*Harry’s POV*
I reluctantly left the hotel not wanting to leave Reagan, but not wanting to have nothing but lint in my pockets either. I’m not really broke at all. I still have quite a bit of money in my account from what my father left me before he died, but I plan on using that for something else more important than frivolous spending. He left Gemma and I both personal notes with our bank accounts to read for when we got older and I hadn’t opened mine until my seventeenth birthday, only a couple of months before I was committed. I used to read and reread it while I was in Maudsley, and a lot of the times it’s what would help me get through a day. It was my little piece of him to keep and have forever. I remember when I used to read it at home a lot before the nightmare happened. Clive would always try to take it away from me just to be a dick and taunt me. He tore it once, so I put it away so that he could never get to it again. I had it memorized by then anyway, but there was something about physically having it in front of me so my fingers could trace over his writing and the ink lines. I was only five when he died, but I still have memories of him when he was a bit healthier. I miss him so much and so much would be different if he were still here. I shake away the thought of Dooms Day (what I have appropriately titled the day that my mum turns her back on me when she decides to say ‘I do’ to Robin) as I pull into the parking lot of Tommo’s Brew and Banter.

“Harreh! You’re late.” Zayn shouts at me over the chattering noise of the crowd and I contort my face in skepticism. I checked my watch before I looked at him again.

“No I’m not. I’m five minutes early!”

“Yeah but its Sunday funday mate! Five minutes early is already ten minutes late! Hey!...That rhymed.” I furrowed my brow trying to comprehend his logic and ended up shaking my head and laughing, chalking it up to him being stoned or just his usual off the wall random quirk. To most Zayn would seem mysterious. To those who know him he's just as silly and weird as the rest of us.

As soon as I get behind the bar, two girls approach and ask for a vodka tonic and some other fruity drink I have no clue how to make. I make the one and ask Zayn to make the other.

“Why’d you leave the party so early? We just got there and it was buzzin like ten minutes later.” I turned on the blender as he added strawberries and ice to it to try to avoid his question about last night and then did a gesture to let him know I couldn’t hear him. Zayn turned off the blender and gave me a 'what the fuck?' face when berry juice flew all over the counter. I have my own reservations about what I’m doing with Reagan and the last thing I need right now is a friendly lecture.

“Soz, I couldn’t hear you what?” When he opens his mouth to ask again, I turn around to give the blonde her drink. She pays for it but licks her lips and smiles at me before she blushes and starts to giggle. I smile back politely and awkwardly chuckle before I turn away to get her change from the register.

“You left with Reagan didn’t you?” I turn my head to look at Zayn and then count out ten pounds twenty to return back to the bird.

“So what if I did?” Zayn rubs his hand over his mouth then makes a tisk sound when he clicks his lips.

“It wouldn’t be my business if you did...just, I don’t know mate...be careful you know?” I look at Zayn with no expression on my face and ignore his comment as he wipes off the counter before I hand the money back to the blonde. His eyebrows are furrowed and I can tell he wants to say something else but he's holding it back. Blondie brings my attention back to her by intentionally running her finger down my hand before she takes the money and I wink at her, earning half of what I just gave back to her as a tip. Simple but effective.

The night continued on that way, loads of shameless flirting and lots of tips on my part. I’ve actually made more in tips tonight than I’ve gotten before and the only thing that I can think to account for it is that I’m in an admittedly better mood than I’ve been in the last month and a half. Today started off pretty shite when my mum called me from work to talk about food and cake tastings for her wedding and dropped hints that she wants us to talk about Reagan being back, but now it’s looking pretty good from my end.

I went in the break room to count my tips when I got a text from Reagan.

From: DON’T FUCKING ANSWER!
Can it be 11:30 now? I miss you...

I rolled my eyes then when I saw how her name came up in my phone. I need to change it. I remembered when Louis took it from me and tried to delete Reagan’s number to get me ‘closure’ as he put it. Part of me wanted to, but I couldn’t allow him to do it. He called me a pussy and wrote her name as this instead. I edited the name back to what it was before I text her back.

To: Glasses
Seriously? It’s only been three hours...I might miss you too...maybe :)

I put my phone in my pocket for two seconds before it vibrated again making me lose count.

From: Glasses
It’s been a month and a half really...I hoped you would... ;*

When I read the message I feel the need to put in a snarky comment along the lines of ‘that was your fault’ but it’s probably best if I don’t.

To: Glasses
I can’t count my earnings when you’re distracting me! Now I have to start all over. Thanks. What are you doing?

I finish counting before she texts me back. One hundred ninety pounds isn’t bad and I still have two and a half hours left.

From: Glasses
Don’t blame me, you probably just can’t count...I was thinking about what I couldn’t finish saying earlier...

To: Glasses
And that was??

I walk back out front to find Louis coming in to start his shift. I’ve only been in the back a couple of minutes but it looks it’s gotten more crowded. I mix seven more drink orders and get bought a shot of expensive gin from an overly drunk rather familiar looking gentleman. I hate gin but I take the shot anyway. After he slams the Glass he stumbles his way out of the bar, trying to act more sober than he is all the while saving me the trouble of cutting him off.

I take another drink order before I’m able to look at my phone again.

From: Glasses
I slipped and started talking about your body and your hands when you asked me about the things I missed on the phone. You’re so good with your hands...and your fingers...and your mouth.. Mmm H., your mouth. I want you...

From: Glasses
You’re good with a certain other appendage as well.

My eyes widened and I put my phone back in my pocket not able to respond. I want her too. God I want her, but I can’t have her. Not right now at least. I can’t hurt her again. I don’t trust myself, and just because we’ve squashed some shit doesn’t mean that I’ll be able to control myself with her yet... It’s too soon. I text her back but I change the subject hoping that she’ll get the picture when I do.

To: Glasses
You left your pills in my pocket. Oxazepam eh?

From: Glasses
What?

To: Glasses
Oxazepam? Otherwise known as Serax. It’s a mild tranquilizer...Remember Levi my roommate at Maudsley? He started off taking them because he had panic attacks, but they had to up him a couple doses cause he got worse.

I don’t know why I’m telling her this. I’m not trying to make her think that she’ll get worse too. It’s not exactly the smoothest conversation changer and probably the last thing she wants to hear but she’s got to get her mind off shagging. The pub calms down again and Louis tosses me a towel to wipe down some of the vacant tables. My phone vibrates again and I stop what I’m doing to read my response when Louis gets nosy.

“Who the hell are you talking too? You’ve been on you mobile texting ever since I got here.”

“No one. It’s my mum...wedding shit.” I lied not wanting to go through the aggravating explanation and disapproval step I did with Zayn.

“Liar!”

I rolled my eyes and returned to the message.

From: Glasses
Oh...Um yeah that’s what he gave me, I didn’t mean to leave them there.

To: Glasses
Yeah...

Awkward.

To: Glasses
When did you start having anxiety attacks?

“I know who you’re talking to Haz. You’re choice, but you have to be smart about it. Honestly-“

“Louis I don’t need a lecture mate. I know how you guys feel about her and that’s fine I-”

“SHUT UP AND LET ME FINISH! Bloody hell! What I was going to say before you got brave and cut me off was something along the lines of do what you feel is right for you. All the rest be damned. You’re the one who has to go through whatever it is you’re going through. You don’t have to deal with it alone if it blows up in your face, but that’s beside the point. You haven’t been this lively in a while so if you like it, if you still love her, which clearly you still do, it doesn’t matter what anyone thinks.”

I looked at Louis and nodded my head slowly, but for him that’s easier said than done. If I start bringing her around again I don’t want them giving her a hard time and I know them. Louis will do it in a sarcastic way to make it seem like he’s joking, but he’s not really. Zayn will stone face her until she leaves the country...again, and Liam and Niall will come straight out with it with Niall being more aggressive with his opinion. I checked my messages again when I was done cleaning off the tables.

From: Glasses
I had the first one when I left...but can we talk about something else? I want you H.

I shoved my phone back in my pocket annoyed with her and didn’t respond until I got off. I called her to see if she was ready and she was...just not the ready that I was hoping for.

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“Can you come up for ten minutes?”

“No. Come on Reagan I have to be home by twelve, twelve thirty the latest or the alarm will go off! I don’t have time for games.”

Reagan agreed and hung up the phone making me wait a few more minutes at the hotel entrance. She was probably hoping that I would change my mind before she came down with a defeated look on her face. I glanced over at her and sped off without speaking putting all of my focus into getting home in fifteen minutes when I live thirty five minutes away. We get into the house and I punch in the alarm numbers before we head up to my room and I close my door with no fucking lock may I add. My mum changed the knob after I overdosed. I honestly have no privacy.

I took off my clothes and got into bed and Reagan did the same. She scooted closer to me and took a hand raising it to trace over my tattoos but paused and stopped herself, unsure of my mood. I grabbed her hand and put it on my chest feeling goose bumps raise when she went over my swallows, then the butterfly. I outright shuddered when she traced over the tattoo on my v-line however. She went to move her hand further down when my eyes popped and I grabbed her hand to stop her, running a finger over her now fading bruise.

“Why do you keep blocking me?”

“Hm?”

“Every time I bring up sex or try to touch you, you change the subject or block me... Are you still mad and not trust me? I get it if you-”

“No I don’t. I’m just tired...I just want to sleep.” It’s a lie and a bad one. When her fingers traced over my v-line she woke the sleeping giant. I shifted to the fetal position to try to hide it, but now it’s poking me in the stomach.

Reagan sported a mischievous look before she reached down sneakily and ‘accidentally’ brushed her hand against my dick.

“You may want to sleep but, junior clearly doesn’t. I’ll be quiet. I’ll bite a hole through my lip if I have to, but please Harry can we? I need you.” She pouts and then grins but when she pouts I imagine her lips wrapped around my-

“Reagan, no.” I don’t allow myself to finish the thought but it’s too late now, I’m so hard it hurts.

“If you’re not still angry with me what is it then?”

“I’m not angry with you, but I can’t. I won’t hurt you again like I did a few days ago.That, and I have no lock on my door.” Reagan furrowed her eyebrows in confusion from the last bit of my sentence but slowly relaxed when realization hit as to why the lock is gone. She wrapped an arm around my waist before she spoke again.

“I told you it looks worse than it is. It didn’t hurt Harry.” She runs her fingers up and down my back not making my current situation any better. She usually claws at my back and sides when I fu-

“Still shouldn’t have happened in the first place. I need to regain my control.” I cut off my thoughts again and try to think of something revolting but nothing comes to mind except her running her fingertips along my back.

“I like it when you don’t have control.”

“What?” I furrow my eyebrows in confusion. I know she wasn’t completely innocent, but I didn’t think she was a kinky masochist.

“I mean Friday was a bit much, but it wasn’t all bad...” She trails off embarrassed by what she’s saying and confirming my thoughts.

“So I did hurt you?”

“Yes, but not in a bad way. It mostly only hurt because I hadn’t done it in a while, but it still felt good. You didn’t mean to hurt me Harry, and you didn’t. It was just pent up frustration. I can only imagine what you were going through. I went through a lot too and I know how intense it is for you sometimes. It probably would have been equally as rough from me if I was as strong as you...” I shook my head and pressed my lips in a hard line. I know she likes it rough sometimes but rough and painful are two different things. Reagan rolled her eyes at me then slid her hand down her stomach and into her panties, earning my attention instantly.

“Remember when you made me finger myself and you watched me?” I looked at her but I couldn’t think or answer. I think my brain lost oxygen and blood, it was all rushing elsewhere as I watched Reagan move her knickers aside so I could get a better view of her fingers rubbing and delving into her glistening wet center. She moved her free hand down my stomach and under my boxers grabbing my dick stroking it lightly.

“Shit! Reagan what are you doing?”

“Shh Harry just let me. If you don’t feel like you can then let me.” She moaned softly then removed her hand from me before spitting on it then back down my boxers to stroke me again tighter this time.

I ran a hand through my hair leaving it there to tug at it slightly trying to keep my eyes from rolling to the back of my head. She never fails to surprise me in some kind of way. I look over at her and I can see her hand still between her legs as her finger flicks across the tiny bundle of nerves there, moving at the same speed she’s moving her hand on me. She bites her lip to stifle her moan from her own touch and her pace quickens and tightens again on me and I know she hasn’t got much longer to go.

“Ugh Fucking hell Reagan! Shit!” Her eyes meet mine with the sexiest look I’ve ever seen in them, overly confident because I let her take control for once. She moans again and turns her head into my chest to try and stifle it. Her thumb swipes over the tip of my shaft to wipe off pre-cum causing a throaty groan to escape my lips involuntarily. Reagan cums and when she does I cover her mouth to try to keep her quiet as possible. She continues to stroke me and then uses her newly free hand to massage my balls causing me to lose it shortly after her. I bite my bottom lip so hard to keep myself from grunting too loudly that I reopened the cut on it from Niall punching me in the face...wanker.

When I regain my focus Reagan smirks literally satisfied with her own actions and licks evidence of my release off of her fingers before she lies back down on my chest to go to sleep. I doze off shortly after holding her close to me with every intention to this time around.

Notes

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