After that nighttime incident Harry managed to avoid Robbie for a week and a day.

He stayed away from the apartment, crashing at Zayn's place. He spent most of his time studying at the library or at the studio trying to work on his project. He was way behind on that. Harry had even considered moving to a new place.

How long was that kid staying here anyway?

Wasn't he on vacation?

Shouldn't he be going back to England soon? Or somewhere?

The only good thing about this was that his mind was finally off of his ex. Instead of brooding over Liam he was now brooding over Robbie. It was like going from one jail cell to another.

Then Harry had to go back to his apartment for a textbook he needed for an exam. He figured going early in the day was his safe bet. Robbie usually liked to sleep in before noon. Probably in a midday coma now.

As soon as Harry made it to his place he found Robbie standing in front of his door fully dressed, arms folded.

"Aw crap."

"Good morning to you too," Robbie glared at him. "I'm doing well, thanks for asking. How about yourself?"

"Shit, how'd you--"

"I was looking out the window and I saw you rushing in. Lucky for me I was on my way to an early appointment."

"Don't let me keep you." Harry tried to move around Robbie but he blocked his way. "Aw come on, what now? I thought you had an appointment."

"Appointments can be broken," Robbie said. "I wanna know why you've been avoiding me and my calls. I thought we were getting along good."

"Look," Harry stood before him. "I'm going to be honest."

"Go ahead."

"I put too much time, sweat and blood into my education," Harry said pointing a finger in Robbie's face. He barely flinched. "I'm not throwing it away for anybody."

"Who's asking you to?"

"The last thing I need is to lose it to your little games."

"What games? What are you talking about?"

"Geez, where do we start?" Harry said. "The guy you brought home the other night or the ex back in London whose life you ruined?"

Robbie looked surprised. "How do you know about London?"

"I heard."

"You don't know the whole story."

"So why don't you tell it?"

Robbie squirmed looking uncomfortable. "I can't, I don't like to talk about it."

"Why not?"

"I'm not ready to." Did his voice almost break?

"Okay then, how about those noises I heard last week, late at night when I was trying to sleep? You getting it on with that guy you brought home."

Robbie looked confused. "What guy? I didn't bring anyone over."

"You really want to play that game?" Harry felt like a jealous partner but he couldn't stop. "You and that guy were in your room and you woke me up with all of that moaning and thumping on the wall. Sounded like you two were having a great time."

"That's none--"

"You're right, your freaky encounters are none of my business but if it's keeping me up at night I'm going to say something."

"I don't understand. I didn't do anything. . .Oh!"

To Harry's surprise Robbie's face turned a deep red. He looked away. "Oh, I think I know what you heard. I was alone--"

"Come on," Harry scoffed. "I know what I heard."

Robbie lowered his eyes to the ground. He squirmed a little, wriggling his hands and kicking a foot against the wall. "Like I said, I was all alone, if you know what I mean."

Robbie's embarrassed look said it all. No wonder Harry heard only him that night.

"Okay, fine you got me." Robbie blurted while waving his arms out. "I was alone and horny so I took matters in my own hands, literally. If you weren't so hot looking sleeping in the nude--"

"What?"

Robbie stopped, realizing he said too much. "Nothing."

Harry stepped closer. "Were you in my place that night?"

"You left your door unlocked." he shufffled his feet, looking guilty.

"That doesn't mean it's an open invitation for you to come in whenever you want. Look here," He pushed him up against the wall. "I don't know how many times I'm going to say this, but I hope it's the last. Whatever game you're playing, you've got the wrong guy. Leave me alone."

The kid looked scared. Good, he thought. He wanted to scare the crap out of him. He was in Robbie's face looking him dead in the eye.

"I've had enough. I have worked too long and hard to have it all thrown away just cause you're bored or whatever and wanna get your kicks." Robbie started to say something but Harry cut him off. "What do you want from me? There are a million idiots in this city you can screw with. Why me?"

Robbie stared back, the fear gone. "I like you a lot. I want you, a lot. And I know you want me too." He moved closer and whispered "You really need to stop running from your feelings."

Harry glared at Robbie.

Robbie glared back.

Then they grabbed each other and began kissing hard. Their tongues danced against each other as they bumped into the wall several times while clinging together.

Robbie's door was left open. Still kissing they managed to stumble through it. They clung to each other as they moved through the clutter on the floor.

"In here." Robbie murmured between kisses. Pulling on Harry's shirt he guided him into his bedroom. They fell onto the bed.

To Harry's surprise Robbie pushed him onto his back and straddled him. For a small guy he was pretty strong Harry noted.

Robbie stared down at Harry with his wicked smile, then he removed Harry's shirt and kissed his neck and chest. Harry watched as Robbie's head moved lower, undoing his jeans. Harry decided to dominate and flipped Robbie onto his back with a force that excited them.

"Oh yeah." Robbie smiled while running his hands down Harry's lower back digging his nails in his skin. He bucked beneath his weight, pressing their swollen crotches together.

Harry couldn't believe how turned on he was. He had never felt like this, not even with Liam. All of his buried feelings came to the surface. He had never wanted anyone as much as he wanted this kid. Correction, man. He bit into Robbie's neck, causing him to moan and writhe.

Robbie couldn't believe he finally had Harry in his bed. The real flesh and blood Harry, not some fantasy guy. So exciting!

For a while they wrestled on the bed pulling clothes away, letting their hands and lips wander over each other's bodies. Harry slid his hands down Robbie's pants causing him to arch his back as he let out a primal yell.

"Oh, oh God." Robbie moaned. "Oh Jesus yes."

Harry suddenly felt a hand below his beltline, then a delicious friction.  He saw Robbie watching his face closely as his hand moved faster and harder.  Harry could feel his body twitch and quiver uncontrolably as he went over the edge.  He grabbed the headboard and held on until he was finally still.

"Ah, you liked that, didn't you?" Robbie smirked as he unzipped his own pants.  "My turn.  You can't have all the fun."  Harry moved down and dipped his head below, sucking him eagerly.  Robbie was soon bucking his hips as he twisted around.  Oh wow! He knew Harry would be good but damn!

Harry watched Robbie's response and was surprised to see that Mr. Cool and Casual was a moaning squirming mess. 

Then Robbie's cell rang loudly, making them stop.

"Wait a minute." Robbie managed to sit up long enough to remove his cell from his pocket and throw it in the corner. "Ignore that.  Don't stop, come on."

They went on making out. Again Robbie flipped Harry on his back.

"I want more," Robbie said. "I want you now. All the way. I'm ready."

For once Harry agreed with him. He wanted it too.

Then Robbie's land phone started ringing. They ignored that also as they tore at the rest of their clothes.

"Robbie, Robbie,"

"Oh Harry. Do me now. I want you so bad."

"Robbie? It's your father."

They stopped when a deep voice was heard in the room. It was the boss on the answering machine. "I'm on my way to pick you up for your appointment. I'm about ten minutes away."

Robbie sat up on the edge of the bed, face flushed, hair mussed, in total disbelief. "You gotta be fucking kidding me."