Spencer POV

I woke up feeling groggy. The light was peaking from behind the curtains. I rolled over to find an empty bed, I wasn’t shocked though Harry was super busy. I checked the clock on the bed side table. 7:00am. Well shit, I didn’t get much sleep at all. I reluctantly got out of bed and headed towards the kitchen.

“Morning, sleep well love?” Harry asked from the table.

“Eh I’ve slept better.” I shrugged, pouring a pot of already made coffee.

“I bet.” He mumbled. “I’m gonna go get ready.”

He got up quickly, dumping his dishes in the sink and heading back towards the bedroom. Coffee in hand, I followed him. By the time I got into his room he was sitting on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands.

“Babe? Are you okay?” I asked sitting down next to him.

“No. Are you okay?” he looked at me.

“Yeah, I couldn’t be better.” I smiled wrapping my arms around his neck.

“Stop.” He shrugged me off standing up.

“What did I do?” I slumped down on the bed.

He walked over to his side of the bed, opening the drawer on his side table. He picked up a baggy and tossed it towards me. It was the bag of molly Ella had given me yesterday night.

“Harry…it’s not…” I started.

“I trusted you not to get into anything. What are you thinking?” he yelled, not spoke but yelled. He had never yelled at me before, in fact I had never heard him yell at anyone at all.

“I’m fine Harry. It’s Ella drugs.”

“Then why do you have it?” he questioned.

“She gave it to me in case I ever wanted to try it.” I shrugged.

“Have you ever done it? And don’t fucking lie to me.” He stared at me.

“Harry, you have to understand, I’m fine.”

“Did you take any?”

“Barely any, at the club last night with Ella.”

“Spencer.”

“I know what I said Harry. It’s still true. I can handle myself. I made it home fine, I didn’t do anything wrong, so just let it go.” I sighed.

“Let it go? My girlfriend is on drugs and I’m supposed to just let it go?” he picked up the bag, shaking it in front of me.

“I’m not on drugs Harold and you know that. I tried it once last night. It was one time. That’s it.” Rolling my eyes I stood up taking the bag from Harry.

“Give that back.” He tried to take it from my hand.

“No, it’s mine.” I put it behind my back as he reached for it. He continued to keep reaching around me. “Stop Harry you’re hurting me!”

“Why do you need it?” he asked holding my wrist, not breaking eye contact.

“It’s Ella’s, I’ll give it back.” He let go of his hold, running a hand through his messy hair.

“I’m supposed to trust you’ll do that?”

“I’m not going to take anymore!”

"Bullshit, you did it once you'll do it again." He reached for the bag again.

"Can't you just fucking trust me? I'm a grown adult, I can make my own decisions."

"I'm not letting you decide to do drugs. Fuck that."

"Well fuck you." I yelled in his face, him still attempting to free the bag from my fingers.

"Spencer stop!"

"No, you stop. I'll get rid of it."

“Don’t do it again.” He gave me a stern look, letting go of my hand for the second time.

“Or what? You’ll dump me? You dated Ella for an entire year and she does way worse shit than I have or will ever do. Don’t even give me that bullshit.”

“You’re different than her Spencer.” He took a seat on the bed again.

“How?”

“I’m not using you like I used her, I actually love you.”

“So the truth comes out, you used her. She used you. Some relationship that was. How do I know that’s not happening to me? And you’re just really good at hiding it?”

“Don’t even try to turn this into another fight about if I love you or not Spencer.”

“I’m sorry.” I felt the first tear drop.

“Don’t cry, just be more careful. I don’t particularly like the idea of you doing drugs, but if it’s the path you take, I’ll still love you. I’ll just worry like crazy and go insane when we’re not together.”

“I'll try to stay away but I can't make any promises. But I do love you too much to lose you.”

“Don’t lie to me. Just tell me if you do it.” He kissed my forehead.

"And have this fight again? No thanks." I tried to laugh. "Who even cares."

“Who cares? Do I not mean anything to you? Does my family not mean anything to you? Does YOUR family not mean anything? What about your friends, our friends."

“I’m young, I’m having fun Harry. I like Ella.” I shrugged as if it was no big deal.

“It’s drugs, that’s serious.”

“I’ll be okay baby.” I laced my fingers through his, smiling up at him. "Don't worry about me, you have enough on your plate."

"You're me girlfriend, you come first."

"That's ridiculous, your career should matter most."

"I'm not arguing my priorities with you. You and my family are number one. Please be careful."

"I will be, trust me."

"Now are you coming to lunch with us? Rachel will be there."

"Yeah I'll join you."

"Good, she misses you guys. I think she's about to go mad hanging out with 5 guys constantly." He laughed kissing my forehead, heading into the bathroom.

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"Oh my god Spencer! I miss you!" Rachel engulfed me in a huge hug.

"I know! How are you!" I smiled as she stepped back.

"I need my girls! I got us a separate table so we can talk." She said in a serious tone. "Is that okay?"

"Yeah, why weren't you at the show last night? I was expecting to see you."

"I stayed an extra day at home. I'll explain later." She smiled. "Guys we'll be over there if you need us."

I followed her over to the table, she was acting strange but I figured she just needed a good girls lunch date.

After ordering, she finally started to talk. I had become close to Rachel, but not nearly as close as I was with Emily. It felt good that we were able to have this time here in England.

"What's been going on?" I asked curiously

"I had a scare." She frowned.

"As in...?"

"A pregnancy scare. I haven't told Liam."

"Are you okay?" I asked completely shocked.

"Yeah, I guess." She shrugged. "I hadn't had my period in two months so I took a few at home tests and they all came out positive. So I made a doctors appointment but it turns out the tests were wrong."

"How did they all come out false positive?"

"I guess the medication I take for my migraines can make it happen. And the missing periods are from traveling and stress apparently."

"I'm sorry girl, are you dealing okay?"

"I mean, I'm kind of disappointed. Sure, Liam and I are young but we've been talking about marriage lately. I mean we've been together for almost 4 years now. He's definitely who I'll spend the rest of my life with. At the same time though, I know we can't have a child right now. He's in the height of his career. I guess it was just the thought of creating something so special with someone who means so much to me. I can't wait for that to happen. But I know it has to wait."

"Do you plan on telling him?"

"I want to but I know it'll mess with his mind. He needs to be focused on the tour."

"Babe, he does have the right to know. Besides he cares about you way more than the tour. Trust me." I smiled, thinking back to what Harry had said earlier today.

I was being stupid. Why would I risk all the relationships in my life to try out something so stupid as a drug. I mean Ella did seem to always have so much fun but I could do that by drinking, or even entirely sober. He was right, regardless of what was happening with One Direction, I was a top priority.

Rachel brought me back from my daydream as Harry came over the table.

"I'll tell him after these London shows. I promise." She rushed out before Harry reached us.

"We're heading to the arena. Are you coming with us or hanging out?"

I looked at Rachel who smiled at me. She definitely needed a girls day out.

"We're gonna hang out tonight. See you after the show?"

"You're still coming right?" Harry asked as Rachel excused herself to say goodbye to Liam.

"Yeah, she just needs a good day out. We'll just come when the show starts, then I can go back with you."

"Alright, everything okay?"

"Yes, I think. Don't worry about it." I smiled kissing his lips. "Can I borrow your car? Or else it'll be stuck here."

"Good point, here you go." He said handing me his keys. "Wait? Can you even drive here?"

"I don't think so, but Rachel can."

"Good! Don't need you getting into it with the bobbies."

"We'll be fine! Now go, looks like they're waiting for us."

"Have fun, I love you." He kissed me again before heading towards the SUV waiting for the guys. I met back up with Rachel at the entrance of the building.

"Should I hail a taxi cab?"

I held up the keys dangling them in front of her. "All you."


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"You guys were so good tonight babe." I smiled as I crawled into bed next to Harry.

"I'm knackered honestly, one of the best we've had yet." He wrapped an arm around me. "How was your day out with Rachel?"

"Much needed for both of us, it was so fun."

"I can tell by the shopping bags piled up on the living room floor. How are you getting all that back to the US?"

"I'll by another suitcase if I have too." I shrugged turning to face him.

"You birds and your shopping."

"I'm sorry about last night and this morning." I sighed placing a chaste kiss on one of his swallow tattoos.

"I just want the best for you, for us. That's all."

"I realized I was being selfish. I love you."

I closed the gap between our bodies, placing a swift kiss on his lips. He tangled a hand through my hair, keeping our lips attached.

“You do realize you called me Harold when we were arguing earlier right?”

“I may have.” I smirked at him.

“You know what happens when you do that?”

“No, Harold, I don’t. What happens?”

“I’m going to have to teach you a lesson.”

He slowly crawled on top of me. He took my hands holding them above my head. He placed slow meticulous kisses up and down my body, never releasing my hands. He slipped his free hand down the front of my shorts. He gently slid a finger up and down my core.

“Harry.” I half moaned.

“I’m gonna need both hands for this. You aren’t allowed to touch me until I say you can.”

“What?” I said, beginning to reach for his hair. He quickly pinned my arm back above my head.

“I said no touching.” He growled into my ear.

"Harry, that's not fair."

"Life's not always fair babe."

He slid my shorts down, exposing my bare bottom half. Quickly removing his as well.

"I'm not in the mood for foreplay, so let's skip it." He said as he slammed into me. I winced and went to grab onto his shoulders but stopped. I would rather feel him rough inside me than whatever he had in store for me touching him.

"Fuck Spencer." He grumbled as he bit down on my shoulder blade. He continued to pump in and out of me. The way he smirked at me drove my insides insane.

Not being able to touch him either was driving me wild. Something about the way he was controlling my body made my go into senses over drive. The faster and harder he moved in and out of me, made it hard to concentrate. I felt myself begin to clench around his pounding dick. I wasn't going to last much longer.

"Harry, I'm soo...." I couldn't get the words out before he slammed his mouth onto mine. I liked angry make up sex with Harry. Maybe I'd pick a fight more often.

Sex after I cheated was insane and this was just as good. He needs to be mad at me more often. I mean not that I wanted any of that, but it was damn sexy.

"Let go, cum." He muttered into my ear. I didn't much more to give myself over to him. A few more pumps and I was gone. My walls were tightening around his thrusting dick. He continued to slip in and out of me, eventually coming down from his own orgasm.

"I love you."

"I love your post euphoric 'I love you's' so much." I giggled as he rolled off of me.

"You can touch me now." He smirked. I hadn't even realized I went the entire time without putting a hand on him.

"You're so sexy when you're mad."

"I'm sexy all the time." He smiled, leaving a trail of kisses on my neck.

"Let's get some sleep you stud." I giggled. "Goodnight, I love you."

"Love you more." He mumbled pulling me in close.

Notes

So hey! Here you go! Harry isn't happy but he's not ridiculously mad.

Enjoy!