Emma did see the phone number the next morning.

After getting dressed Emma returned to the bedroom to find Robbie sitting on the edge of the bed looking at the arm with the numbers written on it.

"What's that, baby?" She asked sitting next to him.

Robbie jumped. "Oh! It's. . .just a phone number." He snatched his arm away.

"I can see that. Who's number?"

"Umm. . ." Robbie tried to think up a quick fib. "A client."

"Who?" Emma looked directly into his face. "Anyone I know?"

"Oh no no no. Just. . .a new client. So,what are you doing today, Princess?" Robbie tried to change the subject off of him. "Any wedding plans?"

"Did you forget about brunch with your grandfather?"

"Aw crap!"

"Robbie!" Emma lightly slapped his arm.

"I need a break from that man." Robbie groaned.  "Can't I get one day off from him?"

"Be nice.  He's your grandfather." Emma said.  "Later on I'm going with the wedding planner to look at dishes." Emma said. "Plus there's the reception hall. And I still have to get my dress. . ."

Robbie stopped paying attention. Mention wedding plans and there goes Emma. She could talk until the end of time about her wedding plans. He looked back at his arm where Harry wrote his number. Three of the numbers were smudged off. He could kick himself. Why didn't he have sense enough to put Harry's number in his phone as soon as he got it? Oh wait, because he got high.

Robbie was at a loss. What was he going to do now? He didn't want to go back to the club, Harry already thought he was a stalker. Shit! He should have put it in his damn phone.

"Come on," Emma tapped his arm.  "Get ready or we'll be late."

In the shower Robbie reluctantly washed off the numbers.  With three numbers gone and a fourth smudged beyond recognition, he couldn't use them.  He felt let down and wasn't sure why.  All he knew was that he wanted to see Harry again.

Robbie and Emma met Grandfather at their usual table at the country club.  Tom was with him.

"Hello," Grandfather greeted them with a business like handshake and a kiss on the cheek for Emma.

Tom nodded at Robbie.  "Kay."

Robbie nodded back.  "Felton."

Grandfather looked at him.  "How are things, Robert?"

"Good," Robbie tried to focus on his coffee. 

"Good? That's it?" Tom asked.  "We could use more detail than that."

Robbie rolled his eyes. He didn't like Felton and Felton wasn't crazy about him either.  "I'm still working on it.  Excuse me."  He got up and went into the men's room.  Right away he took out his phone and looked up The Boys Room.  There had to be some information on Harry somewhere. 

When the club's website came up Robbie scrolled down the page until he found something: Harry S., Owner.

Robbie shook his head.  Harry S.? What did that mean? Harry Simpson? Harry Stone? What?

He returned to the table where they were now talking about their wedding.

"We're trying to book that hall for the reception," Emma was saying.  "We're having an intimate dinner for about two hundred people, right, Robbie?"

"Yes," Robbie said while thinking Harry Spears? Harry Shears? What was his number?

"Where's the honeymoon?" Grandfather asked.

"I'm thinking Cancun," Emma said. "Or maybe Fiji. I can't decide. H'mm, what do you think, honey?"

Just then Robbie's phone rang.  Oh joy, another work related call.  The fun never stopped. He answered.  "Kay,"

"Robbie?"

It was Harry! Robbie's heart jumped. He knew that voice.

"Is this Robbie?" Harry asked.

"Yes! I mean, of course." Robbie practically flew out of his seat, surprising the others.  "I have to take this call!" He ran out of the dining area and into a secluded area.  Then he took a deep breath before answering. Don't sound eager, bruh. "Hello, Harry," he tried to play it cool.  "How can I help you?"

"I just wanted to check on you," Harry went on.  "See if you were okay.  You seemed pretty out of it the other night."

He was worried about him.  Robbie wanted to giggle.  That was so sweet.  "I'm fine.  That was some good stuff though."

"Yeah, Zayn always has the best shit." Harry said.  "It usually has us getting crazy."

Robbie did laugh.

"I also wanted to apologize," Harry went on.  "I think I wrote something all over your arm or something with a marker.  I was pretty wasted too."

Robbie's heart sank.  Crap. "You gave me your number, remember? You said I can call you anytime, whenever I wanted to talk."

Harry snorted.  "I did? Seriously? I wasn't that stoned." He did recall writing his number on Robbie's arm but not the other stuff.  Robbie was sneaky.  "Okay, maybe I did."

"Told you."

Robbie saw Emma turn the corner looking for him. Dammit! "Hey listen, is this your number?"

"Yeah?"

"I want to ask you to lunch," Robbie said boldly and quickly before Emma found him. "I want us to spend some time together."

"Why?"

"You know why."

Harry did.  He was aware of an attraction between the two. He felt it every time they kissed. It was strong, almost intense. He knew he shouldn't.  But Robbie did have something about him.  "You know what, sure.  You have my number, call me."

Yes! Emma was now in front of him waving him to come on. Robbie realized something. "Wait, how did you get mine?"

"From your website. Bye."

Emma took Robbie by the hand.  "Can you please come back before your grandfather files a missing persons report."

"Right behind you, babe." As Robbie followed his fiancee, he couldn't help smiling. 

Robbie invited Harry to lunch at a bar and grill. Their table was in a secluded corner of the room. Robbie didn't want to be interrupted by anybody.

Harry came in soon after.  Robbie ordered their drinks.  He couldn't help noticing that Harry sat on the same side of the booth as he did. Pretty closely. He tried to give Harry a kiss but Harry held him off.

"Before we get this started," Harry said.  "I need to know your story."

"Why?"

"You have this gorgeous woman you're about to marry," Harry said.  "And you're hanging out in gay clubs.  Unless you're fluid like me, what's up with that?"

Robbie was caught off guard by how direct Harry's question was.  He wondered if he should deny it or not.

"Okay," he said.  "I had my first kiss at thirteen.  To a boy.  That was the best kiss ever, until that day when you kissed me."

"That's it? Just one kiss? That's your coming out story?"

"Shut up," Robbie said.  "That was the absolute best kiss I ever had.  Yours and Taylor's.  I couldn't get it off my mind."

"So why aren't you with the boys?"

"Cause of my stupid grandfather," Robbie sulked.  "He told me that it wasn't normal and he would disown me if I went that way."

Harry wasn't surprised at that.  "Robbie, no offense but you really are no different from the other closet cases I went out with."

Robbie felt a little let down. "So why are you here?"

"I don't know.  Maybe I wanted to see you again."

Robbie leaned in and gave Harry a huge kiss, holding his face in both hands.  To Harry's surprise he responded with gusto.  They sat in that corner kissing until Harry managed to pull away.

"We need to stop," Harry mumbled.

"No,"  Robbie protested, grabbing at Harry's shirt.

Harry moved away.  "Robbie," he said slowly.  "You seem like a nice guy, Emma is a good lady.  But I can't keep doing this."

"Doing what?"

"Hooking up with unavailable guys." Harry stood up from the booth and threw a few dollars on the table.  "Maybe you should just stay with your fiance and forget about this curiosity of playing on the other team. If you are serious about this then I'll reconsider, but I can't do this."

Robbie sat there looking shocked.  "But you started this."

"No, you did," Harry said.  "When you came by my club every night."

Harry left the place.  It wasn't easy.  Robbie had a lot of heat.  His kisses were so awesome. 

Robbie sat there feeling confused.  Why was he even in this situation? He felt like a grand prize idiot for chasing after some guy he hardly knew.  He gave Emma a call and invited her to lunch.

"What a treat," Emma said, giving him a kiss the minute she arrived.  She sat in the same spot as Harry.  "It's been a while since we had a nice intimate lunch, just the two of us."

"I know, baby," Robbie gave her a kiss.  "I missed you."

"You silly, I haven't gone anywhere."

They shared a pleasant meal together.  Robbie was happy to be with his Emma.  She was all he needed.

But she wasn't Harry.  And Harry would not get out of his head.

Later that night Harry was in his office watching the view from his large window.  The people were really enjoying themselves tonight.  The place was pretty packed.  He should consider opening another club.

Someone was walking through the crowd.  Harry could see this person as they weaved through the dancers.  As they moved closer he could see that it was Robbie.

What the hell? What was Robbie doing here?

Robbie disappeared from sight.  A minute later someone was knocking on the office door.  Robbie rushed in followed by Zayn.

"I tried to stop him. . ." Zayn was saying.

"It's okay," Harry said.  "Just give us a minute."

After Zayn left Harry turned to Robbie.  "Look, I meant what I. . ."

Robbie jumped on Harry and kissed him.  They lost their balance and fell onto the couch.  Robbie was on top, kissing Harry deeply, moving his tongue around, his hands were under his shirt.

Harry tried to come up for air.  "Robbie?"

"I want you, dammit" Robbie said, gasping.  "I always wanted you, more than anything or anyone.  I'm not going anywhere." He went back to kissing him.

Again Harry pulled away.  "Are you sure about this?"

"Dammit, yes!"

Harry stood up and took Robbie by the hand.

"Where are we going?" Robbie asked.

"I'm taking you home." Harry said. "So we can finish this."