so in this chapter at the beginning, it's been about a week since Adriana and Harry broke up. Then halfway through it'll be two weeks since they broke up. You'll get it while reading.

A long chapter for you lovelies! For sure more interesting than the previous one lmao. Hope you enjoy ❤️

Also Woman by Harry Styles really suits this chapter (:

OH AND that's Dean below. HATE DEAN, but love Nathaniel Buzolic with all my heart.

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This thing upon me, howls like a beast

You flower you feast

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≫ A few days later ≫

   "What is happening with you?"

  Adriana cleared her throat as she raised her head up from the toilet where she had just thrown up into. She didn't answer his question, weakly pulling herself up and flushing the toilet before turning to rinse her mouth and brush her teeth. Once she was done, she looked at Dean who stared back at her expectantly, strong arms folded across his chest with his dark, devious eyes glued onto her face. She tried to move around him, but he wouldn't let her leave.

   "I asked you a question," Dean spoke gruffly, making her huff quietly and avert her gaze. "You haven't been well, you aren't taking care of Mateo properly. He keeps asking me what's wrong with his mother. Now I'm wondering the fucking same. So you better talk now or else I'm taking you to the hospital."

   "It's withdrawals," Adriana said, and she wasn't lying but that was only part of the truth. Everything was taking a toll on her physical health now and she was doing a terrible job of handling it herself.

   "Alright, I'll call my friend Kenny over. He's been clean for years now, and he did it himself. No rehab or whatever. He can help," Dean told her, making her sigh lightly and nod. Maybe she can get better after all without having to go to rehab. "Come here."

  He held his arms out for her to walk into, making her brows lower and head shake as a 'no'. She remembered how when she was 18, she'd do anything he asked her to, out of fear. Now she felt as if there was nothing he could do that was worse than what he had already done to her. However, the look on his face didn't settle well with her and she wasn't ready for another round of arguing, which eventually turns into rough, forceful sex. So she stepped forwards and let him wrap his arms around her, feeling one muscly arm wrap around her shoulders while the other curled around her waist, trapping her against him completely.

   "You'll be fine, alright?" Dean tried to comfort her, pressing his lips against her forehead while Adriana cringed internally, wanting nothing more than to break free.

   "I highly doubt it," she couldn't help but mutter, making him pull his head back to frown at her.

   "Adriana, if you're going to get over this addiction you need to be a little more optimistic," he said to her, making her glare at him in irritation, now trying to wriggle free.

   "Maybe the addiction isn't the only thing that's making me like this," Adriana spat angrily, pushing him away, making his hands slide down. Dean knew exactly what she was talking about, and narrowed his eyes instantly.

   "Don't you fucking bring it up again, you know I'm not forcing you to do anything," Dean immediately defended -himself, making Adriana's nerves snap.

   "That is bullshit!" she said loudly, dark eyes flashing with rage at his words.

  Mateo's ears perked up at the loud yelling outside of his bedroom. Big, brown eyes squinting at his closed bedroom door as he heard more angry yelling before it began fading away, as Adriana and Dean took their argument to the kitchen knowing that Mateo was in the room. But Mateo was too curious to just stay put, and decided to grab his Simba toy and check it out. He waddled down the hallway with Simba tucked under his small arm, before he reached the kitchen and hovered by the door, peeking around the corner and watching the argument between his parents unfold.

   "It's not my fault you can't handle a little roughness like you used to, honestly baby, I thought you always liked it rough," Dean spoke with a smirk that made Adriana's blood boil. They were facing each other, the side of their bodies facing the door so Mateo standing there wasn't noticeable.

  He then grabbed Adriana's waist and pulled her towards him, pressing his lips against her ear and whispering crude, dirty things that made her incredibly uncomfortable. He said one thing in particular that made her snap, suddenly pulling back with her hand darting up to slap his face. But he quickly caught her wrist, fingers tightening around it and bruising her flesh. Dean was ready to shove her against the kitchen counter and take her right then and there because the fight was turning him on, but Adriana was still struggling against him, now crying too.

   "Why can't you just stop, Dean?" she cried in frustration, wincing at the way he gripped her wrist, the other one was also caught by his other hand. "I don't love you like I did before and I never will ever again."

   "You're just saying that because you're upset with me," Dean growled lowly, refusing to believe the words that came out of his mouth. "You need to loosen up, how about we take a shower and..."

  He started whispering more dirty, disgusting things to her that made her stomach lurch and skin crawl so she started wriggling against him again. He was started to get pissed off at her need to get away from him, so when she tried to push him away again, he pulled her back and shoved her roughly against the kitchen counter. The tough and sharp marble counter dug into her spine painfully, causing her to yelp loudly in pain, hand gripping the edge of it while the other rubbed her back. Her eyes squeezed shut due to the pain and his yelling now, but they soon shot open when she heard a scream from the doorway of the kitchen.

   "Para!" It was Mateo. Both Dean and Adriana snapped their gazes towards the poor little boy who had watched the whole fight, and was now staring at them with teary, frightened eyes. "No le grites a Mamá!" Stop it! Don't yell at Mamá!

  He ran towards Adriana, standing in front of her because he didn't want Dean to hurt her anymore. Adriana felt like her heart was going to combust in her chest at what was happening, knees buckling as she slid down to hold Mateo and comfort him. He let out a sob when he turned around to hug her, Simba squashed between their bodies as he threw his small arms around her neck and buried his face into her chest. Adriana felt the tears gathering in her eyes, even though she fought so hard to keep them at bay because she wanted to show Mateo that she's fine. But she wasn't.

   "Mamá's fine baby, don't worry please mi estrella," Adriana whispered as she hugged him back.

   "Mateo," Dean whispered quietly, face warped with guilt and shame as he crouched down. Adriana shot death glares over Mateo's shoulder, warning him not to come any closer, but he didn't listen. "Mateo, son."

   "No," Mateo cried, crawling further into Adriana's arms if it were impossible. "You hurt Mamá."

  Dean grimaced at his words, heart heavy with guilt as he pulled back and thought desperately of what to do to make things better. But Adriana was already getting up, carrying Mateo in her arms before they disappeared out of the kitchen. Dean cursed at himself for messing up, knowing that he had just scarred his little boy for life. He knew Mateo was never going to forgive him for that, and Dean wasn't going to forgive himself for hurting Adriana that way. That was the first time he hurt her physically outside of sex, and he hated that Mateo witnessed it.

  Adriana was trying her hardest not to break down as she carried Mateo into his room and closed the door behind her. She winced when she sat down on his bed, lower back aching from being slammed into the counter earlier, but she did her best to ignore it as she propped Mateo on her lap. His crying had lessened now; there weren't any noisy sobs just silent tears and little sniffles. He was clutching his Simba toy very tightly to his chest, knuckles turning white while he rested his head against Adriana's chest.

   "I'm so sorry you had to see that cariño," Adriana whispered ever so softly to him, kissing his forehead while rubbing his back, rocking back and forth gently. "But I promise you Mamá is okay."

   "You're lying," Mateo couldn't help but say firmly, surprising Adriana as he pulled his head back to look at her with his tear-filled eyes. "You're not happy, Mamá. Papá doesn't make you happy."

   "Mateo, es complicado," she told him with a heavy sigh. "It's nothing for you to worry about." It's complicated.

   "Where is mi sol? Mi sol don't hurt you like Papá do," Mateo questioned with a pout, and Adriana felt her heart tighten at the sound of 'mi sol'.

   "Mi sol left us, cariño."

   "B-But mi sol said me quiere," Mateo spoke with a broken tone, making Adriana instantly regret her words. He loves me.

   "He does love you baby, god everyone loves you. You're so sweet and good no one could ever stop loving you," Adriana cooed softly, peppering his face with loving kisses. "Mi sol doesn't love me, that's all."

   "B-But how?" Mateo couldn't understand how anyone could stop loving his mother.

   "I dunno, but it doesn't matter, okay? In this world, there's only you and I. I love you and you love me, sí?"

   "Sí, te amo mi luna. Te amo mucho," Mateo nodded vigorously, standing in her lap and cupping her face with his tiny hands, kissing her nose before hugging her face. "Luna y estrella."

   "Sí baby," Adriana whispered with a smile, kissing both his cheeks and telling him how much she loved him. "Now how about we do something fun?"

  Mateo agreed and they decided to watch a movie. Dean was nowhere to be seen when she exited Mateo's bedroom briefly so she moved quickly to hers and snatched Dean's laptop. They watched The Lion King, since that always lifted up Mateo's spirits, but he ended up dozing off. Adriana napped with him briefly before she woke up to the throbbing pain in her lower back that she was sure was bruised now. She decided to go get some ice from the kitchen, frowning to herself when the smell of crêpes wafted into her nose.

  She stepped into the kitchen to find Dean at the stove, making crêpes. Her eyes rolled and she ignored him as she opened the fridge and looked for the ice bag. Dean quickly finished off his last crêpe and turned the stove off, moving to speak to Adriana. She noticed him and immediately held her hand up to stop him when he parted his lips to speak.

   "Don't you even say a fucking word to me," she spoke harshly to him in a very hushed voice. "Do not come near me or Mateo, I am warning you, Dean."

   "Adriana-"

   "Don't," she smacked his hand away when he tried to touch her arm.

   "Please I'm so sorry, please let me apologize to him. He probably thinks I'm a monster and I can't stand that-"

   "That's because you are one, Dean, and now he sees it too," Adriana retorted, making his face fall. She closed the kitchen door just to be safe, knowing that there was an argument coming again. "I fucking told you not to yell at me when he's in the apartment, but no, you do that and you fucking hurt me in front of him."

   "I-I got angry okay, baby, look at me. You know I fucking regret it," Dean caught her wrist, making her wince because he had bruised it earlier today. "It's all my fault, please let me just-"

   "You're right it is your fucking fault," Adriana snapped at him, before her face contorted with guilt and shame as she shook her head. "It's my fault too, I let my baby see that. I'm such a terrible fucking mother. I don't deserve him, I don't deserve to be a mother if I let my own child see abuse and fighting like that."

   "Baby, it's not your fault he saw. We didn't know he was there," Dean's brows lowered when the tears started rolling down her cheeks. "You're not a terrible mother. You've raised such a beautiful, smart young boy all on your own. Don't say that."

   "No but I am. I do drugs when he's asleep. I'm too depressed and tired to take care of him half of the time. He lives in such a toxic environment and that's all my fault!" Adriana rambled emotionally, sniffling as her tear-filled brown eyes looked at him. "And-and what happened today is gonna scar him for the rest of his life. I-I don't want him to turn out horribly because of this, because-because of me and how I'm a terrible mother."

   "Fucking hell stop saying that, Adriana," Dean sighed heavily, grabbing her arms and making her look at him. "It hasn't been easy on you and you can't help that. That little boy is the sweetest child I have ever met in my entire life. He is kind; he is funny and so obedient. He's such a good kid and that's because you raised him to be that way. Don't fucking say you're a terrible mother because you did something right, okay?"

   "I'm not a good parent if my child is in an unstable household-"

   "We won't be unstable!" Dean exclaimed. "I'll do better, alright? I'll take care of the both of you-"

   "What the fuck makes you think I'll you go near him ever again?" Adriana questioned with wide eyes, making him furrow his brows.

   "What? You can't keep me away from him forever. I made one mistake. It's not like I fucking hit the kid, I just pushed you!" Dean spoke with slight irritation. "I'm not leaving Adriana."

   "Fucking hell I don't want you here, and after what happened today Mateo certainly doesn't want you here either," Adriana responded harshly.

   "You may not want me but you need me. Mateo needs a father in his life-"

   "You are not a father, Dean," Adriana spoke aggressively, watery eyes blazing with a fire within the darkness of them. "You don't get to call yourself that."

   "If I explain to him what happened, he will understand and forgive me. He's just a kid he doesn't get what happened," Dean rambled, making Adriana shake her head. "I will explain myself to him and you can't stop me."

   "You're delusional if you think Mateo is actually going to forgive you," Adriana scoffed at him, making his brows lower in irritation.

   "It ain't that hard to convince a four year old, Adriana," Dean snapped. "I'm a pretty good convincer, convinced you to do a lot of shit when we were younger."

  Adriana parted her lips but no words came out. A smirk tugged at Dean's lips as her mind reminisced to the years she spent in an abusive relationship with him; unable to leave just because of how much he manipulated her. Manipulated her to believe that he truly loved her, and that she could never leave him. But she did leave, and she had to figure out how to do that now. It was significantly harder because he let her leave the last time, and he wasn't going to do that this time. She could see that he had this relentless determination to be a part of Mateo's life, and that was going to make things severely difficult.

   "Say whatever the fuck you want," Adriana spoke darkly, umber eyes glaring at him with an intensity that made his skin crawl much to his surprise. "But you will never be his father."

   "You're going to regret saying that."

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≫ A week later ≫

   "Harry? Are you even listening?"

   "Sorry, yeah I am."

  Niall glanced skeptically at him, before he continued rambling happily to Harry and the boys about his new girlfriend, Jelena. Even though Niall spent a lot of his time with Harry as of lately, he did manage to sneak a few dates in with the girl ever since he met her at Anne's birthday dinner. Harry had slight concerns that Niall would soon be too occupied to be there for him, but Niall had reassured him many times that he was always going to be there and never too busy for his peach. Apart from those slight concerns, Harry was more worried about Adriana.

  He had slightly moved on from moping around and being heartbroken over how she cheated on him. He was still sad about it, but he was taking care of himself and going out more. He had moved onto worrying about her in terms of her addiction and her son. The part of him that cared about her well-being immensely was emerging now that the part of her that loves her is slowly toning down. He wants to make sure that she has some way of getting better and that Mateo will be okay, in order for him to truly move on. Otherwise, he's just going to worry about the two of them for the rest of his life.

   "He's thinking about her again." Louis murmured quietly, all three of them gazing at Niall who had zoned out again. "When will he stop?"

   "It's only been two weeks guys, cut him some slack. Please." Niall sighed quietly. "Hey Peach." He said loudly.

   "Oh sorry guys." Harry was quickly snapped back to reality, cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I'm just gonna go to the bathroom."

  He excused himself quietly from the table, and just as he stood up he spotted four people entering the restaurant. His stomach turned and his throat went dry at the sight. It was Adriana. She was clinging to the arm of that half-naked man who answered the door on that tragic day. She was all smiles, the two of them chatting delightfully with the couple they had tagged along with for dinner. Harry quickly sat back down, making the boys all frown at him, especially at the way he was hunched over and looking straight at the table.

   "I thought you were going to the bathroom," Liam frowned at him before Louis nudged him with wide eyes.

   "Look! It's Adriana!" he exclaimed quietly, making Liam and Niall mutter in surprise and crane their necks to gaze at her. "Shit, that's the guy? The one with black shirt and brown hair?"

   "Yeah that's him," Harry mumbled, looking up and frowning at his friends. "Hey don't look, you'll make it obvious."

  Harry's table was situated well far away from Adriana's. He could see her well from the position he was sitting in, which was also advantageous as he could hide behind Liam who sat near him, just in case she looked. Even though he kept hiding, a large part of him wanted to talk to her. He wanted to know how she was doing, even though he was getting a sense of that at the moment just by looking at her. She looked beautiful. So damn beautiful, and it made his heart ache. Her slim body was clad in a gorgeous burnt orange dress with a plunging neckline that exposed her cleavage. Her light chocolate locks in long waves that danced over her tanned back and shoulders.

  Harry felt the dark claw that currently held his heart captive tighten when she smiled. The smile that would make his stomach flutter and heart race. The smile which she was giving to him when it should be Harry. However, Harry couldn't see how fake it was due to sitting pretty far away from her. He couldn't tell that Adriana was just too good at putting a façade on since she had practice from years of doing the same thing, and sometimes practice from doing it during their relationship. He didn't know that Dean was trying to please a major drug lord who was sitting opposite him with his wife. He didn't know that if Adriana didn't act civil, Dean would make her regret it.

   "Harry, how're you feeling?" Niall asked lowly as the boys dug into the food that had just arrived.

   "I feel like my heart is falling apart," Harry whispered hoarsely, swallowing thickly and looking at Niall. "It hurts Niall."

   "We can leave if you want to," Niall suggested with an arch of his brow. "Just us, alright? We'll go get Taco Bell or something."

   "N-No I'm not doing that," Harry shook his head. "I'm not gonna leave just because of her. I need to move on."

   "That's the spirit, mate!" Liam said loudly, clapping Harry's shoulder. His loud voice attracted Adriana's attention, and when she spotted Harry, she too felt like her heart had just fallen apart.

  He didn't look as bright and cheery-eyed as he used to. He had grown a little stubble, hair curlier and unruly, all dressed in a black suit with a white tank top. She gulped and looked away quickly, knowing that if she stared too long Dean would notice and ask questions. She prayed that he wouldn't try to talk to her because if he did, all hell would break loose. Dean would find out, and Harry would get a glimpse of the real monster that's been keeping her captive for almost a month now. She told her heart to calm down, and resumed with ordering from the menu.

   "Adriana, baby," Dean murmured huskily after the waiter whisked away with their orders. Adriana arched a brow at him questioningly, before she felt his hand clasp her knee.

   "Dean, not here," Adriana whispered, gaze flicking to the couple in front of them who were talking amongst each other. While she did this, he shifted his chair closer to her. "Are you mad?"

   "Seeing you in this dress has me feeling some type of way," he leaned in and whispered into her ear, hot breath fanning it while his fingertips pressed into her inner thigh. "Let's go to the bathroom."

  Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Harry gazing at them, making her heart rate increase rapidly. She knew she was still trying to figure out a way to escape from Dean, and she had recently convinced Donnie to help him so she was making progress somehow. But she couldn't let Harry get suspicious if he saw her fighting with Dean now. She needed to push him away. A part of her thought that he didn't care anymore, but she knew that that wasn't like Harry. He will always care, and if he saw her in discomfort like she was in right now, he'd question her about it. So Adriana did what she did best: put on a façade.

   "They'll notice we're gone," Adriana hummed in reply, shifting her legs so that he had more access. She knew that from the position she was sitting in, Harry could see half of Dean's arm under the table. He wasn't dumb; he knew what Dean was doing.

   "We'll leave halfway through dinner," Dean nipped at her ear; delighted that she was finally succumbing to him. "They won't mind anyways."

  He slipped his hand further up her dress, fingers finally grazing her clothed sex. Adriana hated the way the action made her shudder with excitement, reminding her of the way her body has betrayed her the moment Dean had his hands on it. It worsened the shame and guilt that sat on either side of her shoulders like a fat angel and demon, except that there were two demons and no angels. No matter how much she resisted, her body was a prisoner to his rough, animalistic allure. It would shake every time he had his lips or hips between her legs, and orgasm too. For as long as she lived, Adriana will never stop hating the way her body loves him.

  Dean was now talking to Antoñito, the Italian drug lord Dean was trying to become partners with. They've had a couple of dinners already, but this time Antoñito wanted to bring his wife along and suggested for Dean to bring Adriana. Hence why she was here, unwillingly. Adriana exhaled quietly in relief because he was distracted and his hand had stopped moving. She took a moment to look at Harry again, heart stopping in her chest when her gaze locked with the same pair of jade eyes she was still so in love with. Harry's throat tightened when he found himself gazing into her deep, dark eyes, and for a second he caught a hint of discontent. But she was the first to look away quickly due to Dean.

  Dean's fingers had brushed against her core again. Harry's gaze darted down to the way his arm was moving, tablecloth perfectly covering the sinful actions. His stomach was lurching at the thought of him touching her under the table in public. The lobster he had ordered was staring mockingly at him, and he could literally feel the bile gathering at the back of his throat. Niall noticed how uncomfortable Harry looked, frowning deeply before his eyes moved to look at Adriana, also noticing how Dean's arm was moving under the table. Harry too looked again because it was hard not to, and caught a glimpse of her face. It made his lips part a little. He could tell she was trying to hide how she was really feeling, how she was convulsing and shaking vigorously under Dean's fingers.

   "Harry, just don't look. It's making it worse." Niall murmured quietly to him, making Harry rip his gaze away to grab his glass of water and chug it. "I'm sorry, Peach."

   "S-She knows I'm here, and-and I'm watching." Harry whispered shakily. He couldn't describe how he felt. He was livid and heartbroken. "She's torturing me."

   "If you want, I can start feeling you up," Liam spoke up with a chuckle, overhearing Harry and Niall's conversation. "I'm joking I'm joking!" he quickly said when Harry glared at him. "Look it's true though, you could make her jealous too."

   "And you're volunteering to feel me up?"

   "Okay it was a joke, mate," Liam said seriously with wide eyes. "Maybe we can call Zayn."

   "Zayn? Are you kidding me?" Harry exclaimed quietly, shaking his head immediately. "He would never-"

  Harry stopped momentarily when he noticed Adriana standing up and excusing herself. He assumed she was going to the bathroom. He noticed the way he watched her walk away, smirk dangling on his lips. Niall and Liam both followed his gaze, immediately getting an idea of what was going to happen. But Harry didn't have that same idea.

   "Okay she's going to the bathroom. It's fine it's over; I don't have to make her jealous or shit. Not that I was gonna-"

   "Actually Harry-" Liam began speaking before Niall cut him off with a glare.

   "You're right. Making your ex jealous is immature and stupid anyways," Niall quickly dismissed it all. "Let's talk about something else."

  Liam started talking about his upcoming show-jumping competition. Although, Harry couldn't focus on what Liam was saying because his mind kept going back to the dirty things that man was probably doing to Adriana under the table. He glanced momentarily over at Adriana's table again before he did a double take and noticed that Dean wasn't there either this time. An uneasy, heavy, sick feeling stirred in his gut when it finally dawned upon him. Niall saw the look on Harry's face, but didn't say anything. He watched Harry shift uncomfortably with his features contorted with sadness, as he tried to distract himself by listening to Liam's rambling.

  Adriana on the other hand was in the ladies bathroom, dreading what was about to happen next. She wondered briefly if Harry saw her leave and if he was assuming that her and Dean were hooking up in the bathroom. The thought made her stomach turn and face contort with shame and guilt. She couldn't imagine the pain she was causing him, knowing that if their situations were reversed, she'd be livid and heartbroken too watching the man she loved be with someone else. Her thoughts dissipated when the door opened, revealing a ravenous, lust-filled Dean.

  She was quickly dragged into a bathroom stall where her back was pressed up against the door. His lips quickly attacked hers; a heavy, rough and needy kiss occupying her mouth. She could feel his erection pressing up against her crotch while his hands felt her all over. She barely responded back to the kiss, face scrunching up at the way his tongue was snaking around in her mouth. In order to quicken everything, she grabbed his crotch, causing him to pause his kissing and growl into her mouth. His eyes opened and she gazed straight into them.

   "No foreplay," she said sharply, making him pull his brows low at the tone she used but it slightly turned him on. Even though she was succumbing, she was being slightly dominating and he liked it.

   "Alright, then pull your dress up and spread your legs baby."

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  Harry felt like he was going to break down. He also genuinely felt his stomach turning because his mind wouldn't stop bombarding him with images of Adriana and him. He couldn't stop imagining his lips on hers when it should be Harry. He couldn't stop thinking of his hands on her soft skin, skin that only Harry wanted to touch. All he could see was them making out heavily in the bathroom stall, her dress bunched at her hips with his belt and pants undone. He could see him fucking her, with her legs wrapped tightly around his waist and his hips bucking back and forth quickly and roughly.

   "Just stop thinking about it." Louis spoke up, noticing Harry's face. "If you want, let's go to The Neon Demons and hook you up. You need to get over her."

   "That should be me!" Harry exclaimed quietly and emotionally, referring to Dean. "It's driving me insane, the thought of her being with another man like that."

   "Who is that guy anyways?" Liam questioned, digging into his crème brûlée.

   "Her ex," Niall told him.

   "Oh shit, she cheated on you with her ex. That's gotta suck," Louis grimaced, making Harry shoot him a blank look. "You're way better than him anyways, Harry. You know that."

   "You deserve all the happiness in the world, and she was not it," Liam told him firmly, making Harry sigh lightly. "You're a good guy, Peach. All these women who've hurt you, especially Adriana, they don't get that. It's their loss."

   "I know but..." Harry trailed off with a shrug. "Anyways, fuck it. I gotta go pee. Oh wait, what if they're in there?"

   "They aren't," Niall told him. "I went in a minute ago, there was no one."

  Harry nodded with a relieved expression. He really stood up and hurriedly moved to the hallway in the corner of the restaurant that led to the bathrooms. Adriana on the other hand watched Dean leave the women's bathroom now that they were done. She was grateful that it happened quickly, and hurt less because she didn't resist as much this time. But that didn't settle well with her, her mind was scolding her for not fighting for herself this time, her heart heavy with the same guilt and shame for moaning and having an orgasm. She lingered in the bathroom a little while before she returned, needing to pee and freshen up.

  Harry on the other hand, heard the bathroom door opening while he was peeing. A figure stood one urinal away from him, and he glanced at the man briefly before again doing a double take. It was him. Dean began whistling lowly to himself, mind still thinking about the dirty activities he had just taken part in a minute ago. Harry swallowed thickly as he tried to pee quicker so that he could leave, but Dean was done before him and already at the sink. Harry approached the sink once he was done, washing his hands and keeping his head down. A part of him wanted to question him about Adriana, but the guy seemed kinda scary and he really didn't want to start something messy and chaotic. Just as Harry was done, Dean spoke up, looking at Harry through the reflection of the mirror and squinting a little.

   "Hey, you look familiar."

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∙ Ello lovelies, what do you think of that chapter?

Writing that scene with Mateo was so sad ):

∙ Any predictions ?? What do you think is gonna happen between Harry and Dean?

Until we meet again...

mr. pool ❤️