"Harry! Wait up!" I say as he runs into the elevator. I jump in before the door closes, probably not my best move to be trapped inside a small space with heated Harry right now.

It's only us in the elevator and we have 5 lifts until we reach our floor. Harry is literally starring at the wall, not even the door, he's looking at the wall.

"Harry" I sigh. "Please look at me." I close the space in between us pushing his head toward mine forcing him to look at me.

The pain in his eyes causes my heart to ache. They're a cloudy green color that are sparkling from the tears he's trying so hard to keep in.

"Please, talk to me." I place my hands on his arm. His eyes follow down his body till they reach his arm, it lasts a second until he rips his arm from my grip.

Alright, I've had enough. The elevator comes to a halt as I press the emergency stop button.

"What are you doing?" Harry says over the annoying ringing sound.

"This is the only way I'm gonna get you alone, so please just hear me out." I plead.

He just stands there crossing his arms like a child.

"You really think I wanted to kiss Niall?"

His clenches his jaw as the words leave my mouth. "I don't know." He mumbles.

"You can't be serious! Of course I didn't want to kiss him." I scoff. "I only want to kiss you." I turn away from him crossing my arms. He's acting like I was the only one who did something wrong.. He kissed another girl!

"You think me and Niall have something! We don't!" I yell. "That time you beat Niall up for thinking he slept with me. I only wore his shirt because that Monday shirt was the closest thing that reminded me of you, Harry."

It's silent for a few seconds with the only thing being heard is the annoying ringing noise.

"I believe you." He finally says. "But Ry, why were you trying to leave me?"

I close my eyes tightly debating on whether I should tell Harry about the contract or just keep to myself and leave.

"It's hard to explain." I say taking a deep breath.

"Are we going too fast?" He says. "Is it from what that bastard did to you? I swear to god-"

"Harry, no." I turn facing him. He immediately shuts up and stares into my eyes.

"Then what is it?" He pleas.

"I signed a contract."

"A contract?" He asks.

"You're management came to our room that night you found me." I clear my throat trying to get the memories of that filthy animals hands traveling up and down my body.

"They basically threatened me to sign it and leave you alone." I look away from him trying not to cry. "I couldn't do it." I say letting a tear escape.

"Rion." Harry says placing his hands on me trying to calm me down.

"No, Harry, I didn't sign it." I say pulling out a folded paper from my pocket.

"I was afraid to leave you." I look up at him. "You made me feel safe."

"That night they made you leave?" He asks.

"Yes."

"That when you went to that bar." He states clenching his fists.

"Yeah.." I mumble.

"No. No. No." He says pacing from walk to wall. "This is all my fault!" He yells punching the wall.

"Stop!" I scream.

He continues to yell and hit the wall. "That bastard raped you because of me!" He punches the wall harder than before.

Raped?

No.... He's got it all wrong!

"Harry! Wait!" I exclaim making him drop his fist. "He didn't rape me."

He furrows his brows in confusing. "But I saw-"

"No, you thought you saw." I say. "He didn't rape me." I move toward him placing my hand on his cheek. "He just-... Touched me." I say in a shaky voice.

"God I'm so embarrassed."

"No, baby, no no there is nothing to be ashamed of, this is not your fault." This is the first time since we've been in this elevator Harry's gotten so close to me. I'm caught starring into his apologetic eyes.

"I'm sorry, about Niall kissing you." He says with a smile.

"Yeah, me too." I laugh.

"Forget about that contract or my reputation." He moves his head closer. "I want you. I want you Rion Marie Bellows. Only you."

His lips make contact with mine immediately making me weak. This feels so right. Nothing like Niall's rough kiss, this one is full of passion, sorrow, regret, and lov-

"Sorry." I mumble detaching my lips from his.

"Is there something wrong?" He asks.

Of course there's something wrong. I can't think about loving someone who will never love me back. I can't forget that picture Niall took. He was kissing another girl while I was probably stuck in the hotel room by myself waiting for him to return.

"Nothing." I fake smile hiding the stinging pain in my heart.

"Good." He smiles.

"Now kiss me you fool."

I hesitate but eventually give in. I guess this whole picture thing can hold off for one more day.

"You've got to be kidding me." Louis groans as the elevator doors open.

Harry and I were to caught up in our makeout session that we didn't even notice the alarm turned off.

"Get out of my way you peasants." Louis says shaking his hands at me and Harry.

"Sorry princess." Harry laughs bowing towards Louis.

"Hey, watch it Harold." He squints his eyes holding his hands behind his back as the elevator doors close in front of us.

"Poor Louis, only thing he needs to walk in us in is having sex." Harry laughs. "Ha! Sex! Keep dreaming styles."

"But babe.." he whines. i shoot him a playful glare. "someday." he mumbles bending down leaving a wet sloppy kiss on my lips.

"Ew gross!" I wipe his slobber of my mouth.

"Oh you know you love it when daddy kisses you."

"We're back to daddy I see?" I roll my eyes at his silly fetish.

"Oh honey you can always call me daddy." He pushes his front against me making it known he's not messing around.

"You're not my dad."

"Ew, what the fuck Rion you make it sound like some pedophilia shit." He sarcastically laughs. "Of course I'm not your dad, I'm your dad-dee." He says before spanking my bottom and running towards the end of the hall.

"You coming!" He yells at the opposite end of the hall.

"Yes." I say moving my feet slowly down the hall.

"Yes what?" He yells back.

"Yes Harry!" I irritatingly yell.

"Who?" He retaliates back.

You've got to be kidding me.

"Yes Daddy." I sigh.

"Much better! Now walk faster so daddy can lick that pussy clean!"

What!!!! Did he just yell what I think he did? Does he even realize there's other people in this hotel!

"Who's your daddy?" Liam asks emerging from his room. I see Harry hide behind a wall acting like he didn't say such a thing.

"Uh- uh.."

Liam looks at me raising an eyebrow. I can't come up with an excuse quick enough. I look around at anything but Liam. Harry's laughs are heard from the distance.

"Ohhhhh." Liam says. "I get it."

"No no no! It's not what you think." I palm my face.

"Oh yes it is!" Harry yells from behind the wall. "She likes that kinky shit Li!"

My jaw drops as I stand in front of a laughing Liam. "You've got a keeper mate." He yells towards Harry.

"No-"

"Ry, it's totally cool, if you're into that" he laughs heading to the elevator. Great Liam thinks I'm a freak.

When I finally reach Harry I punch him in the shoulder.

"Ouch." He smiles holding his arm.

"You're a jerk." I smile rolling my eyes walking into our room.

"But I'm your jerk." He smiles showing off his cheeky dimples.

My smile soon fades. He says he's mine. But that could mean so many things. He could be my friend, my friend with benefits, my boyfriend? Harry please clarify.

"What? Was it something I said?" He asks.

Yes.

"Are you really mine?" I want to ask.

"Maybe the fact you made me yell daddy down the hall for everyone to hear." I end up saying.

He tilts his head back laughing. "I wasn't lying you know."

"About what?"

"Wanting to lick you clean." He smirks walking towards me. I back up trying to create room, I end up falling back onto the bed preparing myself for the wrath of Harry.

"Let daddy see your pretty little pussy."

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There is still unanswered questions. chapter 34 will probably be written in Niall's POV.