I already told you this wasn't a good idea."

Robbie's hands moved lower. "Are you sure about that?" he whispered.

Harry grabbed his hands and gently moved them away. "Are you trying to ruin me like you ruined that guy back in London?"

Robbie hugged Harry close. Harry had to admit, it did feel good being in his arms. So nice and warm. But the boss. . .

"I told you," Robbie said looking him in the eye. "I don't want to talk about that."

"Then we don't have anything else to say."

Robbie tried kissing him, but he tried to resist. "Don't." Robbie placed his hands on Harry's face and pulled him closer.

"Just kiss me."

Harry relented, letting Robbie's lips slide along his own. He was beginning to weaken when a knock on the door interrupted them. They drew apart.

"Shit," Robbie buttoned his shirt. "To be continued, I guess." He went to greet his father. Harry stayed out of sight until they left. He watched from the window as Robbie and his father got in the car and pulled away.

Harry looked at the messed up bed, thinking about what they had done, and how close they were to going all the way.

And getting caught by the boss, Robbie's father.

Too close.

Harry rushed over to the studio and tried to throw himself into his art project, smearing paints onto the canvas. After a while he gave up. He couldn't concentrate. Since his grade depended on the project he decided to call it a day. No sense messing up the project and flunking the class. He should study for his upcoming exam but he couldn't focus on that either. He was screwed.

Harry left the studio and stopped at a nearby liquor store and bought himself a six pack. Then he went over to the 57th Street Beach. Even though it was early spring it was still bitter cold out here, he noted. He didn't care about the chill. He needed the distraction.

He checked his phone and found several texts, all from Robbie:

Hey u in class? im at lunch with dad but love to see you later;)

hey where are u? im near your school now, wanna meet up? ;) call me?

hey im in bar near apt. come meet me i ll buy u drink.

harry?

Harry turned off his phone. As he sipped his beer he thought about Liam and their relationship. The fights and the loving. They were actually planning their future together.

Then Liam got a sweet job offer in Paris. Harry knew that he would take the job, it was his dream. What Harry hadn't counted on was that he would be one of the many things Liam would leave behind. He was very hurt that Liam made the decision to end their relationship. Ever since, Harry chose to put all of his energies into his work and school, putting all romance on hold. And it had worked out just fine.

Until Robbie.

Robbie came into Harry's life and turned things inside out and upside down. He thought about what they almost did that morning in Robbie's bed. He could still feel Robbie's hands and lips moving everywhere, touching the most sensitive parts of his body. So good. He couldn't remember having that kind of intense passion with Liam, ever. What was that about? Was there something more? He didn't want to think about that. He touched the necklace Liam had given him. He never went without it. Maybe he should reconsider that.

Meanwhile Robbie slammed his phone down on the bar counter. Unfrikkinbelievable! He had been calling and texting Harry all damn day but that guy wouldn't pick up. He polished off his drink and ordered another.

The day went okay. His father had taken him to his errands, then treated him to lunch at one of the finer Chicago establishments. Dad spent more time with him than usual. They talked about their lives in America.

"How have you been enjoying your stay here?" Dad had asked. "Far different from London, isn't it?"

"It's been great." Robbie said, forcing a smile. "I'm really enjoying it."

But Robbie had been distracted. His mind was consumed with memories from that morning. Of Harry looking him in the eye after Robbie told him he wanted him. Their kissing, tearing off most of their clothes. Harry pinning him down on the bed, Robbie feeling and tasting his warm skin. Harry's hands and mouth  moving to his sweet spot. . .

Oh yeah. Best morning ever!

Robbie had wanted it so badly he was this close to exploding. Until Dad spoiled things with his interruption.

Robbie ordered another drink. Once again Harry was running away from his feelings. He knew Harry liked him back. Harry said that Robbie would ruin his life. How? He would never do that to Harry. Harry was nothing like Robbie's ex. . .

That guy on the other hand, deserved everything he got for what he did to Robbie.

Taking another swig of his strong drink, Robbie picked up his phone again. He pulled up a photo he took on his outing around the city. It was a selfie of the three men on the Willis Tower. Robbie and Harry's heads were close together and they were smiling while Zayn posed behind them. In the photo Robbie and Harry looked like a couple who had just started dating. Happy, excited with a lot to look forward to.

Dammit Harry, Robbie thought. What was it going to take to win him?

He ordered another drink.

Harry returned to his apartment. No Robbie, good. He wasn't ready to face him yet. He didn't know how he was going to face his boss either. Hey boss, I was this close to doing your son. And I wanted him with every fiber of my being.

This situation was killing him.

Harry sat on the couch with his textbook and tried to study for his upcoming exam. He couldn't focus on any of the words. They just swam and swirled, much like how Robbie's tongue swirled in Harry's mouth. . .

He slammed the book shut. He was going to fail this class for sure, he hadn't put in enough time with any of the studying. He gave up and turned on the tv. On the screen there was a couple kissing before rolling on the bed. Just like Harry did when he pinned down Robbie, feeling him moving beneath him. . .

A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.

Two police officers stood there. Between them they held up a very drunk Robbie.

"Heyyy!" Robbie said, sending a cloud of booze breath in Harry's face. "Wassup, baby." He let out a very loud burp. "Scuse me."

"Do you know this man?" the police officer asked Harry. "He gave us your name. Says he lives here."

"I's so fucked up!" Robbie laughed.

"Yeah, no kidding." the other cop said. "Do you know him or what?"

"Uhh," Harry wanted so badly to say no. "Yeah, unfortunately I do."

Robbie stuck out his tongue at the cops and blew a raspberry. "Thhhpt!"

"He was causing a disturbance outside a nightclub." the first officer said.

"I gotta go pee!" Robbie announced as he started to pull down his pants.

"Oh God!" Harry quickly grabbed him and pulled them up. They struggled.

"Stop! I gotta piss!" Robbie managed to peel them down enough to moon the cops before Harry pulled them back up.

"Are you sure you can't put him in one of your cells?" Harry asked the police. "Just until he sobers up?" He was propping a squirming Robbie up in his arms.

"Gotta pee!" Robbie struggled to get loose but Harry held him tight, inhaling whatever drink he had. "Need to take a leak. Let me take it out."

"Pee in the toilet, dammit."

Robbie suddenly threw up, on Harry and the floor. "Oops, hadta puke instead."

"He's your problem now." The officers turned to go. "Have a nice evening."

"Yeah, you too." Harry dragged Robbie into his own apartment.

"Whee!" Robbie flapped his arms. "I can fly, I can fly!"

"Yeah, great." Harry huffed as he dragged Robbie to the couch. "Let's see if you can sit." He plopped him down. As he tried to pull away Robbie latched onto him with his arms and legs.

"Kiss me."

"What? Hell no," Harry turned his head away. "You just threw up. Let me go."

He tried to peel away Robbie's limbs while Robbie placed kisses all over his face. "Mwah, mwah."

"Stop, you're wasted."

Robbie fell back on the sofa like a limp doll. He was passed out.

Harry cleaned him up and stretched him out on the couch. Then he cleaned up the mess in the hall and then himself. Jesus, what a day! He was ready to end this day.

He covered Robbie with a blanket. Then he sat nearby and watched him sleeping. He smoothed the guy's hair from his face, then touched his pink lips. Robbie looked exhausted.

Harry wondered how long was he going to keep his feelings buried.

A/N Thanks for reading. If you enjoyed this please vote and comment. It really means a lot :)

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