*Harry’s POV*

When I got home I threw my keys on the counter and kicked off my shoes. My mum was still here so I tried to make it back into my room without being interrogated about what took me so long. Just when I thought I could make it up the damn stairs, I hear her behind me.

“Hey love how are you feeling?” I was caught off guard by her question. I took my meds today, so what’s her deal? I’m not in a bad mood right now.

“I’m fine.” I say not turning back around to look at her still trying to make it to my room.

“What took so long at the store?” and there it is.

“Nothing, I’m fine, I was that is until this damn interrogation.” I feel myself getting annoyed.

“Harold Edward Styles, get down here now!” I turn on my heels at the top of the stairs and walk back down plastering a huge fake grin on my face. Usually if I smile she leaves me alone when I don’t feel like being bothered. As I get closer to her hoping that it works this time her eyes dart to my neck.

“Harry where were you? What is that?!”

“What?” I don’t get it. She grabs my chin and turns my head to the right.

“A love bite Harold?! Where did you go after you left the store with Reagan?” I grabbed the side of my neck and remembered glasses sucking at it. I told her no marks for a reason. Then I remembered sucking on her nipples, kissing her lips, and the way that she was grinding herself on my lap, and not to mention her request. I almost smiled for real until my mom broke my focus.

“Harry?!”

“Nowhere, it’s not what you think it is. I went to Louis’ house and something bit the shit out of me. I think it was a spider or something. It really hurt. You’re overreacting.” I knew I was whining, but it was all in hopes that she would just drop it.

“Harry you just got back home, and you’re still under surveillance. That is the last thing you should be doing! And don’t think I didn’t get calls from the hospital when you did it there!”

“Mum I haven’t had sex in a while. Plus this new medication kind of makes me less-” My mum cut me off. She was always shy when I talked to her about sex openly and I see nothing has changed. I for one find it amusing.

“Harry please! I don’t need you to go into detail. I just need you to think carefully about the decisions you are making with everything that is on the line for you right now.” I roll my eyes an pull her in for a hug before I feel my phone buzz in my pocket.

From: Nialler
Come over t’ my place me auld son. Good times ahead. We scored some weed.

I read the message picked my keys up off the counter and went to put my shoes back on when my parole officer asked me yet another question about where I was going. I smiled at her to convince her that I would be fine before I left to go calm my nerves with the lads.

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*Reagan’s POV*
When Laurie and I got out of the cab, I asked him to wait a few more minutes so that he could take us back when Channel got here. He agreed and just as soon as Laurie and I walked towards the arrival gates I saw her. I couldn’t help it as tears ran down my face while I jumped in Channel’s arms. I hadn’t realized how much I really missed her these past few weeks. When I pulled away Channel’s face was just as wet as mine.

“I missed you so much Rea-tard! Oh I could hug you close to me all day.” I laughed at Channel’s excitement as we made our way over to Laurie. I introduced them and they seemed to click right away. When we got back to my apartment, I gave Channel a short tour of the place before she took a shower and changed her clothes so that we could go out to eat. While Laurie watched television and Channel showered I felt my phone buzz in my pocket, it was Harry. My skin and the area between my thighs began to tingle as soon as I saw his name

From: Harry! Pleassssse?!
You got me in trouble. I told you no marks glasses!

To: Harry! Pleassssse?!
I heard you, but you told me too late. Who did you get in trouble by?

From: Harry! Pleassssse?!
My mum...she thinks I’m fucking some girl now, haha probably right now as a matter of fact.

To: Harry! Pleassssse?!
I’m sorry it won’t happen again. Are you not home?

I figure if I keep lying to myself it will eventually become the truth.

From: Harry! Pleassssse?!
It’s okay glasses, I’m planning on getting my revenge soon so we can be even ;). No I’m not home.

When my skin flushes I put the phone down on the counter top and Laurie looks at me quizzically. I ignore her gaze as I take my seat next to her. Everything I did and said earlier races through my mind on repeat. The more my brain tries to expel the memory, the more my body remembers his touch and I know that this is it. If it happens again, there wouldn’t be anything to stop me. Even though I know what I want to do, it terrifies me that I am giving in so easily with him. When Channel got out of the shower and got dressed, we decided to go out and get something to eat instead of staying in and cooking on her first night. Besides, the way my mind was racing with unprofessional thoughts of Harry, I’m sure that I would lose a finger with the distraction any way. We decided to eat at a restaurant called Bangalor, and by our food got to the table, Channel was practically eating in her sleep clearly tired from jet lag. We laughed throughout dinner and Laurie and I made Channel walk the streets of London with us at least until eight so that she could get the right sleep schedule for the rest of the week. When we got back to the apartment, Channel practically collapsed on my bed and was sound asleep by the time her head hit the pillow. Laurie went back down to her apartment due to having to get up early for her internship, leaving me all alone with my thoughts. I decided to act on them and found myself texting Harry for the third time today.

To: Harry! Pleassssse?!
Are you home yet? And have you called Paul to check in? It’s almost 9pm.

From: Harry! Pleassssse?!
No glasses, I’m not home yet, why do you keep asking me? I think you want something ;) I called Paul. I’ve been doing so for the past couple of days, why would I stop now?

To: Harry! Pleassssse?!
I’m just checking.

I ignored the comment that H. made, but I don’t know why I keep asking if he was home. I think about his comment and try to convince myself that I don’t want anything.

From: Harry! Pleassssse?!
Look, I don’t need a fucking minder or another mum Reagan I’m fine I’ve got this under control!

From: Harry! Pleassssse?!
Damn it, you’re gonna blow my high!

Even though I slightly flinched when he called me Reagan, when I got his second text my focused side took full control.

To: Harry! Pleassssse?!
Harry you shouldn’t be smoking weed and you know that! Where are you?!

From: Harry! Pleassssse?!
Fuck off Reagan!

I knew that I probably shouldn’t use his friends to tell me where he was, but he’s being irrational and I need to see him. I called Niall to only find out that Harry was there with them. He told me where he lived and within minutes I was in a taxi. When I got to the house, Zayn answered the door. He smiled moved out of the way in order to let me in. I was immediately hit with the smell of smoke and could have easily gotten a contact high as soon as I entered the house.

“Harry’s downstairs. Where is your friend?” Isn’t she coming to visit Niall?” Zayn said with a guilty look on his face as he shut the door and led the way to the basement.

“No, I’m just coming for Harry. His mom called me and wanted me to bring him back home. He shouldn’t be doing things like this Zayn.” Liar you want to bring him back home. But he really shouldn’t be smoking.

“I know, but he’s been gone for so long. It’s difficult to tell him no.” We get downstairs and Louis and Liam try to wave away the smoke. Everyone except Harry has the same look of guilt on their face as Zayn did two minutes ago. Harry’s eyes are bloodshot and he looks pissed. He obviously wasn’t expecting my arrival.

“What are you doing here Reagan?”

“Harry your mom called me. She’s worried about you. I think she wants you to come home.”

“Why didn’t she call me then?”

“She didn’t want to seem like a nag I told her, I would do it.” I was shocked at how fast the lies came out of my mouth. I can’t control them and I can’t seem to stop. Part of me doesn’t want to. I know what I’m after, but I’m too embarrassed and ashamed of myself to bring my fingers and text it to him.

“Maybe she’s right Hazza, You have been over here a while. You know how your mum gets now.” Niall chimed in and Harry shot him a death glare. He wasn’t happy with the idea, but he knew that Niall was right. Harry stood up and walked in my direction towards the stairs and when he reached me his lips were pressed in a hard line. Though his mouth read anger, the look in his eyes read something I couldn’t understand. I thanked the boys before I left the house and took out my phone to call a cab.

“What are you doing glasses?” Harry asked me as he opened his car door.

“I’m calling for a cab Harold. I don’t have a car and I have to get back home.” Harry rolled his eyes and huffed at me before speaking.

“I can take you home glasses.”

“I don’t want to be a bother H.”

“Get in the car, it’s fine!” I agreed not wanting to argue and ended up in front of Harry’s house instead of my own.

Notes

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