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Harry didn't want to get out of bed later that morning. He wanted to stay in it all day but he knew he had to leave for work. With whatever we 'work' consists of.

I spent the day cleaning- the place hasn't been cleaned in a couple days and it was starting to get very messy very quickly. I got all the laundry together, cleaned the kitchen and our bedrooms because they've been getting really cluttered.

I was still half asleep when Harry was getting ready for work. I remember laying with him but then I blinked and he was standing in front of me, fully clothed and kissing my forehead goodbye.

I crash on the couch after a long day of cleaning up this place. It looks nice and clean which is rewarding. As I lay back on the couch, shutting my eyes for a moment, I of course hear the front door open.

I turn my head and see Harry's tall frame walk in with mail in his left hand and a big rectangle flat box in the other. His eyes dart to me the second he sees me laying on the couch.

"Hey baby." He says with a smile while kicking off his boots at the door.

"Hi." I smile and lay my head back down on the armrest. I watch him walk over in front of me and sitting down on the coffee table, leaning his body forward on his spread knees. He drops the letters in the table by gods the package in his hand. He smiles and hands me the big white flat box- making his dimples pop.

"What's this?" I say in shock while slowly sitting up.

"A present." He mumbles while running his hair back.

"Harry you already got me presents on Christmas." I pout my lips at the kind gesture. He doesn't need to keep getting me things, he's already called bought me a who art table for crying out loud.

"It's small, stop worrying and open it." He encourages.

I huff and shake my head, pulling open the unwrapped white box. I take off the lid and see a black piece of fabric. I arch my brow at him and hold up the material with my thumb and index fingers, revealing it was a dress.

My jaw drops at the nice fabric and I switch my eyes to Harry, looking at the smug look on his face.

"Harry its really nice, thank you." I smile and look back at the nice short dress. It is pretty short, I'm surprised he got it for me considering he doesn't like me walking around in public with anything exposing past the knees.

"You can wear it tonight.. when we go to the club." He says the last part quietly. My eyes widen and I put the dress back down in the box. This is for the club? The last time I was at that place I was harassed by that drunk man and danced on a pole. A bit of nervousness sparks in my veins by his words that bring back so many unwanted memories.

"Oh Harr-" I start while tucking the hair behind my ear.

"I know I know," he starts while grabbing my knees in front of him.

"I understand that you're a little freaked out about everything that happened last time so if you really don't want to go then I'm not going to make you. But, I really want you to go tonight and this time I won't leave your side- you know I won't let anyone touch you." He explains while rubbing my knees with his fingertips.

I want to be there because he wants me to, and I know that when he says he'll protect me then I'll know he'll protect me. I like the fact he's not forcing me to go though- it just reminds me about how much he's changed since the beginning. He never used to give me the option if I wanted to go or not.

"No its fine- I'll go." I half smile and nod.

"Baby are you sure? You know if I thought you were going to be in danger with me then I wouldn't have you go." He says while analyzing my every facial expression.

"You keep me safe Harry, I trust you." I whisper and nod- making him smile lightly.

"Thanks darling." His dimples pop and he leans off the table to give me a quick peck on the lips before standing tall to his feet; "Were leaving in about an hour." He smiles before walking out of the living room and up the stairs.

I go upstairs and bring the dress with me. I'm excited to see what it looks like on me so I waste no time getting changed into it.

I stand in the mirror, looking at the beautiful black fabric hugging my curves. It's a bit revealing but not to much. It falls to my mid thigh and has missing fabric above my chest, a bit in my midsection and across my shoulders.

It a good type of dress because it's not too revealing, but it's at my level of a cute nightclub dress.

I decide to leave my hair in its natural brown waves while while putting on some light eyeliner and mascara. I never try to overdo it with the makeup because I know that place is really sweaty and humid.

"I think I'm just going to go like this." Harry walks into my room wearing no shirt and track pants, but also wearing his leather jacket. I look at him through the mirror and laugh at his goofy remark. I stand up from the chair and turn around to face him.

His facial expression changes the second I turn to face him. His lips part slightly and his eyes widen as he scans my body in the dress he gave me.

"Wow," He clears his throat and whither his eyes up and down my body. My hands run down my hips a bit, adjusting the fabric.

"You like it?" I ask.

"Y-yeah. You look great." He smiles and walks over a couple steps to me, brushing the hair off my shoulder with his ring danced fingers.

My hands snake up to the back of his neck while he grabs my hips, pulling our bodies together. I smile up at him and clamp my fingers into the small curls above his neck.

"Thanks baby." I smile but instantly stop at my words. My eyes widen and my arms go stiff as I realize I just called him baby.

He widens his eyes slightly but is quick to turn it into a devilish smirk that I know so well.

"You just called me baby.." His cheeks go a shade of pink and he grins deviously, knowing I'm embarrassed.

I didn't know what happened- it just slipped out!

"I-I didn't mean too." I try to brush it off quickly but I know it's too late.

"You called me baby." He repeats again but in a more teasing tone- getting amusement from my embarrassment.

"Stooooooppp." I drag out and dip my head down against his chest. It honestly just came out before I even realized. I've never called him anything other than Harry- he's always the one to call me names.

"Oh relax, it's cute, I like it." He chuckles while running his hands up my hips.

I push out my bottom lip out and pout at him. At least he thought it was cute and not strange.

"But on a serious note, you need to get ready." I change the subject and run my hands down his bare chest.

"We can be a little late..." His voice gets quiet as he inches his way closer to my lips.

"Mm I don't think so, you said an hour and it's been an hour." I shake my head, keeping my hands pressed against his chest. If he thinks I forgot about his little teasing scenario I'm his office the other day then he's mistaken.

I'm not giving in so easy this time.

"Are you sure?" He whispers while pressing his lips to my jawline- trying to change my mind with the form of seduction. I know what he wants but I'm not giving in, not this time and not after he left me completely on edge earlier this week to 'teach me a lesson about teasing'.

His lips do feel so incredible against my hot skin, making it really difficult to turn him down but I know I have to for the sake of my pride.

"Yes I'm sure." I abruptly say, causing him to freeze and pull his lips away from my neck. He looks at me with a bit of confusion twisted in his eyes- knowing I've never turned him down before. "Just don't want to keep your friends waiting." I smirk and slowly drag my two fingers down his soft chest, all the way don't his torso but stopping right at the band of his boxers.

"I see." He arches his brow and tries to figure out what's going through me head; I can tell.

He thought he could tease me the other night in his office so we'll see how much I can make him suffer tonight.