3's A Crowd

Harlot Harry

"You. Are. An. Idiot" Harry whispered to himself, staring up at his ceiling as he gripped his phone to his chest and tried to breath. He'll hate me if he ever finds out. He'll be so angry and we'll never talk again. She won't allow it.

Cody was right.

The very thought caused a burning sensation in his chest. If he found out would he tell her? Would she ever talk to him again? That truly frightened him, not being able to talk to her. Not seeing her. He'd finally found someone who was real and upfront with him. Who didn't take his shit and was there when he needed her, no matter what. She would come for him. 

Deep down he liked to fancy that she needed him as much as he needed her.

But she was his, even if they weren't 'anything'. They would be something; it was only a matter of time. The fans would never let them not be something. And there was the way he looked at her.  After all the crap he had been through he deserved someone special. Someone who would challenge him, make him want to be better, keep him on track and she was already doing that. 

Silenced the squawking media and its critical bird picking over everything he had done. She had kicked them all in the ass and said "Hey, he's 20 years old. He's just a kid, a famous kid but still a kid just the same. If you don't like what he's doing, stop watching perverts."

She had become his outlet. Shushed his rebellious side. She made Justin forget about her. He and Justins' late night talks about Selena had ceased. The last one, 2 months ago when he confided in him that he wasn't over her but he was ready to start new. 2 months ago when Harry met Airy.

"But I want her," He groaned as he rolled over and pulled the sheets over his head. He wanted her so bad that he trembled with the need to run his fingers through her hair, to press his lips against her neck while she slept beside him.

He's your friend Harry; you wouldn't have met if it weren't for him, he thought. This never would've happened. It shouldn't have

And that would've been worse. No, he would never wish they hadn't met. Not knowing her sounded like a terrible disease and he wanted no part of it.

He didn't know when he drifted into sleep or for how long. Just waking up when he felt his phone buzz under his head. Blinking groggily he sat up on his elbows, pushing a hand through his chocolate locks before his eyes settled on the picture flashing across his screen. His breath caught in his chest. Biting his lip, he slid his finger across the green banner and spoke shakily.

"Well if it isn't the stranger."

"Good Morning, sleeping Harry" Her voice hummed in his ear still tinted with sleep. She just woke up, he thought. He smiled wide, good to know we both wake up thinking about each other.

"Good Morning... Princess Airy"

He knew it was wrong. But he was too caught up about being right at the moment. The longer they talked in fact, right and wrong felt less and less like definitive things. Like something that affected him.