Couldn't find the gif I wanted, so here's Nick Bateman. My inspiration for what picture Harv looks like.
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Crys' POV

This was the best idea ever!

No, we couldn't actually finish our Pulp Fiction game without likely killing ourselves. So, of course, we decided on the next drinking game.

But first we needed food!

"What number do you usually get from the Chinese place? I'm hungry." I mumble, realising I haven't had dinner yet.

"Umm. A number four and I think seven. Oh, order a coke too, I have Jack Daniel's still!" Harv jumps up in excitement at his realization. I watch as he falls over his own shoes to get to his room, I really can't help laugh at his eagerness.

"Fortune Chinese, Pick up or Delivery?" The lady mutters on the other end of the phone.

"Oh! Can you bring it to us?" I ask shocked, completely forgetting delivery is a thing.

"Yes, ma'am. What would you like to order?" She asks in a bored manner. She should try being more chipper, she'd be happier then.

"Oh right. Umm can I get a number 4, two number 7's, a 12, 19 and, oh a 15!" I order as I read through the things I like the sound of on the menu.

"Is that all ma'am?" She clarifies, sounding a bit impatient.

"Oh can I get a bottle of coke as well? Maybe make it two." I ask, remembering the Jack Daniel's.

"Sure ma'am. Name and address please." She asks. "That'll be 40 minutes, we're a bit busy tonight. Goodbye."

After finishing my order, I decide it's time to go check on Harv. He seems to be taking a long time just to get Jack and my buzz is starting to lessen.

Walking into his room, I see him sitting there on his bed with his head in his hands. Jack on his desk next to a face down frame. I'm not sure if he's upset or not, but tonight is a night we aren't being upset.

We are being happy and that's that.

"Food's ordered, 40 minute wait though. What do you want to do till then?" I ask smiling at him like a loon hoping to cheer his mood up a bit. Though I drop it seeing his serious expression look up at me a moment later.

He just stares at me before raising his hand slowly. I'm kind of curious about what's going on because he was all sunshine and rainbows up till now. Before his hand reaches my face, he drops it back and stands up suddenly.

"Let's play another game." He offers with a small smile and a hand to help me up.

"Sounds good!" I jump up with his help and trot back into the lounge. Flopping down onto the couch, I wait for Harv to sit before leaning my head on his shoulder.

"Truth or Dare sound good?" He asks.

"What are you? 15 years old?" I giggle at him. "Okay then." I sit up and turn to face him cross legged.

"Okay, Truth or Dare?" He asks. Hmmm that's a tough one... I hate dares but truth is nerve wracking too.

"Truth...?" I say more as a question.

"What would you do if you got to be a man for a day?" He snickers like a child.

"That's easy, probably see how hard it is to pee in the toilet. Oh and spend as much of it having sex! I can't pretend I'm not curious about what a blowjob feels like too." I ramble on. "Truth or Dare?"

"Umm... shit. Uh, Truth." He says while just staring at me. Weirdo.

"What's your most embarrassing moment?" I say with a smile spread over my face.

"Really? Can I swap to dare?" He whines at me dramatically.

"Nope!" I was never one to ease into this game. As he's about to answer though, our food arrives.

"Holy shit. How much did you order, Crys!?" He asks dumb founded as we sit on the floor in front of the coffee table loaded with chinese and coke for our Jack.

"Well, it all sounded so nice. I didn't think it'd be this much though..." I sheepishly admitted.

"Oh well. The boys will eat what's left over. That, I have no doubt about." He shrugs and we start digging in.

"Soooo, most embarrassing moment?" I ask with a big smile, after a few minutes of eating.

"Bugger. Hoped you forgot about that. Do I really have to answer?" He whines again, pouting those tempting lips at me with big brown puppy dog eyes.

"Yes. Come on, it can't be that bad!" He just stares at me. "Come on, now I have to know!"

"Ugh. Fine... You're going to laugh at me though." He mutters before caving.

"When I was like 16, I had the house to myself for the first time in ages, right? So I decide I'm going to enjoy it and watch something on the TV in my room." He says suggestively while wiggling his eyebrows.

"So, I link my laptop to the TV and play my favourite video. I'm getting heavily into it, yeah? No one's home and it's on a bigger screen, volume heard around my room instead of through headphones. I must have been really into it too because just as I was... you know... about to finish, my mom walked in my bloody room!" He near yells at the end, shaking his hands.

I finally burst and fall to the floor laughing so hard I have tears streaming down my face.

"She just screamed, scaring the living shit out of me and ran out." He chuckled after a moment.

"Oh my gawd! That's fucking hilarious!" I keep laughing.

"Yeah, it is now. I was never allowed to have my door shut again. Plus we avoided eye contact for a solid month." He grimaced.

When I finally start to calm down, we keep asking questions and daring each other every now and then. Apparently we both prefer truth though, the dares were little things like "write the other person's name in permanent marker on their body" or "do three shots in a row" though that one was less fun. An hour and many drinks later, we're well and truly drunk, but slowing down.

"Oh, I know. What's your biggest fear?" He asks as his head rests on the back of the couch, turning to face me. By this point, we're pretty far gone and having fun finding out the things we still don't know about each other.

"Well... probably that Michael will get out of jail. But outside of the obvious one, probably that I won't find someone who loves me just as I am... issues and all..." I mumble the end part as I slump slightly.

"You will, Crys. Anyone would be lucky to have you." He tells me as sternly as he can with the slur in his words.

"Truth or Dare?" I ask hoping to move on from me.

"Truth." He answers.

"What were you thinking about before dinner?" I ask as I lay down on the couch, resting my head on his thighs to face the TV. He stays silent for a couple minutes as his hand starts to play with my hair. I'm nearly nodding off when he decides to answer.

"I saw a picture of Chloe and I from when we started dating when I grabbed the JD. It made me realise that I haven't actually cleaned out the few things she still has here yet, and that I don't actually care about, let alone like her much anymore." He tells me quietly.

I don't roll over to face him because I can't keep a poker face to save my life when I've been drinking and I know I'll show my grimace at the mention of her name or the happiness that he doesn't care about her anymore. So I simply hum in response.

"I must be a shit person, dating her as long as I did and moving on so quickly." He mutters while his fingers keep brushing my hair.

"You're not a shit person. Losing feelings towards someone who did what she did isn't a bad thing. It's not like you got a new girlfriend the next day." I slur as a yawn escapes my mouth.

"Yeah, I guess." He mumbles so quietly, I almost miss it. The sadness in his voice is what makes me finally roll over to look at him, just to be met with his eyes already on me looking helpless.

Sitting up, I turn so I'm straddling his legs and hold his face to look at me. "You're not a bad guy for moving on from her. She didn't deserve someone as great as you are, Harv. You are so caring and considerate, funny as hell, and fun to hang out with. You're the best friend ever, Harv." I tell him firmly before moving to hold his shoulders, watching as he gets emotional in his drunken state.

He just nods at me looking sad before his head hangs low. He honestly looks like he's going to fall apart or fall asleep soon, and I am not repeating the drunken bedtime routine.

"Come on Harv. Let's get you to bed. I think that's enough drinking and games for one night." I say as I go to get off him.

As soon as I start to shuffle backward, his hands grab both my sides gently to hold me in place. His warm thumbs slowly rub circles on the bare skin above my shorts for a minute, leaving a heated trail behind as they slide down from my hips lower to my bare thighs.

He looks so lost in his own head as his hands explore as they please, while his eyes follow. Part of me wonders why I don't find this weird or perverted, but I know I trust Harv. I trust he would stop if I said to and I trust he won't touch what he shouldn't.

I even can't pretend that I'm not enjoying the attention I'm getting from him either. I'm an adult that thinks he's hot as hell, with needs that certainly haven't been met lately. This might be the closest I get to intimate human contact without having a one night stand with a total stranger.

His hands slowly make their way up my thighs, skimming back over my hips and up my sides. He rubs soothingly over my arms before going up and down my back a few times. We sit there just staring into each others heated gaze as he glides those soft heated hands over my body, careful not to touch places he shouldn't.

As his hands rub over me, I decide I want to explore his body. One of mine slowly travels down his broad shoulder, lower to his well defined chest and to his solid six pack. As I slowly trace the lines I can make out through his shirt, I don't realise that our faces have slowly moved closer while locked in each others trance or that our breathing has picked up slightly.

If you asked me how we went from drunkenly playing Truth or Dare, to having a serious talk, to feeling each other up, I honestly couldn't give you an answer. But I can tell you I wouldn't change it.

As our heated gaze gradually moves closer to each other. One of Harv's warm hands travelled up my back again only to stop at the nape of my neck while the other rests on my hip.

I moved my hand sitting on his shoulder into his soft brown hair as the other slipped under the hem of his shirt, running my fingers gently over each flexing muscle of his abs.

The lust in his heated gaze drew me in further, just as the warmth of his breath washed over me. We got so close I could practically feel his lips on mine. My mind felt like it was clearing as the distance between us shrank, and I realised how okay with this I was.

I want to feel his lips on mine.

Sadly, as my luck would have it, the front door bursts open a moment before we finish closing the distance between us. Breaking us out of our trance and causing us to spring apart as quickly as possible.

Looking towards the door at the same time, we see Jeremy and Evan staring back at us looking equally shocked. We're silent for a moment until Jeremy gets a knowing grin on his face.

"So..." Jeremy grins at us. "How was the night in you two?" He smirks our way.

When I look over at Harv, I see him lost in his thoughts again as his brows draw in together. He doesn't answer Jeremy nor does he even look at me before standing up and quickly striding into his room.

Watching him the whole way, he doesn't say one word or spare even one glance my way before harshly closing his door.

I'm not sure why but it stung, a lot.

Seeing the disappointment on Jeremy's face, I realise that I may have made a big mistake and just lost my best friend.

All because I nearly gave into temptation...

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