"So why did Alicia need to talk to you so bad?" Harry questioned as we lay on his bed, soaking in our post coital bliss.

"How did you know she needed to talk to me?" I asked, confused.

"I saw her run up to you when I dropped you off, she looked like she looked like she had something on her mind." He chuckled and continued to run his fingertips up and down my back.

"She sure did," I sighed and adjusted next to him. He looked down at me with a frown waiting for me to elaborate. "She asked me about Max."

Harry immediately tensed with the mention of his name and sat up against the headboard of his bed. "What did she say?"

"Just that she's worried about him, how he was acting weird today. She thinks I have something to do with it." I sat up next to him, mirroring his actions by leaving my back against the headboard.

"I couldn't tell her that I do have something to do with it." I sighed again and buried my face in my hands.

"Why?"

"I don't know, I guess I just feel bad for all of this. For ignoring Max who was a good friend to me." I admit.

"You have a reason to, Addie. Alicia would understand? I don't get why you couldn't tell her?"

"Because I feel guilty! Yes I realize that he likes me more than a friend, but he never did anything to deserve this. I feel terrible for just ending our friendship like this. Alicia will think I'm a bad person for doing this and hurting him."

Harry sighed and wrapped his arm around my shoulder to pull me closer. It felt like minutes before he finally said something. "I think you should tell her. She won't think you're a bad person, and I think she'll be able to help you out more than I can."

He's right. She's my best girl friend, and I need her. I should be able to talk to her about all of my problems like normal friends do. I'm just not used to having someone here that I can open up to, other than Harry of course.

"You're too nice some times, Addie. You're doing nothing wrong distancing yourself from someone who is a potential threat to our relationship."

"I just wish it didn't have to come down to this. I wish we could make it work." I rest my head on Harry's shoulder and lace our fingers together.

For some reason, Harry despises Max and thinks he is a huge threat to us. Even though he only kissed me once-before Harry and I were even really dating-and simply expressed his feeling for me, Harry doesn't even want me near him. I love Harry enough to respect that, and I'm trying to make it known to him that I will never chose Max over him even though I am telling him I hate this situation.

"It's the right thing to do, he was going to try to do something sooner or later so it's best you distance yourself from him."

Turning my head to look at his face, I notice the anger in Harry's eyes. "Why do you keep saying that?"

"Saying what?"

"That he's gonna 'try something?' You seem so sure about it, but I don't think he would have. . ."

"Because Zayn told me that he heard Max was trying to break us apart so he could have you." He admitted, and I swear my heart stopped beating for a second.

"He would never do that?" I know what he thinks about me and Harry dating, but I could never imagine him purposefully doing something like that.

"Yeah he would." Harry chuckles.

"Okay well I won't let him." I assure Harry while trying to wrap my head around this. Would Max actually do that? No wonder Harry was so adamant about me not being friends with Max. I still don't believe he would do that, but if Zayn and Harry think he would, than I need to trust that. "Harry, I'm not letting him break up apart. That's not going to happen."

"Neither will I." He says quietly. "Can we not talk about him anymore?"

"Sure," I agree and kiss his cheek. He looks completely drained from that conversation. "What do you want to talk about, babe." I smile, hoping the use of the word will cheer him up.

"How much I like it when you call me babe, babe." He winks and pulls me on top of him.

"Do you now?" I tease and lean forward to kiss him, just as my phone rings loudly. Perfect timing.

I pull the device from my pocket and see it's my dad. "He probably wants me home now." I sigh and ignore the call so I can go back to kissing Harry.

"Stay with me." Harry pouts playfully, holding me tightly against his chest.

"I wish," I frown. "One of these nights I'll sleep over at Alicia's." I wink and giggle.

"That sounds like a wonderful idea." He says before pulling me in for one last kiss. "I'll walk you out."

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Harry's POV

The week had actually gone by quickly, thankfully. I felt at ease this week knowing Addie hasn't been talking to Max. Even though I know it hurts her to be so cruel and shut someone out like that, I'm incredibly grateful she is doing it. Max is a piece of shit, and even though he's probably more Addie's type, I won't encourage that. Adelaide is mine, and I won't have any guy thinking he's going to break us apart.

Since it's the first of November, Pete's bar has half priced drinks so I convinced Addie to join me and the guys. It's the exact opposite of what she would want to do on a Friday night, but I miss hanging out with the guys. Don't get me wrong, I love every second I spend with Addie, but I feel bad for ditching my other friends. So when we all hang out together; it's the perfect situation.


"Harry! What do I wear?" Addie whined from her closet.

Chuckling from my spot on her bed, I walked up behind her and snaked my arms around her waist. "Anything, baby. You look hot no matter what."

"I can't believe you're making me go," she pouts as she searches through her endless amounts of clothes. "And you're lucky my dad is out of town so he can't stop me from going."

"Yes, I'm very lucky. Now put something on because the guys are waiting."

Finally, she comes out of her closet dressed in a strapless tight, black dress. "Holy hell," I gape at the sight.

"You like?" She grins and twirls around to show off every angle of her flawless body. She's doing a really job convincing me not to go, hell I'd much rather stay her and help her take off that dress than go out.

"Do I like it?" I laugh shaking my head. "Adelaide you can't wear that."

"Why? You don't like it?" She frowns.

"No baby, you look amazing. . . I just don't want you wearing that to a bar full of drunk, horny men." I admit. I already have a hard enough time trying to control myself when the fuckers at school drool over her, I will never be able to contain myself if she wears this.

"Harry I have nothing else! No ones going to look at me." I have to laugh at how oblivious she is to her attractiveness.

"Addie. . ." I plead.

"I'm not changing. If you want me to go than I'm wearing this." She folds her arms over her chest and looks at me with a serious expression.

I know she's not giving up either. "Tonight's gonna suck." I groaned and held my hand out for her to take it.

“Just think of how easy it will be to get it off later,” Addie teased leaning up on her toes to kiss my cheek.

I stared up at the ceiling, trying not to let her lips, sticky from her lip gloss, weaken my case. “That’s the problem. Every other guy there will be thinking the same thing.”

“But you’re the only one that gets to find out,” she smirked. When I didn’t respond, she leaned back to look me in the eyes. “Do you really want me to change?”

I scanned her face, and every other part of her, and then exhaled. “No matter what you wear, you’re gorgeous. I should just get used to it, now, right?”

Addie shrugged, and I shook my head. “All right, we’re already late. Let’s go."

Notes

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