Harry and I had never been in a situation like this before.

Two years ago we would have been mocking one another, making snide comments and remarks about each other's clothes or personality while passive aggressively rolling our eyes (the rolling eyes was more of Harry's thing).

But now Harry's arm was branded around my waist from behind to keep me still as his hand fervently rubbed up and down on the area between my legs, stroking my throbbing center with the heel of his palm, in the corner of the hallway away from everyone as my hands were splayed over my head on the wall while I panted, trying not to release a sound.

"There we go Vee, that's it." Harry praised in approval when I started to keen against his touch, rubbing myself against his palm for more friction, biting my lip with my eyes shut in pleasure as I felt him run the tip of his nose up against the side of my neck, both of our hearts beating erratically.

His gifted hand left me, making me finally suck in a breath of air, attempting to calm myself before he pulled my back against his firm chest, his evident hard on pressed to my backside.

"Keep your hands on the wall." Harry instructed into my ear before he slipped his hand down the front of my pants, making me shakily gasp, jerking against him when he passed through the waist band of my briefs, as I arched my back and let my head fall over his broad shoulder with a slackened jaw, helpless.

It almost seemed surreal, that my friend's girlfriend's best friend who's annoyed me since the day we met with his khaki sweater wearing style and my tattooed rugged attire always clashing had his pampered hand down the front of my pants, fingers grazing the bare skin, fully touching the most sensitive part of me before he suddenly stopped, stiffening behind me.

"Woah." Harry breathed in bewilderment against my neck as I attempted to catch my breath, my chest heaving and his hand completely still between my legs.

"W-what." I gulped, letting out a small whimper despite myself when he skimmed his fingers over my opening, his other arm keeping me to him.

"You're like... really wet." He said after a few moments of playing with my slumped, quivering body as I felt my cheeks heat slightly.

"Well yeah-" I began, trying to find the words to say only to end my sentence with a soft moan of surprise when he suddenly inserted a finger inside of me.

"No I mean like, super wet, you're like some type of slip n' slide water park right now." He continued in amazement, pumping his finger slowly before his thumb rubbed slow circles over my clit.

"I mean I knew I turned you on.... but I didn't think I turned you on this much." Harry chuckled in triumph, beaming like a kid on Christmas before he pecked my cheek as I grit my teeth, looking at him with narrowed eyes before he added another finger, my knees buckling and hands slipping as he quickly stabled me.

"Jesus, it's like Niagara Falls down there." He breathed with a concentrated look before I fully turned my head to send him a glare.

"Alright-"

"Like, if you told me you were part fire hydrant I would totally believe you right now." He let out a laugh of disbelief, dimples popping and eyes bright with amusement before he slipped his hand out from my pants, releasing my waist and retrieving his latest gold iPhone, leaning closer until his cheek was pressed to mine with his hand wet from me in between us as I made a face.

"What are you doing?" I whispered, squinting at him.

"Proof of you wanting me just as bad as I want you, say cheese you big fat liar." Harry beamed at the camera, pecking my cheek before raising his glistening hand up in front of us making me scowl and push him away at the same time I tried blocking the lens right as the flash clicked.

"You know, I never went down on a girl to taste." Harry observed his wet fingers, his voice purely informational and curious as I gave him a look.

He then lowered his mouth, sucking on his fingers that had been inside me moments ago before he smacked his lips together, as if tasting some kind of foreign wine before he smiled at me.

"Well it's not exactly aphrodisiac but...." He hummed against his fingers, continuing to innocently suck on them while I simply rolled my eyes in amusement, shaking my head.

"But I don't even live here! This isn't my party!" A pink wigged girl shrieked in a furious manner, kicking and struggling her body between two police officers escorting her through the halls to the stairs as her large D sized boobs moved with each kick and flail of her restrained arms.

"Oh yeah, if you're not the party host then who is." The police man to her right scoffed, unconvinced before she threw a quick glance back at Harry besides me with wide angered eyes before ever drunken guest on the hallway aside from the officers raised their fingers to point at Harry in unison.

"He is." Everyone ratted him out, keeping their pointer fingers raised in our direction as the officers looked at us, slowly releasing the vexed, pink wigged girl and approaching us.

"Don't panic, police love me." Harry whispered over to me with a quick wink as I made a face, watching the officers respectfully grab each of his biceps on both sides.

"Can't say that for myself." I muttered under my breath before one of the policeman snapped their sharp gaze to me.

"Suspicious looking person!" The largest one suddenly yelled when he noticed me, pointing at me before grabbing and pinning my wrists behind my back, slamming my nearest to the nearest wall as I let out a "hey!" with wide eyes.

"Wait, wait she's innocent, she didn't do anything." Harry quickly protested in alarm.

"I was just standing here, ow!" I spoke up, cheek firmly pressed to the wall for the second time today.

"What's your ethnicity?" The officer asked from behind in all seriousness as I slowly lifted my head off the wall to try and give him a look.

"Why is that even important-" I began in an incredulous tone before Harry and I exchanged looks.

"I'll ask the questions here." The officer rebutted as I scrunched my brows together.

"Really though, why is that even important," Harry defended again.

"Look, if you want to be specific here I'm Filipino, Spanish, African American-"

"Yeah she's like a pot luck. She's a mixture of everything that's good in the world stop touching her." Harry interjected again, brushing the hands that were restraining him away effortlessly before he protectively moved between the police officer and I, grabbing me and placing one hand over my hand, keeping my smaller frame to his chest.

"You with him?" The officer asked with a raise of his brow.

"Yes." Harry confirmed at he same time I said "no" remembering that it was getting late and I still needed to go trick or treating with my son, not get arrested with Harry for the rest of the night.

I looked up at his offended face as he peered down at me in silence.

"Take her away boys." Harry then said as my mouth gaped open in disbelief, watching him smirk and scrunch his nose at me playfully before we were both ushered out of his stupid mansion in front of everyone.

At this point, I was more than irritated.

"Why didn't you tell me you said no because you had to trick or treat with Gus." Harry sputtered out in realization at my side when we were both sitting next to each other on a lone bench in the police station.

"Because I thought you'd understand since you were the one who suggested we should leave in the first place. I wouldn't have said anything if I knew you were going to be petty-"

"Petty." He interrupted me with a righteous scoff, slowly turning his entire body to make eye contact with me as he blinked.

"I am not petty." He pointed at me with a heated gaze.

"Right."

"If anything I am the most un-petty person I know."

"Congratulations."

He gave me a peeved look from the corner of my eye.

"Fine, you know what, I'm not talking to you, see how you fucking like that." He humphed, raising his chin high and turning away like a spoiled brat.

I slowly inhaled and exhaled, staring straight ahead of me at nothing in particular waiting for him to realize.

After a few moments, Harry let out a small "oh fuck."

"I am petty." He said under his breath, slowly turning back to me with slightly wide eyes as I gave him a tight, sarcastic smile, nodding.

"Okay, you know what. Don't worry about this, I already have a plan for us to get out of here so we can make it to Gus." Harry lowered his head, leaning closer to whisper his claim with a sense of confidence that made me question why I was still talking to him as I simply nodded again, too irritated to respond.

"What's with the attitude." Harry noticed with a teasing smirk, leaning closer to me just to annoy me as I looked away from him, pursing my lips trying not to snap at him while he continued to bump his shoulders with mine, letting out playful "hm's" with a smile.

"I just don't see how a guy who keeps his hands behind his back just to look like he's been handcuffed will have a good, full proof plan to get us out of here." I lowly whispered under my breath, crossing my arms over my chest as his jaw went slack in response.

He looked around to check if anyone was listening before he scooted closer, lowering his head to mine.

"It makes me look cooler." He said back in a hushed tone, making me glance back at his arms he made sure we're behind his back before he smirked.

"And you'll soon see what exactly I have up sleeve Puddles. Plan A is walking over to us as we speak." He slyly remarks, making me glance up to wherever he's looking at it before my face eases into an expression of disbelief at the sight in front of me.

"Oh, you are not serious here." I slowly said as Harry grinned while we watched the two approach us, almost in slow motion right pass the busy police officers enthralled with some type of sports game on their small television screen.

Arlo ran a hand through his curls of brown hair that slowly bounced in some type of dramatic, heart swooning motion as his sharp jaw was accentuated while he chewed his gum, wearing an exact replica of Harry's police costume, the black material straining his broad chest as a charming, laid back dimpled grin spread over his face when my eyes met his before he coolly nodded at me.

Besides him Alan walked with a sense of boldness and a mixture of looking like he wanted to kill himself, glaring at everything and anything near him, trying to blow a strand of the curly, female wig over his usual buzz cut hair as he tried to stride over in heels and a tight, black cocktail dress that emphasized his chiseled calves and hairy legs.

"Puddles, meet Harry and Ron." Harry introduced when Arlo and Alan were in front of us, Arlo placing his hands behind his back in his humble way and Alan crossing his tattooed, toned arms over his chest in his little black dress with a brooding look.

"Puddles?" Alan, Arlo, and I all questioned, lowering our voices when we heard the cheers and hollers of the distracted policed, completely oblivious with their backs to us in the other room watching the tv.

"Yeah, Puddles." Harry simply grinned, finally taking his hands out from behind his back slinging one arm over my shoulder before he explained.

"Because she's as wet as a puddle whenever I-"

"Alright. Why is Alan even wearing a dress, I'm not wearing one."

"Because I look hot as fuck in this. Anyone would do me." Alan sarcastically remarked in a bitter voice.

"I'd do you." Harry spoke up.

"You're not my type fuck off." Alan snorted, making sure to point at Harry's eyes before pointing at his own to emphasize how he needed to keep his gaze on his face and it on his toned legs.

"I'd do you." I added, catching Alan's attention as his light green eyes held a dark quality to them when he moved them to me.

"I know baby," He grinned in approval, voice low and velvety before he leaned forward, caging me against the wall behind me on the bench I was sitting before lowering his head and grabbing my chin.

"However your sister Carmen is also my type. You owe me this sweetheart, all I want is a date with her." Alan proposed as I thought about it.

"Getting my sister to go on a date with you is almost impossible." I reasoned as he smirked.

"That's why I'm letting you deal with it." He said before Harry shifted besides us.

"I'm sorry, should I give you two some privacy or...." Harry remarked with a dry look, staring between the two of us with a vexed expression as Arlo simply smiled, the twins staring at Alan and I before Alan straightened, giving me space.

"Lights go out for fifty seconds only, so I'd like... book it you know." Arlo spoke up, pounding his fist gently into his palm for emphasis.

"Lights out?" I questioned, and just as the last word left my lips the electricity of the police station went out with a fading shutting down kind of noise as loud groans and complaints by police officers echoed in the pitch black.

Then there was a high pitched shriek that ripped through the air.

"Harry calm down, it's just me." I hissed at him, knowing he had freaked and screamed his horror scream when I grabbed his hand.

"Oh right." Was his blunt response before I felt him intwine our fingers together as we got up from the bench, blindly moving together in the dark.

"Any of you step on my heels expect a fucking stiletto up your ass when the lights turn back on." Alan snapped.

"Dude... I can't hear you that well, the darkness is like, drowning out my senses." Arlo trailed off in awe before he took a pause.

"Woah, darkness drowning my senses... that's good. Anyone have a pen?" He added, his question lingering in the dark as Harry and I slipped out of the dark.

"When you get this message can you please text back and just let me know if you're okay. I'm trick or treating with Gus and Harry right now so you know where we'll be." My hand was situated on my hip as the other ended the call where I had left a voice message on Ethan's unanswered phone, lowering my Nokia from my ear in defeat.

"I don't get it, why can't we just buy bigger and better candy instead of going door to door like beggars." Harry haughtily commented, now dressed in the clothes he had lent me since every tenant in my building would immediately slam the door in our faces and lock up at the sight of his police costume.

"Bigger isn't always better." I said, slipping my phone into my back pocket as I walked behind Harry and Gus who were still holding their empty pillow cases while we passed by other parents and dressed up kids running through the hallways.

"Tell that to my dick." Gus murmured as I smacked him upside the head.

Harry slowly turned his head to look at the little boy who rubbed the back of his skull with a smirk.

"How old are you again?" Harry asked with furrowed brows.

"Eight and a quarter, why, wanna fight?" Gus glanced up at Harry's tall six foot frame with a challenging gaze.

Before Harry could answer we had finally reached the first door.

Gus knocked, in turn causing an elderly woman to open the door with a bowl of candy ready as my little boy said a quick "trick or treat," bringing his open pillow sack forward equally as Harry slowly copied his actions apprehensively, glancing at Gus here and there to make sure he was doing it right.

The woman smiled, exchanging a warm look with me where I was watching the two boys protectively from behind, patiently waiting as she gave them a small piece of Almond joy each into their bag.

"Thanks lady." Gus nodded with a satisfied smirk.

Harry gazed down at his open pillow case.

"Do you have any German imported truffles instead?" Harry couldn't help but ask before the old woman's smile dropped into a blank look as she slammed the door in his face.

Either way, Harry still looked amazed as he jiggled his pillow case in his grasp.

"So this is free?" He grinned, blinking in bewilderment as Gus and I exchanged looks before gazing back at Harry, slowly nodding our heads.

After that, that night was a blur of Harry sprinting and running through the halls with Gus in excitement, going door to door to get as much candy as they could before the night ended.

At one point there was a group of small, girly toddlers in Disney dresses all jumping in their colorful, sparkly multi colored, poofy gowns at one door.

"Trick or trea-" The little girls chimed out only for Harry to make his way to the front, shoving every five year old princess he could, trampling over the girls who screamed before bringing his bag open and out in front of him at the door.

"Trick or treat!" Harry's overexcited, loud voice powered there's while one girl tried to wrench her dress from underneath his foot.

"Aren't you too old to be trick or treating?" One little girl stared with a angered frown, trying to fix her Belle costume as Harry paused to give her a quick judgmental once over with his eyes.

"Aren't you too young to dress up as someone with Stockholm Syndrome and Bestiality." Harry shot back with no remorse as I face palmed from behind.

"What's bestiality?" Gus asked me under his breath.

Bestiality was a human and an animal having sex.

"I'll tell you when you're older." I simply responded as Gus and I watched Harry get into a fight with a bunch of five year old princesses.

"Great, that means you'll never tell me." Gus rolled his eyes playfully, already knowing the meanings behind my phrases as I smirked, grabbing him to my side and ruffling his hair while we then watched Harry get beaten by five year old princesses, the whole lot of them tackling him to the ground and swarming his much taller frame like blood hungry piranhas as we saw his raised hand in the air for help while he screamed.

"Why is that I'm always consoling and comforting you after you get your ass served." I playfully tsked with a sigh, placing an icepack on the bruise on his forehead created by one particularly angry four year old Snow White as he pouted, sitting on the bar stool of my kitchen while Gus was eagerly looking through his full sack of candy in the living room.

Harry's pillow sack however, was completely empty.

"Those bitches stole my candy." He muttered under his breath with an evident frown as I laugh.

"They were five."

"They were bitches." He concluded, a joking grin spreading across his face when his eyes caught mine making me smirk.

"What?" I asked, feeling his stare on me.

"Nothing," He simply shrugged, bringing his lips inward, biting it making his dimples pop as he smiled.

"I just think you'd be the best girlfriend for me-"

"Oh I know I would. The problem here wasn't about me being the best girlfriend cause I already know I'd be." I made a face, raising my brows at him before letting him hold the ice pack to his forehead.

"The question here is would you be the best boyfriend for me." I said, giving him a look as his smile faded into a much serious expression, his green eyes deep in thought when I left the room.

Gus ended up sharing his candy with Harry, the two boys laying on me on the couch, Gus's head on my lap as I used one hand to run my hand through his brown hair while Harry rested his own head on my chest, a litter of chocolate wrappers around us as I pet and massage Harry's scalp as well, the two of them snuggling closer to me, sleepy and satisfied.

"See, wasn't this better than buying yourself your own candy?" I asked in a soothing voice, directing my question to Harry as Gus burped.

"I guess..." He trailed off, burying his face in the crook of my tattooed neck and slowly inhaling before releasing a soft sigh.

"Aunt Ron always tells me money isn't everything." Gus spoke up in a drowsy tone.

"I know that phrase. That's what poor people tell themselves to feel better." Harry said with a full mouth, slowly stuffing one last mini chocolate bar into his mouth, biting it in half and bringing the rest to my lips which I ate from his hand.

"Oh yeah, you're rich Harry. Buy me a whole chocolate shop then." Gus mumbled almost incoherently as my fingers grazed his scalp in a soothing manner, eyes closed.

"Only if you let me date your mom." Harry whispered back, low enough for only me to hear as I elbowed him, making him let out a breathless chuckle as he snuggled closer to me.

Thankfully Gus had already fallen asleep.

"I have a plan, to break up with Polly." Harry said when I had laid Gus on the couch off my body so I could clean up all the wrappers, still lingering by his side to pet his hair and watch him sleep with a small smile, seeing myself and Ethan.

"Tell her the truth?" I offered, turning to look over my shoulder at him.

"It's not that easy, but don't worry. I'll make myself seem like the worst boyfriend ever- which will be hard because everything I wear consists of two things, brand names and boyfriend material. Afterwards she'll realize how bad we are for one another and break up with me, then we'll wait a while and stay on the low till we can go out together-"

"Harry. I understand you don't want to hurt her, but don't you think you'd be hurting her a lot less if you just sit down and tell her how you feel." I whispered, rising from the couch and cleaning as I walked over to the kitchen, collecting wrappers and left over candy on the way.

"No no, his could work. Really, look Polly wants me and I'm used to giving her whatever she wants because she's special to me but-"

"What about what you want Harry." I paused, putting the wrappers in the trash before straightening and locking gazes with him.

He seemed caught off guard by my question, his mouth forming a thin line as he blinked at me in thought.

"I want you." Harry answered under his breath, eyes boring into mine before I pursed my lips and shook my head.

"But Polly, she's not like other girls and we've been best friends since we were kids. I've always been her knight in shining armor I can't be the one to hurt her." He tried to reason with me as I avoided his gaze.

"I really thought we passed this. Look, I'm not going to make you choose between Polly and I okay, I already told you I respect your choice." I said, stepping forward calmly as he relaxed, placing his hands over the sides of his arms as if ready to embrace me at any moment.

"Thank you." He gratefully smiled with relief.

"So to make it easier for you I'm not going to be a choice. Polly is the one for you and we should just leave it at that. Look Harry I care about you enough to understand what you're saying but I care about myself to know that I can't wait or start a relationship like this. I told you this and I'm not telling you again." My hand was on his chest, his face a mixture of pain and panic as I led him to the door.

"But- but I thought-"

"You're focused on protecting Polly," I said, my voice neutral and face collected as he tried to pull me to him, only for me to open the door, backing him out of my place, hand remaining on his chest.

"That means I need to focus on protecting myself. And this is what I need to do." I explained, my voice soft, the only hint of emotion behind my words as he cupped my face in his large hands.

"Vee please, I swear it's not what you think, you're so important to me come on. If I could tell you everything I would in a heartbeat-" His voice was desperate, as if he was pleading while he rushed a curl away from my face, framing my cheeks with his hand only for me to grab his wrists and pull him away.

"Thanks for tonight Harry." I said with a tone of finality, closing the door before he could try and stop me as I heard him say my name, begging me to let him back in, trying to keep his voice low at the same time knowing Gus was still asleep.

He left after about an hour and a half of staying at my door, attempting to talk to me through the barrier between us.

"You sure he can't stay over?" I asked my sister Carmen when she arrived later on that night to pick Gus up, carrying my still sleeping son in my arms as we approached her car outside in the cold parking lot.

"You know I would but he's got a big test tomorrow for school and we both have jobs in the morning. He can't miss the bus." Carmen empathized with me, placing a comforting hand over my shoulder as I nodded in understanding with a solemn look.

"There's always weekends, and you can visit any time." She added, noticing my reaction before I inhaled, swallowing and nodding again but with a more eased expression before I placed Gus in the backseat, giving his forehead a kiss and ruffling his hair even as he slept while Carmen buckled him up.

My sister, being the knowing mother-like figure she was, checked if I was okay before she left.

Told her I was fine.

That I was just tired.

"Bullshit, this, this is what tired looks like." She called me out, pointing at her eye bags before raising her chubby arms and pointing at the sweat stains underneath, probably from a hard day's work at the hospital she had just left.

"Now this, this right here is 'this guy I like is being a complete dumbass and is draining all the energy from me but not in a good way' kind of tired." Carmen then gestured to me as I crossed my arms over my chest and let out a small laugh.

"I'll call you." I simply said in response, keeping my answer short as she pulled me in a hug, reassuring me with soft, encouraging whispers in my ear.

I watched her car disappear and fade into the night, leaving me alone outside as I hugged myself, shivering from the cold.

I planned to just crash when I got back inside, I really did, right until I spotted Harry's police costume, neatly folded on my dining room table where I had left it when he changed.

Frowning, I went over, letting out a breath between my lips knowing I'd have to give this back to him as I grabbed it, turning to put it to the side when a picture suddenly fell from the pocket of the folded pants.

My brows furrowed as my eyes zeroed in on the slightly crinkled paper, bending down to pick it up as I looked at the Polaroid of two young boys.

It must have been a picture taken during Halloween since the two kids looked around eight years old, wearing their costumes.

I immediately recognized Harry's face, even the babyish version of it with his surprisingly straight bangs and the same, bright dimpled grin, making me smile when I realized he was wearing a police costume.

However, the boy next to him was someone I didn't know, yet someone I felt like I had seen before.

The boy had blonde hair and a familiar smile, dressed in a princess dress.

I studied the picture, eyes widening as if pieces of a puzzle were slowly falling together before I turned the picture around, finding some feminine handwriting scribbled across the blank back.

Thank you for always being my knight in shining armor when I need you to be.

Your best friend,
Polly

My hand flipped the picture back to the photo as my gaze focused on the little boy in the princess dress besides Harry.

Harry was right all this time...

Polly was definitely not like other girls.

Because she was born a boy.

AN: I love looking at transgender photos before and after because like wow, those transformations are just amazing and the people are so happy it makes me happy.

I understand if you don't believe in that kind of stuff or agree with what people do but as long as you keep any hateful remarks and respect them and their choice, you're good. I don't understand why people feel the need to leave such negative comments about or on transgender people, like if you don't like it move on keep it to yourself no one asked (that's what I do with other situations). It's their life, let them do what they want, their life, their body, it's not hurting you or anyone.

BUT LIKE LOOK AT THIS:

SHES SO FUCKING PRETTY.

AND EVEN THIS TOO:

Btw these people are all public figures who have public social medias with thousands of followers, I'm not like trying to exploit anyone.