The Bodyguard.

Unfortunately, today is a busy day. I didn't sleep long enough to have a nightmare, so I got six solid hours of sleep. I can work with that. I'm going to pretend like I'm not constantly thinking about Harry. I'm going to pretend like I don't desperately want his arms around me, his lips on mine. Zayn really did help me a lot last night and I'm glad to know he doesn't think I'm a band slut. He understands how things got so fucked up so fast. God, it has all been happening so fast. I haven't even been here a month and here I am, causing trouble.
I exit my bedroom and head for the stairs, dreading the day ahead of me. I haven't even talked to Niall yet, I hope we're okay. I know I should tell Harry Niall and I didn't fuck, but I would be lying if I said I didn't get a little satisfaction out of seeing him hurt like he hurt me. I'll tell him eventually, but I want to give him a couple days to cool down. I don't even know what I want out of this anymore.
Liar. You want Harry all to yourself.
Entering the kitchen, I head straight for a cup of coffee. Once I have taken a large cup, I turn around to face everyone. Mostly they are all in their own little conversations, clutching their coffees or teas for dear life this early in the morning. I look over at Zayn to see he has his head down on the counter with his eyes closed, sleeping. I stifle a giggle, but also feel bad because I'm the one who kept him up so late. That reminds me, I need to text Perrie.
Liam, Louis and Niall are in their own circle, looking wide awake and ready for the day's festivities. Weirdos. I steal a glance at Harry, he's concentrated on his phone. I take this moment to appreciate his good looks. His soft brown curls are pulled back with a bandana, his jaw is set tight making his cheekbones stand out. He has slight bags under his eyes, indicating he hasn't been sleeping well. Join the club, buddy. He's wearing a plaid button up shirt cut off at the sleeves with a white shirt underneath it, his bird tattoos peeking out. I rake my eyes over his muscles and other tattoos littered on his arms. When I look back at his face, he's staring intensely at me. My eyes widen and cheeks flush at being caught ogling him. I look away, but then look back.
I can't figure out the look he is giving me. Is it lust? Anger? Sorrow? All three or none of the above? It's probably a look of anger. Why wouldn't it be? I didn't realize we had just been staring at each other until Jackson said my name. I jerk my head towards him, trying to clear it as well.
“Yeah?”
“You're gonna spend the day with Liam. We're gonna put some distance between you and Harry to see if all this media dies down.” He tells me, everyone quiet now and listening to his instructions. Even Zayn was awake now. I just nod in response and he moves on to his next instructions. When I look back at Harry, his eyes are on Jackson, but I can tell he's not really listening.

~Lunch~
The boys have been in the studio all morning while us bodyguards have been playing cards, waiting for them. I was thankful when lunch came: pizza. I scarfed down three pieces, telling myself I'll work it off in my morning run. I was just scrolling through Tumblr (the only site I use now because fuck Twitter hate), when I was attacked by a cheeky Irishman. His arms are wrapped around my torso, kissing my cheek multiple times. I was surprised at his actions. Either this means he thinks we're a thing or he's totally cool with it all.
Please let it be the second one.
I laugh and playfully shove him away, “Hello to you too, Niall.”
He flashes me his pearly whites, “Hey.” He takes my hand and drags me off to the side, away from the others. “So, are you okay?” I look at him confused, “Yeah? Why wouldn't I be?” He scratches the back of his neck in nervousness. It's cute. “Because of what happened the other night? I don't know how you're feeling about it all. If you regret it or not.” He reveals.
I smile at him, “I don't regret it, you're a great kisser. I still can't let this go any farther, but I don't want to hurt you.”
“I know, and it's okay. I'm not hurt, I promise. I just want you to know that if you ever wanna fuck, I'm here for you.” He tells me with just a hint of a smirk, but otherwise straight face. I bust out laughing and he joins me, “Okay, thanks Niall. I'll keep you in mind.” He hugs me before letting go and wrapping his arms around my shoulders, leading us back to the others who are gathering their things. He leans down to whisper in my ear, “You're a great kisser too, by the way.” He kisses my cheek again before bounding over to Louis.

~Three days later~
Next to the absolutely terrible first three days of my rehabilitation, these past three days have been some of the worst I've ever had. And it's all because of Harry.
Fuck, I miss him. I miss him so much and he will barely even look at me. I can't sleep worth of shit, I don't have an appetite so I've barely eaten, and more and more negative thoughts are starting to cloud my mind again. Maybe I should go back on my depression meds. Maybe I should just fucking quit this stupid job and stop subjecting myself to being around Harry all day every day. I can practically feel the rage radiating off of him. I still haven't told him about Niall. I tried to yesterday, but he shut his door in my face. Niall asked me if I knew why Harry was acting so weird. He said he felt like Harry was mad at him, but he couldn't think of anything he had done to piss him off. I feel like shit for not letting him know about everything.
Another thing I still haven't done? Call Cassie. If Harry hates me, I might as well just get it all over with and hear it from Cassie too. I'm currently pacing back in forth in front of the pool in the back of the house. My heart is beating out of my chest and my hands are shaking like mad, but I have to do this. I've waited too long already. Three years too long.
Pressing call, it starts to ring. Just when I thought she wasn't going to answer, she picked up on the last ring. “Hello?” She sounded exactly the same, just a little more mature. I took a deep breath, “Hey, Cassie. It's me. Uhm, it's Max.”
Silence.
I gulp nervously and almost whisper, “Cassie?”
After a moment she responded, “How nice of you to find time to call me in your busy celebrity social life you have now.”
“What?” I ask, confused.
She scoffs, “I see the tabloids. I know you're supposedly on a job and undercover and shit, but it sure as hell looks like you're having the time of your life.”
“Cassie, I-” She cuts me off with a biting laugh.
“You know what? Forget it. I know that you needed to focus on you when you first left, but three years? Really? You couldn't talk to me for three years? Then you get out and I see you all over One Direction. I thought I meant more to you than that, but I guess I was wrong.”
“You do! Listen, I didn't-”
“Didn't what, ignore me? Mean to hurt me? Well too fucking bad, Max, because you did.”
I was taken aback by her words. Cassie only swears when she is really mad. She has never yelled at me like this before. I didn't know what to say, so I just whispered an “I'm sorry.”
“Me too.” She said roughly before hanging up.
I stared down at the phone for I don't even know how long with tears streaming down my face. Awesome. All of the people I actually care about hate me, except for Cassie's parents. I knew she would probably hate me, but I didn't realize that she would be mad about me being with One Direction. I'm so stupid.
“Max?” Niall's voice calls out.
Shit.
I quickly wipe away my tears and sniffle, putting on the fakest smile as he reached me. “We're about to put in a movie, are you coming?”
I shake my head, “No thanks, I think I'm just gonna hang out here. Watch the sunset.” As he got closer, he started to become worried. “Are you okay? Why are you crying?” He's standing in front of me now. The lowering sun is casting a pretty tint onto his skin, making his eyes and blonde hair shades darker than it really is. Ever since we made out, I find him even more attractive than I did before.
I sigh and let the smile drop from my face. “I don't really want to talk about it, Nialler.” He frowns and pulls me into his chest, rubbing comforting circles on my back. “Okay, but if you want to talk I'm just inside.” I give him a small smile, real this time, before shooing him back inside. “I know, thank you. Now go eat that popcorn I smell, I know you want to.” He laughs and runs back inside yelling, “POPCORNNNN, HERE I COME!”

~Harry's POV~
I was in the kitchen making popcorn when I saw Niall come in the side door. He comes into the kitchen to join me and Zayn. I glare at Niall. I know I don't have the right to be a dick to him, but I want to punch him in the face for fucking Max. He's been all over her even more lately, too. Do they have a thing now?
“Is Max watching the movie?” Zayn asks Niall.
“No, she's upset. Wants some time alone.” he answers. My head snaps to them, “Why is she upset?”
Niall shrugs, “Wouldn't tell me. If it's enough to make Max cry, though, it's gotta be something big.”
Before I even knew what I was doing, I was walking towards the door. “She said she doesn't wanna talk, mate!” Niall calls after me. I don't respond to him as I head for the pool. I see her sitting with her feet in the water, phone in her hands and looking off into the sunset. I walk over and sit next to her, putting my own feet in the cool water. She's crying silently, breaking my heart. I may still be pissed off at her, but I always want to be there for her when she needs me.
“What happened?” I ask her softly.
“Cassie hates me.” She says, voice thick.
“Did you call her?”
She nods.
“Did she say she hated you?”
She shakes her head.
“Then how do you know she hates you?”
“I could hear it in her voice.” She wipes at her tears. “Cassie hates me. You hate me. I lost everyone. I always lose everyone.”
Her voice cracks at the end and she can no longer hold back her sobs. I wrap my arms around her and pull her into me as she cries into my chest. After a few minutes, she finally begins to calm down. I take her face gently in my hands, “I don't hate you, Max.”
“You don't?” She asks me, hope and confusion in her eyes. I shake my head at her.
“Harry, I didn't sleep with Niall.” She blurts.
I freeze and let go of her. “What?”
She gulps. “We only made out, that's it. I wanted to tell you, but...”
“But I slammed the door in your face.” I finished for her.
“And I was going to to tell you the day after, but...”
“I called you a band slut.”
She nods. And just like that all the anger and pain that have been harboring inside me for days disappeared. I rest my forehead against hers. “I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm an idiot. You aren't a slut, I didn't mean it. And oh fuck, Brittany. I'm a shit person. I'm sor-”
She cuts me off by covering my mouth. “I forgive you.” I grin at her and hug her tight. She laughs and hangs onto me for dear life. “God, I missed you.” I mumble into her hair. It's true. I missed absolutely everything about her. I wanted to apologize to her a few mornings ago when I caught her staring at me, but I was too stubborn.
Max suddenly drags her nails down my back, under my shirt. “I want you, Harry.” She whispers seductively into my ear. I groan and squeeze her sides. “Meet me in my room in ten?” She smiles and I see a light blush cover her cheeks. She quickly stands and heads into the house. I follow behind a few moments later and pretend to watch the movie for ten minutes.
“This movie sucks, I'm going upstairs.” I tell everyone. They mumble responses, their faces full of popcorn. I have to force myself to climb the stairs at a normal pace.
When I enter my room, I half expected Max to be already naked and laying in my bed. So when she was sitting on the edge of it looking nervous as hell, my excitement was quickly replaced with worry. I sit next to her.
“Tell me what you're thinking.” I demand, taking her hand in mine. She sighs, “Before we do anything, I...I need to know what this is to you. What I am.” She asks me, not looking at me. I've actually been thinking about this a lot the past four days, so this question didn't take me off guard. I know how guarded of a person Max is, so for her to even lead on that she has real feelings for me is huge.
“Let's see.” I tap my chin in thought, “It's simple, Max.” I make her look at me. I can tell she's freaking out on the inside. “I want you. I want you and only you. I don't care if you're my bodyguard. I don't care if it's unprofessional. I don't care what everyone else thinks. You are what I want, what I need. And I don't want to let you go.”
Her eyes brighten immediately, “Really?”
I nod, “Really.”
She squeals and climbs on top of me, straddling me. “I was really hoping you would say something like that.” And then she crashes her lips onto mine with a hunger that I understood perfectly.
Within seconds, all of our clothes are on the floor and I'm hovering over her glorious, naked body. We're already panting hard and I'm fully erect. I bite into Max's neck and she moans quietly. “Harry, now. I need you in me right now.” She orders gruffly, bucking her hips to rub against my member and making me shiver with pleasure.
I enter her slowly and groan at her tightness. I missed this. “Fuck, Max. I'm not gonna be able to last long.” I tell her. She tangles her hands in my hair, “Me either.” Unlike many of the other times we've fucked, this time it was different. It wasn't rough, it was soft, slow and tender. The way she pressed herself as close as possible to me only made me even closer to the edge.
“C-close...” She mumbles into my shoulder. I pump faster and her moans become more frequent. “Cum for me, baby.” I growl into her ear. A second later, she's moaning my name into my mouth and shaking beneath me. With a throaty, “Fuck!” I release myself into her and collapse on top of her.
When I find the strength to move, I pull her against me, wrapping my arms around her waist. “I missed you.” She tells me. I kiss her forehead. “Missed me or my cock?” She raises an eyebrow at me as if to say 'really?'. I chuckle and kiss her, “I missed you too, love.”
“So... are we like, together?” She asks timidly.
“How will Jackson like this?”
She looks at me, biting her lip, “We need to keep it a secret.”
I furrow my brows, “So, basically we're back to sneaking around like we're friends with benefits, except you're my girlfriend?” She nods. I sigh and kiss her, which she gladly returns. I don't want to keep us a secret. I want to be able to hold her hand and kiss her in public if I want to. But I know she needs to keep us a secret for now. When she gets another job, we can go public. I would rather have us be a secret and have her be mine than have nothing at all.

Notes

Hello my lovelies!! Thank you for being so patient, I'm in the middle of moving right now so things are a bit hectic.
Yay! Max and Harry are officially together! :D Sorry for those of you wishing her and Niall together): But don't worry, Niall is still very flirty and Max did say that she liked him! Future drama and hookups? Yes? No? Maybe? (;
Writing the sex scene in Harry's POV was like, kinda weird so that's why it's sorta short.
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