It had been about three days since the kiss Harry and I had shared. I didn't regret a thing. It was probably the best kiss I've ever had and ever will have.

I may not regret it, but it was eating me alive. I put myself in Marilyn's shoes. How would I have liked it if my sister had kissed my boyfriend of two years? I would have been furious. Which is why Mari can never find out, and I can't let it happen again.

But then a part of me is curious and wants to know what it meant, or how much it meant to him. Why would he have done that? Why did he say he had been waiting to do that for a while? So many questions that I'll probably never have the courage to ask.

I slipped an olive onto the end of a toothpick and popped the stick into the Martini I had just made. I was beginning to really like this job. I was good at it. Who would've thought that?

" Here you go, Ma'am." I set the glass down in front of the woman who had ordered it.

" Thanks," She smiled before taking a sip.

I think I went to high school with her, but I can't put my finger on it.

I looked down the bar to see Harry already looking at me. He smiled, making me blush. The way his lips perfectly curved into a small smile and make his dimple pop out.

Stop,

I ordered myself. This is the kind of thing I could not let happen. I can't start to like him. No way.

- Harry -

I watched Sydney hand the woman her drink, with a warm smile. Her smile was so beautiful. It made me want to smile.

Her head slightly turned in my direction and eyes wandered to mine carefully. I wasn't embarrassed that she caught me staring at her, in fact, I had wanted her to catch me. Just so I could see her bite her lip and blush, which is exactly what she did.

She looked away and up at the television screen, getting serious again. I wonder what she was thinking. She had on them damn yoga pants again, which I personally thought should be classified as leggings or tights, but I'm not complaining. I wish it was mandatory for her to wear those. I should make it her work outfit. So many things could happen while shes wearing those.

I smiled at my perverted thoughts and brought my attention away from her.

I can't believe I had actually kissed her though. I have a girlfriend, who happens to be her sister. I love Marilyn. I really do. But she's just a girl. Sydney is... I can't even explain it. There is just this thing that draws me to Sydney that I really haven't noticed with anyone else.

I could describe everything I liked about her, and I still wouldn't know what it was that made me want her so bad.

But whatever it is, I know the same thing happens to her to me.

" You actually like this one, huh?" I heard a deep southern voice.

I looked forward to see Paul sitting in front of me. I rolled my eyes and groaned. How could he always know what I'm thinking?

" No," I said. " Her sister is my girlfriend, and I like her. Not Sydney." I partly lied. I did like Sydney, and there was no denying that.

" Whatever. So, where was she when you found her? Was she okay?" Paul brought his hand up to his mustache. My mind went back to the day when I was extremely worried about Sydney and left Him in charge of Chumps while I went to go find her.

" Erm... Yeah she was fine." I lied. He stared at me.

" I know you Harold," He let out a big sigh. " Something went down that night, and I know it. I just couldn't imagine who upset you this time. "

Chance, actually.

" No one," I hissed.

He smiled, satisfied by my reaction.

" That just confirmed any doubts I had. Harold, you know you need to stay out of trouble." He scolded.

" It's Harry to you," I spat. " And I can do whatever the hell I want, thank you very much."

Paul glared at me and shook his head before standing up and leaving the pub.

He got on my nerves sometimes.

" You okay?"

I jumped a little bit, startled. It was just Sydney. How long had she been there?

" I'm fine," I sighed. I was much better now that she was right here next to me, " How long were you standing there?"

She shrugged.

" I just walked up when I saw that old guy leave. you seemed to be upset." She spoke. I could sense worry in her tone. She was so caring.

" Erm, yeah I'm okay now." I smiled at her. She soon blushed and I laughed, stepping forward and pulling her into my chest without thinking.

Her eyes Widened but she hugged me back anyways.

I quickly stepped back, realizing we were in public.

" Sorry." I said. she shook her head.

" No, no. Don't be. It's both our faults... But Harry we should probably talk about wha-"

She was interrupted by a man banging on the bar yelling for a refill of vodka. He was wasted. She quickly nodded and gave me one last glance before rushing to work.

I was happy she got interrupted. I didn't want to talk about what happened. What was I suppose to say?

I spun my lip ring in thought.

She was probably confused... But so was I.

- Sydney -

I was so close to getting him to speak about it but I was interrupted by this wasted fuck.

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Chumps was all closed up for the night and I walked outside to my car and gasped at the sight. He was there, sitting on the hood of my car, as if he had been waiting for me.

" Chance" I choked. He smirked.

" Hello, Sydney. Did you think I was finished?" He jumped off the hood of my car and began walking up towards me.

I took a step back with every step he took forward and ran back inside Chumps.

" HARRY!" I shrieked, looking around. The pub's lights were all off. He was gone. Harry had left. He left me.

" Harry's not going to rescue you this time."

I spun around to see Chance looking at me with an evil smirk across his face.

" You are a cruel... Filthy bastard." I spat at him. He threw his head back in laughter.

" I know, "


I gasped awake and abruptly sat up. I was in bed. At home. No Chance.

I fell back down onto my bed in relief and took a deep breath.

I have been having nightmares ever since the night after Harry's. Sometimes I dreaded going to sleep because I didn't want to have to go through that. Every single one was about me running into Chance and being completely helpless.

I needed to stop this. Why does this keep happening?

The alarm clock on my nightstand read 4:10 in the morning. I sighed, getting up and quietly walking downstairs into the living room. I gasped when I saw Harry asleep on the couch.

" Harry?" I whispered. No budge. " Harry?" I shook him. He gasped awake.

" God Syd... You almost gave me a heart attack."

I ignored his comment, " What are you doing here?"

He rubbed his eyes.

" Marilyn invited me over last night and I guess I just crashed on the couch." He yawned.

" Does Marilyn know you're still here?" I asked. He nodded.

" Yeah. she probably expected me to eventually go upstairs and lay with her but I was too tired to even budge." he mumbled. his sleepy voice was like music to my ears.

I nodded.

" What are you doing up so early anyways?" He asked, standing up and following me into the kitchen. I shrugged. Do I tell him that I had a terrible nightmare? Ones that happen every single night?

" Just a bad dream. I needed water." I filled a glass with water.

I took Harry and all his glory in. He still had his jeans on from yesterday, with a white shirt and a blue plaid / flannel one over it. Harry looked so cute and cuddly.

" Do you want to talk about it?" He leaned against the counter. I immediately shook my head and sipped my freshly made water.

" N-No."

He eyed me suspiciously as if he knew I was hiding something, but thankfully nodded and backed away.

" Alright. If you need someone to talk to, I'll always be there." He gave me small, tired smile. I sipped my water.

" I know."

With that, he walked out of the kitchen and upstairs, to Marilyn's room.

Notes

HEEEEEEEEEEEEY

so this was a filler... sorry ahaha but yeah

HAPPY BIRTHDAY HAZZZZZ! He's no longer a teenager holy shit where has the time gone

Not only that, but the Midnight Memories music video was released yeterday, :)

I'm sorry to say that we did not beat the vevo record. :/ that sucks. but oh well.

But ANNYWAYS today is just an all around good day. (:


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