"Look at you, dude." Zayn said when Harry breezed into the club at the back entrance. "All happy and shit."

Harry tried hard to repress the smile on his face. "I don't know what you're talking about." He said as he went to the bar.

Zayn was right behind him. "Come on, don't think I don't know what's going on. What's gotten into you? Or should I say who?" He laughed at his little joke.

Harry went behind the crowded counter to help himself to a drink. Then with Zayn on his heels he went to one of the quieter rooms in back, sitting in one of the large chairs. Zayn was still following.

"Well?" Zayn said.

"Maybe you should rephrase that," Harry said. "Something like who have I gotten into?"

Zayn looked surprised for a moment. "Whoa, so Robbie decided to turn things around? Flip the script, turn the other cheek?"

"In a manner of speaking."

"Was he wasted when he agreed to that?"

"Not really but he did knock back a few drinks during dinner." Harry thought of how sober Robbie seemed when he gave him the bag with his gift.

Zayn shook his head. "He must have been freaking out about the whole thing. I can't see his uptight self on the receiving end. Did he?"

"Surprisingly no," Harry recalled how Robbie lay on the bed willingly, looking up at him. "He was really into it. I have never seen anyone more excited, more alive." He couldn't get that night out of his head. Robbie holding him, raking his nails down his back. Robbie going down on him.

"He liked it?" Zayn said. "Robbie? Really?"

"Best of all it was all for me," Harry said as he sipped his drink and sighed. "It was kinda sweet. He did this for my birthday. Robbie gave me himself. Nobody's ever did that before, for me."

"So," Zayn said. "The closet case gave up the cookie."

"It wasn't like that." It wasn't. Harry and Robbie shared a closeness now. Robbie confessed his feelings for him. They were up to the next level. "It was really special."

Zayn leaned closer to Harry. "So does this mean that Robbie will be coming out of the closet soon?"

The question brought Harry back into the real world. With all the closeness they shared, not to mention all the sex and the declarations of love, Robbie made no mention of the fact that he was gay. Clearly he enjoyed sleeping with another man.

"When will he be leaving Emma?"

Harry could feel his mood sinking. Robbie didn't mention that either. Shit!

"Harry, you know you can't do this again." Zayn said. "You haven't forgotten about that idiot you were seeing before, have you? Remember him? He told you he was going to love you forever while he had the wife and kids at home? He stood you up at the airport? He broke your heart? Do you really want to go through that again?"

The memories flooded back along with feelings of rejection and humiliation. Harry always waiting for calls that never came. Or if they did they were at odd hours when wifey wasn't around. "Robbie's different," he said. "He's not married yet."

"Oh, right," Zayn said. "That makes all the difference in the world. They are in fact planning a wedding."

"I don't know. We don't discuss weddings. It's not like I'm going to be his best man."

Harry's phone rang from the table where he set it. The letter "R" flashed on the screen. Before he could get to it Zayn scooped it up and answered it.

"Hello, Closets R Us," Zayn said. "Where we keep our guests hidden. How can we help you?"

Harry snatched his phone back. "Give it here, douche," He walked away and answered. "Hi."

"What was that about?" Robbie said on the other end.

"Oh that was one of my idiots here, pay him no attention." Harry gave Zayn the finger and shooed him out of the room. Then he sat down with his phone, feeling his heart flutter. "Hey, you."

"Hey, handsome," Robbie said. "Guess what? I have the entire place to myself this weekend."

Harry could already feel excited. "Really?"

"Yeah, Emma's out of town on some ladies' retreat," Robbie said.

Of course she was, Harry thought. When the cat's away the mice play. He shouldn't be doing this.

"I have some of the best wine here," Robbie was saying. "We can have a great time here, just us."

Zayn was right, Harry thought. He was going to be burned good this time. He shouldn't.

"I just got out of the shower," Robbie said. "The only thing I'm wearing is the water."

Damn!

Harry made it to Robbie's condo in record time. Before he could even knock Robbie flung open the door. He wasn't kidding about wearing nothing. He pulled Harry inside and slammed the door with his foot.

"Hi," Robbie giggled, his hair still damp from his shower.

Reality went right out of the window. Harry didn't care about his situation or Robbie's or anything else except for the tempting body in front of him. Damn!

The next morning Harry was getting dressed. He had a lot to do that day with meetings and inventory. He looked back at a sleeping Robbie, sprawled out among the twisted sheets, snoring away. Harry wasn't surprised. Robbie really came alive last night. "You're the best, Harry," he had moaned over and over when they christened half the rooms in the place including the bath.

Harry took one last look at him before closing the bedroom door. He was exhausted and thirsty. He stopped in the kitchen and looked in the refrigerator, pulling out a bottle of water. Leaning against the counter he took a good swig and sighed. Robbie was going to be the death of him. He outdid himself every time.

As Harry took another sip he heard the clear sound of the front door opening and closing, followed by heels clicking on the floor. "Robbie?" Emma's voice called out.

Harry froze. What the hell? He thought Emma was out of town! Shit!

"Robbie? Are you still up?" Emma said, coming closer. "I thought I would come home earlier than I planned."

Harry remained still as Emma appeared in the doorway. Her profile was to him. If he had moved she would have noticed for sure. He didn't even breathe as she walked past the doorway towards the bedroom. "Baby?" She said as she opened the bedroom door.

Harry waited until she closed the door, then used that opportunity to get the hell out of there. He quietly rushed to the door and slipped out. Then he raced down to his car. Inside he cursed himself, smacking the steering wheel several times. Fuck! Fuck! Why did he keep putting himself in these situations? Robbie was engaged to Emma. Robbie came from a wealthy homophobic family. And despite all the screwing he did with Harry, Robbie swore he wasn't gay.

Just like Harry's last guy.

That was the reality of the situation. Once again Harry gave his heart to a guy that would no doubt smash it to a million pieces. When was he going to learn?