Harry's P.O.V

The smell of bacon and french toast draws me downstairs. Looking at my watch I notice it's only 7:30. Who is up and cooking at this hour?

"I've been meaning to ask. We're all going to be here a lot longer than we planned. Do you think it'd be possible to have some of the lads at the brownstone our grandfather left you in Manhattan, and allow Perrie and Zayn to have the guest house? At least until everyone manages to find their own flat?" Niall asks through a mouthful of bacon, while Tru simply nods.

Neither seem to be aware of my presence, so I take the time to watch Tru, quietly. Tru grabs several glasses, plates, and mugs before placing them on the counter. I notice she's humming The Beatles song we sang the other night. Her smile seems to make those amazing blue eyes shine even more. I once again manage to allow my thoughts to run away with me.

I really want to pin her to the counter while she wraps her legs around my waist, getting lost in her kiss and body. Before my thoughts can turn completely X-rated, Tru's voice breaks my daydream.

"Coffee or Tea?" she seems to ask no one in particular.

"Harry, do you want coffee or tea?" amused, she repeats herself.

"Sorry, love. I think some tea would be quite nice, please." Smiling I answer her question as the kitchen is suddenly filled with noise. The other lads come shuffling around the counter, as Tru places french toast on serving plates.

"What kind of french toast is this?" Zayn says between mouthfuls.

"It's blueberry stuffed french toast. If you don't like it, take it up with Niall, he whined until he got it!" Tru says, sipping her coffee.

"arghh ughh ahhh, blob!" Niall whines through a mouthful.
"What was that, mate? Swallow first, then try again." I say try not to burst into laughter.
"Screw you, I didn't whine!" Niall finally whines.

I shake my head at the irony. Niall whining, that he didn't whine. Make sense to anyone? Nope! Didn't think so! Niall continues to profess his innocence as my phone goes off.

unknown number: Good morning, handsome, Tru.
I look up from my phone to find Tru smiling wickedly at me. Shooting her a wink, I return to my phone saving her number, and debating how I want to play this

To Tru: I can think of a few ways to make it better. I'd much rather hear your voice, instead of you texting me. ;)
I watch as Tru reads the text, smiling before responding.

From Tru: What would you have me say?

To Tru: I'd have you moaning my name!!! ;)

I watch her read the text, and feel myself give her a teasing smirk. I wait as she plans her next move.

" Niall, I cooked, you can at least load the dishwasher." she says playfully.

"What do you have planned today? I could use your help with something at the office." Niall pleads.
"Sorry Ni, I have to go check out the brownstone, and go shopping with the girls." Tru says moving towards me.

Making sure none of the lads are paying attention, she leans towards my ear.
"Mmmm Harry, pleaseeee..." She moans into my ear. My mouth hangs open as she gently bites at my neck.

"That's all for now." Blowing me a kiss, she grabs her car keys leaving shell shocked.
I didn't actually think she'd moan my name, but damn! This girl is full of surprises. What a lovely way to start the day.

Shooting Tru a quick text I grab my keys, heading into the office for the day.
To Tru: Coney Island later tonight?

Tru's P.O.V
"So Lou caught you making out with Harry, and tried giving you shit over it, right?" Jillian asks as we look at different high heels.

"Pretty much, that's not the problem though. I could care less if Lou saw us, hell I kissed Harry in front of all of them, moments later. The problem is that I might actually like him." I manage to say the last part extremely fast, hopefully they'll miss it.

"Well, I'd hope so you kissed him. It'd be pretty bad if you kissed everyone you come in contact with." Jillian scoffs before she puts the pieces together.

"You mean really like him don't you?" She asks quietly.

I nod feebly, praying we can avoid further discussion. No such luck, though.

"What are you going to do? What you normally do when you think there's a chance someone might get too close?" Jillian asks sadly.

I stare blankly at her, and wonder what I should do. I already agreed to go to Coney Island tonight, but I'm not the girl who falls in love. I'm not even the girl that deals well with a relationship. Now fun, that I can do, a friends with benefits thing I can do. I suck at the girlfriend gig, though.
"I guess I need to find out what he's looking for. I can handle a fling or a fwb thing, anything requiring more feelings, well that's not happening." I say deciding on a pair of silver Jimmy Choos that'll match the dress I picked out already.

Jillian opens her mouth to say something, but closes it with a loud chomp of her teeth, shaking her head.

"One day someone is going to sweep you off your feet, except you're going to be too damn stubborn to realize it!" Jillian huffs angrily.

Shaking my head I ignore the pang of guilt I feel. I know that Jillian is more than likely right, but I have no absolute desire to change that. I don't understand love, and to be quite honest, it scares the hell out of me.

"Don't lead him on. If you've no desire to try for a proper relationship with Harry, than let him know from the beginning. Don't give him the illusion that there's a chance for your heart, when it was never a prize to begin with." Jillian sighs walking away from me shaking her head.

I never thought my love life, or lack thereof could be such a problem for Jillian. Annoyed by my friend's assumptions I decide to head back home early.

"Jillian, I'm going to go. I need to get ready for tonight. Thanks, for coming with me." I say giving her a hug.

"Think about what I said, Tru. I mean it, if you think you could care for him, be straight with him." Jillian says sadly.
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As I walk into the main room I notice that Harry is giving Niall this, 'duh' look, while Niall sits there glaring at Harry.
"Umm, did I miss something?" It seems that my question has falling on deaf ears, as they continue their odd interaction. Growing impatient I try another route.
"Are you ready to leave?" I whisper into Harry's ear, catching his ear lobe between my teeth. Harry takes in a sharp breath, before he fully looks at me.

"You look beautiful." He says quietly.

"Have her home on time, mate!" Niall attempts to scold, earning him a hand to the back of the head.

"Whatcha do that for?" He yells grabbing his sore head.

"For being an arse!" I retort.

"What was going on between you and Niall?" I ask Harry slightly confused.

"Nothing, just having a bit of fun, love." He says, opening my door for me.
Arching an eyebrow I climb into the car, waiting for Harry. Harry climbs into the driver's seat starting the rental car.

"Come here, love." Harry crooks his finger at me, waiting for me to obey. I lean in just enough that if either of us speak, our lips will touch.

Harry closes the distance quickly, grabbing the back of neck, as he parts my lips with his. Harry's tongue massages mine, with him being the lead. Harry runs his thumb against my cheek, before pulling away.

"Do you know what I've wanted to do to you, since you moaned in my ear?" Harry asks breathless.

"Tell me." I pushed.

"Not yet, love. I think I want you on your knees first." Harry winks, while I am left to decipher what he means...

Notes

I know it's short and it sucks, I'm sorry.
Hopefully this will help some...

That look is to die for!