AN: IMPORTANT AUTHORS NOTE AT THE END. Thank you for waiting for the update you guys and for the voting I'm going to give you all I can give with my stories till the very end.

HARRY

As a young kid, I was taught that if something doesn't go my way, I either sue, complain, or bribe.

On special occasions, I do all three.

Vee however, dealt with her disaster in a different, really weird kind of way that I didn't understand.

She was working.

Like who does that?

I stayed outside in the hallway in uncertainty, peeking through the crack of the door into my spacious room where Vee was sat on the floor, (I've noticed she liked to do a lot of work on the floor) going through job ads and calculating all her damages with determination.

"What is she doing?" I whispered to Bennet my butler who was right besides me as we secretly lingered outside my room, hearing her rapidly jot things down or violently press the buttons on the calculator I lent hers

"I believe she is working Mr. Styles." Bennet calmly informed.

"But why?" I wondered out loud, squinting at her hunched form as she continued to move in concentration, crossing out job ads, writing down numbers, and calculating furiously while I cowered behind the door watching her.

"How come now that we're together, I'm more scared of her?" I asked in confusion, still apprehensive about entering the room and bothering her despite our height differences and the fact that I could probably overpower her if she tried fighting with me while Bennet shifted slightly on his feet behind.

"Well sir, you are a bit of a feline cat." Bennet informed as I turned my head to give him a look.

"Feline cat?" I repeated with a raise of my brow.

Bennet stared straight ahead of him, keeping a calm face and slowly inhaling as if trying to stop himself from slapping me.

"To put it bluntly Master Styles, you are what some people would call, a pussy." Bennet casually reiterated, keeping his set gaze on the door as I looked him over.

"Bennet, would you call me a pussy?" I questioned, asking the real question here.

He blinked at me with a straight face, the both of us just looking at one another for a few moments before he answered.

"I'd rather not say sir."

I stared at him long and hard in utter silence.

"You know what, from now on, Alfred will be testing all my new golfing equipment. What do you think about that." I snarled in irritation, mentioning my side butler.

Bennet was always my main butler, the main hoe, but of course I'll never tell him that.

"I'm crying on the inside sir." Bennet assured in his usual dry tone as I turned my attention back to Vee inside my room.

"You know what, no, I can't just watch her do this to herself, I have to do something." I decided with a final shake of my head, resting my hands on my hips and running my ring clad fingers over my lips in determination before bursting into the room, storming inside with my towering height.

"Veronica." I raised my voice in a stern, authoritative tone, addressing her by her full name and making her glance up at me with an intimidating stare as I rolled my broad shoulders, hyping myself up before pointing at her.

Just tell her, tell her she needs to relax and take a breather tonight. Tell her to stop working.

"I have something to tell you," I began, wavering a bit under her harsh glare.

She simply narrowed her eyes at me.

I stood there, frozen on the spot still pointing at her as a long stretch of silence passed between us.

"Bennet, Bennet has something to tell you. Bennet!" My voice cracked as my tough front completely crumpled and I called for my back up, quickly side stepping and lowering my head, clearing my throat into my fist as Bennet approached us.

"Yes sir." He sighed.

"Go ahead Bennet, tell her what we were talking about." I instructed with a pat of his shoulder, making him slowly shift his vexed gaze to the spot where I touched him to my face.

"If that is what you wish." Bennet said, turning back to Vee on the ground who was patiently waiting, staring up at us with a pencil and calculator still in her hands.

Bennet cleared his throat.

"Sir Harold is a pussy." My butler informed as my eyes practically bulged out of their sockets while Vee didn't so much as blink.

"Oh, I already knew that." She quickly dismissed with a casual scrunch of her face that I maybe would have found cute if she didn't indirectly just call her loving, attractive, stylish boyfriend a pussy.

"You know what," I said, walking over and grabbing the calculator and job ads away from Vee who straightened in alarm, slightly rising up to try and reach out for her stuff in protest as I raised it high in the air.

"No, you need to chill out, okay, chill out and relax." I firmly demanded of her as she gave me a look.

"You're really telling me to relax after my home just got burned down, my tenants are now homeless- half of them being families, Arlo and that little girl are staying at the hospital this week, and all the savings Ethan and I worked on for years for Gus's college is gone and you're telling me to chill out." She reiterated, slowly getting to her feet so we were face to face and her narrowed, distressed brown eyes bore into my widened green ones as I blinked at her.

"Um.... yes." I confirmed after a few seconds of her glaring at me, still awkwardly pointing at her before I lowered my finger in defeat.

"Harry, give it back." She ordered with an impatient look, gesturing for her things as I I turned so my back was facing her, hugging the papers and calculator to my chest.

"No, my house my rules. You're going to relax whether you fucking like it or not!" I snapped, curling up slightly when she tried to reach out to grab her things as I blocked her persistent hands with my shoulders.

Bennet watched us with a bored expression as I struggled to pry Vee away from her work, chasing her around as she ran with all her papers in her arms, attempting to continue working.

"Let me go! I need to get back on my feet, I can't waste any time I have to start making more money- get more jobs!" Vee struggled in the blanket I had wrapped her in as I tore the stretched tape with my teeth, taping her up just like I did when she was drunk and horny for my luscious lips.

"Shut up and let me love and support you!" I yelled at her, lowering my head so our faces were only inches away as we glared at one another, my foot on her blanket covered body to keep her on the ground.

She wiggled underneath me like an angered worm, a frustrated look on her face that made her cheeks turn a shade tanner as she released a stressed huff, attempting to raise her head from the floor to try and get up one more time before giving up and falling back against the ground with a frown and slightly watery eyes, reminding me how fragile her emotions were at the moment.

"You going to relax now?" I asked with impatience as she sniffled, avoiding my gaze and glaring at the wall with a pout.

Taking that as a yes, I brought her blanket wrapped body up over one shoulder, feeling her slump in defeat looking like a sad, oversized white cheeto as I plopped her down on my bed, spinning the circular tape around before physically taping her down onto my bed in her little cocoon.

"Relax." I pointed at her with a warning look as she stayed stuck to my mattress, frowning and glaring at me.

She stuck her tongue out at me.

I simply smirked, surprising her by leaning forward and sticking my tongue out as well so it touched hers, causing her to scrunch her face in a angered frown, retracting her tongue back as I laughed at her reaction, pinching her cheek and getting up.

"One of my maids will come and help you undress and get in a robe. I got my best, most favorite masseuse Olga to come here and help take care of you." I informed with a cocky grin, lingering at the doorway as Vee eyed me from my bed.

"At one in the morning?" She questioned with a raise of her brow as I scratched at my jaw and shrugged.

"Paying her extra. She's the best, don't worry about it." I made sure to keep my explanation as brief as possible, not wanting to indulge her on the fact that extra pay was four grand after having everything that happened to her today.

I then tossed the tape to Bennet who quickly caught it with both hands before he made eye contact with Vee as she sent him a small, friendly smile.

"Always a pleasure Veronica." He acknowledged her with a fixed nod before turning and following me out the door.

In my eyes, Vee's problem is easily solved with a simple snap of my fingers.

I'm going to give her all the saved up money she lost in that fire and more, maybe try and convince her to live with me instead, the only problem with both scenarios was to try and convince Vee to let me take care of her.

"Please tell me you aren't actually reading that sir." Bennet's voice brought me back in focus as I tore my gaze away from the handbook I was reading.

"What, this?" I asked, looking at the cover of the How to Be a Good Boyfriend book in my hand as I straightened on my white L shaped sofa while Bennet stood besides me, hands behind his back.

"It's helpful, plus it's poor people edition so it give tips on what and what not to say to your not as wealthy partner." I informed with a proud smile, as if trying to sell the novel while Bennet watched me flip through the pages with a deadpanned expression.

"Did you know poor people don't like it when you remind them how small their place is, or like when you compare it to your walk in closet? I did not know that." I shook my head in utter disbelief, completely drawn into the book as Bennet sighed, staring out the window as he muttered a sarcastic "shocking" under his breath.

"These tips are amazing but kind of pointless, be supportive, understanding, kind, I'm like the perfect package I've got all this down." I said, making a face before smiling broadly as I heard the doorbell ring, making me rise, nose still buried in the book while raising my hand to Bennet letting him know I'd answer the door.

"Don't be jealous or insecure, right," I couldn't help but laugh out loud at the thought of me being insecure.

"What would I ever be insecure about-" My lighthearted sentence was cut off the second I opened my door to find a tall, well toned, tan, chiseled man in a too tight V-neck with a large duffel bag slung over one broad shoulder.

I stared at his strong features, sharp jawline, light scruff, and messily styled jet black hair with furrowed brows.

"Who the fuck are you." I asked.

"My name is Ramón. You called for a masseuse yes?" His voice was deep and velvety, accent thick with the way he rolled his R's and said his words as I gave him a look.

"I called for Olga." I said, slamming my book closed with one hand before peeking my head out the door to check the outside as if expecting her to be hiding somewhere in my gardenias.

"Oh yes, she sent me here since it is a bit late but do not worry my friend, I am told this massage is for a young woman. All women enjoy the hands of Ramón." He assured me with a firm pat on my shoulder like we were life long friends, displaying a dashing, pearly white smile before taking the initiative to walk inside, gazing around my mansion as I stood at the door with gritted teeth.

I had never wanted to shove a book down someone's throat in such a short amount of time.

I trailed after him like a bratty child, glaring at his muscular back before Vee came downstairs, dressed in one of my white bath robes that one of my maids had given her as she attempted to rub the look of exhaustion from her eyes.

Ramón beamed at her with raised arms.

"Ah, this must be the beautiful customer I was informed of. You never told me how breathtaking she is." Ramón made sure to lay his charm on thick, approaching Vee as I quickly intervened.

He grabbed her hand to place a kiss on it, closing his eyes and planting one only to open them and realize that I had put my hand over Vee's, his lips touching my skin instead of hers.

"Yeah, this is my girlfriend, my girlfriend, Ramón, Ramón, my girlfriend." I curtly introduced the two with an edged tone, becoming a physical barrier between them as he let out a low, chuckle.

"And does 'my girlfriend' have a name?" He asked with a mischievous glint in his brown eyes, using my own words against me.

"No she's mine, not yours mine." I corrected him like a child before hugging Vee to me, protectively placing her head on my chest and wrapping my arms around her as if holding a large teddy bear.

"My name's-"

"Her name is off limits last name don't touch." I cut Vee off, my hard glare pointed at Ramón who simply grinned in amusement.

"Very protective, as you should be." He acknowledged with a small nod, raising his large hands up in surrender.

Then, he started to take his shirt off.

"I hope you don't mind, I work better without any... restraints." He simply said when noticing both mine and Vee's reaction, as if that explanation was enough for him to just strip in the middle of my fucking house to show off his stupid muscles.

"Whatever works with you." Vee shrugged, her body tensing when I shot her a glare.

"So Flower, tell me, is this your first time?" He asked Vee with a curious tilt of his head as he subtly flexed, all attention solely on her as I fumed at the side.

He better be calling me Flower because I sure as hell know he did not just give my girlfriend a pet name.

"Um, yeah, I never really had like a professional massage before-"

"Ah, so I will be your first then," Ramón acknowledged, looking pleased.

"I promise I will be gentle. That is, unless you like it hard." He continued in a low seductive tone as I gave him a "what the fuck" look with all the innuendos that were spilling from his big mouth.

"Um..." Vee trailed off in thought, thinking about her massage rather than the hidden meaning behind his words as I released her.

"How about you go upstairs and lay down on your stomach on my bed already, I'll let Ramón here know what kind of massage you need." I told her with a forced smile, her gaze falling over me, noticing my tense state before she simply nodded with a care free "okay," and walked back to the stairs.

"Don't forget to take the robe off before you lay down Flower." Ramón reminded her, making Vee raise her hand in a thumbs up, not even looking back or acknowledging him any further as her small frame traveled up the steps to my room.

When she was gone I looked over at Ramón, crossing my arms over my chest as I snapped my fingers, one of my servants handing me a glass of white wine before I gave the eager masseuse a judgmental once over with my eyes.

"Kick him out." I informed my employees, causing Bennet and the other butlers around to quickly escort a stunned Ramón out the door while I checked his duffel bag that was discarded on the floor, tossing my book on the couch and looking through the different oils and creams for his massage therapy while he struggled and cursed in the background.

"Hm, peach scented." I awed out loud, sniffing one of the creams with interest when I heard the front door slam close.

"Sir, not to ruin your moment but... what about Miss Veronica? She is expecting a massage still." Bennet politely reminded me as I found a speaker in the bag Ramón left that played soothing nature sounds as I messed around with the buttons.

"And she will get one. Just tell me how much extra I gotta pay you to take your shirt off, fake a spanish accent, and massage her." I offered as Bennet sent me a stoic expression.

"Not enough sir." He responded with an unamused look.

"Not enough."

"Ramón?" Vee guessed with a curious raise of her head once I crept into the room, her back facing me as she lay belly first on my massage table that one of my maids probably took out in the middle of the room as I completely stilled.

Fuck, do the accent, come on do the fucking accent.

"Uh... yes, issa me, Mari- I mean Ramòn." I panicked, clearing my throat with wide eyes and a stiff posture.

Nailed it.

Her head was still raised off the bed but she didn't look back as we both said nothing for a good few seconds.

"Okay." She said, laying her head back down, making me blink at her in surprise before I let out a breath of relief, carrying Ramón's duffel bag of massage creams and oils, approaching her probably naked body underneath the blanket she draped over herself, my eyes wandering over her colorful tattoos inked across her back.

I had to mentally tell myself not to drool.

"I was worried you weren't coming up here." Vee said with a light laugh, face down  through the opening of the mattress as I neared her, fumbling with all the equipment in my grasp.

"Ah yes, I was a, busy watching myself flex in the mirror. You know how we pig headed, steroid injected girlfriend stealing guys can be." I forced out a laugh, my voice coming out more bitter at the end of my sentence before I tried to cover it up with a few more tense laughs.

She stayed laying on her stomach, not saying anything as I awkwardly stared at her, never having given anyone a massage before.

I got massaged all the time -really helps with my back- I'm pretty sure I could do this.

Pretty sure.

"Alright, I will now turn on the ambiance to help you- how you say, relax." I calmly said, toying with the speaker until it blasted some type of loud whale mating call that made both Vee and I jolt in surprise as the noise of what sounded like dying whales filled the room.

"Ah yes! My favorite background noise!" I screamed over the wailing cries, panicking and somewhat glad my brother wasn't here with me since he'd probably moan along with them.

"It's a little loud!" Vee notified me, still laying with her face down not wanting to get up as I quickly switched it to some trickling water sounds.

"Right, there, trickling piss, perfect." I decided, setting the torture device down.

"I think it's a waterfall." She commented.

"Yes that is what I said." I quickly dismissed her, struggling to open one of the oils, huffing from exertion.

"You okay?" Vee asked, hearing my panting as she raised her head before I quickly and gently pushed it back down.

"No no- head down, head down," I cautioned, only now realizing I had to lower the blanket over her bare back before putting on the oil as I placed the container down on the floor, eyeing her body and gulping slightly as I clasped my hands together, bringing them to my lips and breathing heavily wondering how I should approach this.

I gingerly lowered her blanket down, revealing her bare tattooed skin that I made sure I wouldn't touch as she visibly relaxed.

"Alright, here we go..." I said under my breath, mostly talking to myself as I grabbed the oil, finally opening it and oiling up my hands, rubbing my palms together before touching her skin.

"There we go." I said, massaging her, squeezing lightly and rubbing as she tensed a bit.

"Um... Ramón?" Vee began.

"Yes?" I asked, keeping the act up.

"I don't really think you should be massaging my ass." She pointed out, still laying face down as I paused, my hands frozen mid squeeze on her fine butt cheeks.

"Please, I am a professional. I know what I am doing, donta worry, I will rub you like a spicya meatball." I reassured her, groping her ass for a few more moments more for my sake rather than hers, then wiping my hands and re-oiling them for her back, drizzling the warm substance over her bare skin only for the lid to slip and pop right off, the oil splashing all over her body as a result.

Vee jolted in surprise, about to raise her head as I rubbed the oil over her body in a panic, gazing down at her now greasy body with wide eyes as she tensed, probably extremely uncomfortable drenched in oil.

"Issa okay! Issa okay!" My voice was shaky with alarm, my hands slipping off her like she was some type of human sized soap.

At that point I was left panting at the side, trying to catch my breath, my hands all oily along with Vee's body as she stayed face down.

The only sound in the room were my heavy exhales as I realized just how hard working actually was.

She stayed silent only for a few minutes as I decided to wipe the oil off her back with a towel before cleaning my own hands.

"Harry." Vee finally spoke up in a knowing voice making me freeze completely before bringing my dry hands to my face, slapping my palm over my forehead in shame.

"Yeah." I said, dropping my act and pinching the bridge of my nose, awkwardly standing by her massage table before she raised her head up, her eyes meeting mine for the first time since I entered the room as she smiled, placing her chin the in the palm of her hand.

"You do know Ramón was Spanish, not Italian right?"

My embarrassment only simmered down to a subtle flush at the very tips of my ears that thankfully wasn't noticeable once Vee was finished showering all the oil off herself in my bathroom, coming out in one of my hand made bathrobes with my signature, embroidered golden H on the chest.

"Hey," I lightly knocked on the door, even though it was my room as I noticed Vee's small, curled up frame on my bed while she stared blankly at the wall with a slight frown.

She turned her head to me, trying to give me the best smile she could muster after everything that happened tonight before her eyes zoned in on the bowl in my grasp.

"Is that for me?" She raised her brows in surprise, sitting herself up as I grinned at the now genuine smile on her face when I joined her on the bed.

"Yeah, I made it for you." I proudly beamed, handing her the bowl of water and ice cubes with a spoon before she sent me a teasing look.

"All by yourself?" Vee questioned with a smirk.

"All by myself." I stated with a confident smile, falling back against the pillows with her as she ate the only comfort food I knew how to make.

She was quiet like usual, but I knew this time, it was a sad quiet as I slung an arm over her shoulder, pulling her closer to me so she could lay against my chest as she curled up besides me in response, the sound of her spoon clinking against the ball the only noise between us as I rested my face on her dark hair.

"Can you tell me a lie?" She suddenly asked in a soft voice, as if deep in thought while I peered down at her, watching her stare out at nothing in particular in front of her.

"Tell you a lie..." I repeated, pondering for a moment before pulling her closer, rubbing the side of her arm as I did so.

"You won't get through this and I won't be there by your side every step of the way. You are not the smartest, kindest, most beautiful girl I have ever met and this is something you have to overcome alone." I said after a few seconds, hoping she could decipher my words she remained quiet.

I gave her a small kiss to her temple, her eyelashes fluttering slightly at the contact before a small, heart warming smile spread across her face.

"Can I tell you a lie?" Vee asked with a curious look as I glanced down at her.

"Tell me a lie." I said, giving her all ears as she pulled away to look at me so our eyes would lock completely.

And there was no going back on the lie that left her lips this time.

"I don't love you Harry."

AN: SOME OF YOU GUYS HAVE NOTICED BUT ONE OF MY LAST STORIES THAT I WILL LEAVE HERE ON WATTPAD IS A COLLAB WITH macklemcvey AND I AM PUTTING EVERYTHING INTO THIS STORY FOR YOU GUYS AS A GOODBYE.

IT WILL BE ON chingmcvey

I'll still be working on the mini stories here and maybe a few other works like Bites and finishing Shapes but really this story Stargirl is a complete game changer. It is a combination of both me and Thiora's ideas. We both wanted to break free from the typical fanfiction ideas like CEO boss or bad boy or bad girl SO WE CHOSE TO DO AN ALIEN THEME AND YOU KNOW THE COMEDY AND DRAMA WILL GET FUCKING REAL IM TELLING YOU.

I EVEN MADE THE TRAILER THE BEST IVE EVER DONE PERSONALLY OUT OF ALL MY TRAILERS BECAUSE IT MIGHT BE MY LAST.

We will break lot of boundaries, including the fact that one of the main characters we used is black but dark skinned because we need love for the dark skinned babes out there.