Harry's POV (I had to)

Do you know how much stress I go through everyday? First, some of my members almost get arrested like Zayn today for vandalism. Second, I have to moniter the other gangs' movement. Third, I can't even touch another girl ever since Remix and Jay came along. Jay is with Niall alot since they're going out and if I even look at a girl with interest, Jay threatens to tell Remix. I mean, I like Remix, but I have needs. By the end of this week, I will make sure Remix and I will be fucking.

I think of my girl when I fall on my bed. God, I need her. I am not a guy that touches himself when he's frustrated that way, but I think of the one I want. This is the longest I've had to wait to fuck. Even with Kaylee. She thought I cared. Please. I had girls lining the damn block, I had one every week. I have to admit. I liked her. She was nice, but she's not Remix. Kaylee was sweet, naïve, nerdy, and smart. Remix is cool, experienced in my world, bad ass, and clever. Someone that would survive my world.

I don't think it was harsh to take her virginity. I lost mine when I was fifteen. She was twenty. She wanted me to drop my world for her. I grew up in this, I can't leave it. Remix didn't care when she first met us. One of her best friends is Liam so why should it matter. She makes me frustrated, but turned on. I like her.

After ten minutes thinking of possible ways to take her before I sitting up. I need her now. I rush downstairs and grab my keys. The car takes no time to turn on before I zoom to her house. A nice guy would go to his girlfriend's house to surprise her with flowers and a mignight picnic. Me? I'm rushing to fuck a girl I've only dated for, what, one, two weeks? My kind of dating.

I park in front of her house thanking anyone who's listening that Jay is gone with Niall. It's her fault I'm desperate for sex. I knock on the door trying to keep cool, but the boner trying to peek from my jeans isn't helping.

Remix opens the door and automatically looks at the boner. "I see someone is excited to see me." She smirks and leans against the door. She decides to toy around and twirls her hair while speaking in a seductive tone, "What made you and your not so little friend stop by?"

I huff, "I think you know." I take no time to kiss her harshly. She pulls me inside and I slam the door shut.

Going with my needs, we spend no time tearing clothes off of each other while making out on the couch. I kiss my bare girlfriend down her neck as I pin her down on her bed. She hums in response as I lightly bite on her neck. I kiss down to her chest sucking on her nipples taking time to taste her. "Harry," She moans grabbing my shoulders.

Remix's POV

Harry came with a boner, I couldn't just let him walk around with that. I haven't had sex for a long time. Both he and I need this. After about three rounds, we decided to rest. Harry is magic in the bed. He's rough and very satisfying. His dick? Long. It's in the top five I've seen. He believes his is legendary. I say, it's good. Then he fucked me relentlessly. I'm starting to believe it.

I breath heavily in his chest as he tries to regain his breath. "Best. Sex. Ever." He pants grabbing my ass. "Needed this babe." He kisses my neck and falls onto my pillow. All I want to do is rest, but the world wants me awake. My phone vibrates with Dekker's name on the screen. Before I can grab it, Harry snatches it and looks at me. "Why the hell is he calling?"

I sigh, "I'm DJ-ing a party for him and he's calling for details." I reach for the phone, but he answers it instead. "Hey!"

"Look Dekker, I don't want to calling my girlfriend anymore," He growls. I roll my eyes, here we go again. "I don't give a shit! You are messing with Kobras!" Dekker snickers and mutters something. "You do so much as touch her, I will kill you!" He yells making my head spin. "Yeah? Well, she's already done that!"

I take the phone from him elbow his side, "Sorry Dekker. I'll call you later."

He chuckles, "In the meantime, keep your dickhead boy under control. Later." He hangs up and I glare at Harry.

"Really?" I question and place my phone on the table. "My phone, my conversation." I grab his shirt from the ground and get out of bed. "Have a nice time by yourself."

I walk downstairs and grab a can of Pepsi. That little jerk. His brain must be the size of his damn penis. A couple minutes later, Harry comes down with his boxers. What the hell does he want? I scoff and leave the kitchen for the living room. "C'mon, babe!" He groans following me to my spot on the couch. "Do you really expect me to be okay with my girlfriend socializing with the bane of my existence?"

"Do you really expect me to care what you think?" I counter as he sits next to me. "Look, you yell at me or him all you want, I still wouldn't care. You have no say in my business."

He sighs, "How the fuck does arguing with you turn me on?"

I cackle, "Maybe because you enjoy the fact that I ain't Kaylee?"

He smirks looking at my chest, "Very happy."

And that, Ladies and Gentlemen, is how we started round four.