"I thought you said we couldn't eat gelato like this all the time?" She looked at me with an eyebrow raised, twirling the cherry by the stem between her fingers.

"Well tonight, we're not following any type of rule." I winked, grabbing the whipped cream.

"No, I wanna do it." She held out her hand with her always pretty smile.

I gave it to her and she sprayed a perfect swirl of whipped cream over the tower of gelato scoops in the big bowl.

I drizzled chocolate syrup over it and she plopped the cherry on top. "I call dibs on the cherry." She said, handing me a spoon and biting her lip. She walked past me and up the stairs, her hips swaying as she walked.

"God, Harlow. Such a tease." I muttered, gathering the extra cherries, strawberries and whipped cream.

"Since you're taking so long, I might as well take a shower." I looked up at her upstairs in the doorway. She was holding one of my t-shirts in her hand.

"So I guess my shirts are your shirts, huh?"

I started to hear her beautiful laugh and a smile tugged at my lips at her next sentence.
"Well I was told that girls look sexy in their boyfriend's t-shirt. I doubt you disagree."

"You are right to doubt." I chuckled and she went back into the room and after a few minutes, I heard the shower running.

I put away the excess buckets of gelato and wiped the counter of any mess. If ma comes home tomorrow and sees any mess, I'll get the spatula.

I grabbed the extra goods and the bowl of gelato sundae, heading upstairs into our room. I managed to open the door. "That was a quick shower."

"It took you a long time just to get strawberries, cherries, whipped cream and gelato?" She turned towards me, her wet hair swinging over her shoulder.

"Well, I had to make sure every strawberry and cherry was perfect in size and sweetness, and that the whipped cream was whipped and creamy." I set everything down on the nightstand.

She laughed and stepped towards me, running her fingers over my chest. She leaned into me and got on her toes to kiss my lips. My hands cupped her face and she smiled against my lips. "I like when you do that."

She pulled back into the kiss and I searched every crevice of her mouth with my tongue. I bit her bottom lip and sucked on it. She moaned into the kiss and pulled at the hem of my shirt, but I pulled away, my forehead resting on hers. "Gelato's gonna melt, bambina."

"Fine. We'll finish later." She raised an eyebrow and smirked, turning on the TV.

She plopped down on the bed and sat against the headboard, the sheets over her legs. I sat next to her and put the big bowl of gelato between us along with the bowl of cherries and strawberries. I gave her a spoon and after two seconds, she'd eaten two bites.

"What do you want to watch?" She looked at me with doe eyes, sucking on a cherry.

"Anything."

"Finding Dory it is, then." She chirped with a bright smile.

I furrowed my eyebrows. "What's that?"

She gasped, a scoff following it. "You've never heard of Dory?!" I shook my head and she gasped again. "I don't even know you anymore. That's it, we're watching Finding Nemo! You gotta learn!"

I chuckled and she clicked on the movie, resting her head on my shoulder.

****

"You get it now?" She asked, clicking out of Finding Dory.

I nodded. "It's a good movie. Let's watch The Conjuring 2."

She yelped slightly and looked at me. She thought for a second and her eyes widened. "No! That's scary! I learned in a book that guys just get girls to watch scary movies with them because the girl gets scared and the guy's all protective and shit which makes the girl's fear turn into attraction towards the guy. Which leads to the guy getting laid at the end."

I raised an eyebrow, not knowing what the hell she was talking about. She saw my confused face and added on. "Which means, you're using behavioral science and scary movies to get sex."

I scoffed. "Do I really seem like the kind of guy to do that, angel?"

She didn't even hesitate to nod. "Yes. Yes you do." She laughed at the offended look on my face and calmed down with a sigh. "No, I'm kidding. We'll watch it if you want to."

"Thank you." I grinned.

****

"Harlow?" I looked at her and she was completely in hiding, under the covers.

"Stop smiling."

I straightened my face and held back a laugh. I opened my mouth to say something but she cut me off. "Shut up."

"Are you okay?" I asked and she threw the covers off of her, looking at me with a 'are you stupid' look.

"Well let's see, Cristiano. Here I am, hiding under the covers, screaming at every jump scare or anything remotely terrifying. So the real question is, do I fucking look okay?" She blinked.

"We could watch it again--"

"I could hurt you so bad, you can't reproduce?" She said in the same amused tone as me. She grabbed a strawberry and bit into it.

"But what about Eros and Rosaria?" I smirked, chuckling a bit.

She looked at me again, no hint of emotion whatsoever. "I don't even know what to do with you and your personality anymore."

I laughed. "You know you like it." I attacked her with kisses all over her face and she giggled, trying to push me away.

But I pinned her to the bed, hovering over her and continuing to kiss her pretty little face. She turned her head to escape me and I took this as the perfect chance to kiss down to her neck. I nibbled and sucked, marking my territory and she let out a small moan.

My hand roamed up her thigh and past her hip, causing the shirt to ride up. I held her small waist with my large hands and she winced a little, making me instantly pull away to look at her face. "What's wrong?"

She looked confused herself as her eyebrows furrowed. She shook it from her mind. "I don't know." She said but I had already pieced it together.

Trauma.

I can't forget all the things he did to her. I know she can't either. She was raped and traumatized, so I have to go slower than this. She was only confused probably because the memory went by so fast, she only caught a glimpse of the worse part. "I'm sorry, baby girl."

She gulped and squeezed her eyes shut, before relaxing. "W-Why? You didn't do anything." She mumbled but we both knew why I was apologizing.

She opened her eyes and they were dark grey, her pupils a lot smaller than usual. "You weren't the one to do it to me. It's not your fault."

"But it took me two weeks." I whispered, feeling the same guilt from when it actually happened.

Her hands lightly rubbed my shoulders, up to my neck. "You did what you could, and you saved me. That's all that matters, and we're both good and alive." She smiled. "My hero."

A smile tugged at my lips and I pecked hers. "Mio dio, you are cheesy."

"If that's what it takes for you to stop putting yourself down about it, then I'll be as cheesy as I need to be."

****

"What's going to happen to us--after we're married?" She asked in a soft voice, fiddling with the gold watch I forgot I still had on.

I furrowed my eyebrows, although she couldn't see me because of the way we were cuddled together. "What do you mean? We'll do what all married couples do, angel."

"Like what?"

"I'll buy us a house, give you your own little music room, we'll have a freezer that's filled with a lifetime supply of gelato." She laughed at the last part.

"Okay." Her response sounded kind of doubtful, but I didn't think much about it.

"Oh, I have another pickup line for you."

She giggled. "What?"

"Is your body from McDonald's? 'Cause I'm Lovin' It." She turned towards me, very amused, and chuckled.

"Oh, really?" She leaned in closer and our noses touched.

I gave her a little slap on her almost bare butt and she gasped. "Yes, bambina, always." I smiled and gently kissed her addictive soft lips.

I felt a brush of fingers send goosebumps up my side and I instantly slapped my hand onto hers and pulled away. "Don't tickle me."

She put an adorably innocent look on her face looking at me with doe eyes. "What? Are you not in the mood for a tickle, Cristiano?" She smiled childishly, tickling my sides once more.

A smile tugged at my lips and I tickled her back, making her squirm and giggle in my arms. "How does it feel, bellissima?"

Her giggling turned into a big laugh and she calmed down after a few seconds. "What you said could totally be taken in a different way."

I rolled my eyes and laughed. "And you say I have a dirty mind."

"You do! It's your fault I think like this." She poked my chest and I pretended to be offended.

"How could you possibly blame me for your dirty little thoughts?"

"Uh, because you're you. Duh." She crossed her eyes at me.

I smirked. "What are you implying?"

"If I told you, I'd have to deal with your ego boost." She pursed her lips. "Plus, I think you already know."

"Yes, I know I'm sexy as hell." I nodded and she scoffed.

"See! Ego! Right there!"

"So you disagree?" I frowned and she rolled her eyes.

"I'd be stupid to disagree. Anyone with functioning eyes can see that you're sexy." She said while covering her eyes.

"Why're you covering your eyes?"

"Because I don't wanna see that stupid 'damn right' smirk on your face."

"How do you know I'm smirking?"

"Because I know you."

"You don't know everything about me."

"I know that you used to sleep with a teddy bear named Sal. And that's just one out of a whole huge list of things I know from your childhood." She uncovered her eyes raised her eyebrows at me.

"Well that's just creepy."

She playfully hit my chest. "You are one to talk! You knew everything about me before you even met me!"

I chuckled and checked my phone, seeing I'm getting a call from Zach. I answer it, putting the phone to my ear. "Si?"

"Heeeey, Cris. Look, I need you to bring your ass over here and take me to the home." He slurred, practically yelling in my ear.

"Stop yelling. I'm regretfully on my way."

"HA! Don't forget to bring the hotties, and bring me some orange sliiiiiiices!" He screamed and I cringed from the loudness.

I hung up, rolling my eyes. "You wanna come with?" I looked at her and she furrowed her eyebrows.

"Why would I want to stay here alone?" She asked quietly and rhetorically, as she snuggled closer into my chest.

I kissed her forehead and tried to sit up but she was still holding onto me. "Bellezza, how are we supposed to pick up Zach if we don't get out of bed?"

"Oh." She sat up, getting out of bed. She stood up and I couldn't resist smacking her ass again.

She jumped with a short little yelp and looked at me. "Stooooop." She whined and I laughed, getting out of bed.

"What? I touch what I like." I smirked and she threw a pillow at me. I caught it and threw it back on the bed. "So you're saying I can't smack your little ass?" I asked, although nothing about her ass was little.

"No."

"Can I squeeze it?"

"No."

"Can I bite it?"

She looked at me with an annoyed expression. "No!"

"Can I e--"

"Don't you dare!" She opened our closet and grabbed something she kept hidden from me. I narrowed my eyes as she walked into the bathroom.

I got changed into a solid grey fitted t-shirt and some black fitted jeans and my grey Timberlands. My eyes widened as she walked out of the bathroom. "Wow."

She had on short jean shorts that ended right below her butt, and hugged it way too well. She also wore a long sleeved fitted, off the shoulder, red shirt that ended right above her navel, with some red high heeled ankle boots. What, I know fashion. It's my sisters fault.

"I'm going to a club, aren't I?"

"Yeah, but only for five minutes."

"You mean an hour." She raised an eyebrow and I sighed.

"Yes, fine, an hour." What did I just agree to?

****

"Where's Zach?" She asked, looking around the large crowd of wasted dancing people. I was taller than her, and most of the people dancing around us, so I could see. He was across the room, shoving his tongue down some girl's throat.

"Uh, haven't seen him yet." I lied. I was doing them both a favor. Zach would get his ass kicked and she would get incredibly pissed.

"Okay. I'm gonna go drink!" She smiled and walked off to the bar, her hips swaying as they always do.

I followed her and almost instantly, a guy came up to her. Exactly why I didn't want to be here. That, and the fact that I hadn't seen drunk Harlow yet, and I didn't want to.

I sat on the other side of her and I could tell she noticed, because she immediately grabbed my hand and held it under the counter.

I moved to look at the guy. "Scusa. Non è la mia ragazza a caldo? Peccato che non si può avere il suo. Addio, ora." I grinned and he scowled, getting up and giving her something before leaving.

"I can't read anything but the phone number." She gave it to me and I rolled my eyes. "It says your boyfriend's a douche, call me, cutie."

She laughed. "Depends on the situation." She nudged my side and I shook my head. The bartender came up to us and she smiled brightly. "One shot of tequila!" She chirped and he chuckled.

"You?" He looked at me and I shook my head. "I'm the responsible driver."

I looked back at her. "Why are you drinking tequila? Can't you settle for something a little less--" she cut me off, putting her finger on my lips.

"Tequila!" She yelled over the music. He brought her the shot and she downed it, slapping it down on the counter when she was done.

"I'm gonna go dance, bye!" She pecked my lips and started to walk off.

"Dance where I can see you!" I warned, not feeling like smashing a man's face in.

She nodded, but almost immediately got sucked into the crowd.

****

As soon as it was 2:00 AM, the club started to clear a bit and there were at least 95 people now. Everyone was close to being blackout drunk, including Harlow, but I cut her off after 10 drinks.

She was still dancing. At first she was just swinging her arms in the air, not caring who was watching, then she started twerking as soon as she downed 3 drinks, and now she's basically sexily pole dancing without the pole.

As amusing as this is, I had to stop it and find Zach.

I walked over to her and she acknowledged me by sticking her tongue out at me. She continued to sway her hips to the beat, not looking tired at all. "Come on we have to go."

"Nooo, dance with meeee!" She yelled over the music, grabbing my hands and placing then on her hips. She turned around, grinding her ass on me and I groaned, trying not to lose control. "Harlow. Now."

She turned towards me again. "Come on!" She whined with a careless smile. She got closer to my ear. "I'll let you bite it this time."

I groaned again. "If you stop putting a bulge in my pants and help me find Zach, I will give you gelato."

She whined again. "Ugh, okay! Let's find Zachy!" She giggled and took off running.

I ran after her and came to an abrupt stop, my eyes widening. Oh God.

He's still making out with that chick, after two fucking hours? As bad as it sounds, he should've gotten in her pants by now.

Harlow pulled on his arm. "Zach, let's go, noooooow! I want my gelato!"

He pulled away from the girl, pulling Harlow into a big bear hug, almost crushing her.

The girl pulled him away from her, and it all goes downhill from there.

"Who's this bitch?"

Harlow raised her eyebrows. "Whaaat, sluuut? What's ya name?"

She rolled her eyes. "Liana."

"How do you spell that? W-H-O-R-E?" Harlow snorted.

Liana gasped and took a step toward her, big mistake. "Excuse me?!"

"W-H-O-R-E! Are you deeeeaaaaf? You shouldn't be making out with Zach! He could catch your herpes!" Harlow pushed her back so she was farther from Zach, who was blacking out.

"Bitch, who are you calling a whore? Look at you, and those pieces of fabric you call clothes! We get you have boobs! They sag anyways!"

My jaw dropped and Harlow put on her extra bitchy face. "Bitch, why are you talking? You barely have any! You have frigging stubs!"

"Don't fuck with me!" Liana pushed her back harder.

"FIGHT ME!" And with that being screamed, drunk Harlow kicked her ass.

Harlow swung at her face hard and she instantly got a bloody nose. Liana swung back, slapping Harlow in the middle of her face, making her bottom lip bust.

"Okay that's enough." I lifted Harlow up and grabbed Zach's arm, dragging them both out. I patted his cheek. "Zach, wake up."

He stirred, blinking slowly. "Turtles." Was the first thing he blurts out in a serious tone, like it was extremely important I were to hear it,

I rolled my eyes. "Get your ass in the car, and do NOT throw up in my Bugatti!" I ordered and he raised his hands up, stumbling into the backseat and I closed the door.

"Are you okay?" I asked her, cupping her face with my hand, examining her busted lip. She smacked my hands away.

"Yes! I'm fine! Now take me to wonderland!" She put her arms up like a three year old wanting to be carried. She was drunk, might as well.

I lifted her up and took five steps to the car, putting her in the passenger seat. I ran around to the drivers seat and got in.

"Stop at the store! I want candy!" She wrapped her arms around my arm and rested her head on my shoulder.

I sighed. "Okay."

****

We stopped at a grocery store and I carried her in. People gave us weird and awing looks as I carried her down the candy isle. She jumped out of my arms and picked up a giant bag of peanut M&M's. I went ahead and grabbed Skittles and Reese's minis.

"Ew! No Skittles!" She took the bag from my hand and I frowned. "But I like Skittles."

"I'll let you get Skittles if you tell Dominic to get me a cannon. With my own custom fire acid cannon balls! Made out of magic potatoes!" Her eyes lit up with her last sentence.

I laughed, taking the Skittles back. "Sure, bambina. I will." Not. Absolutely not.

I stocked up on aspirin, Tylenol, and everything else possibly and legally used for headaches. We got to the register and I had to wait ten minutes for Harlow to finish her full on conversation with the very amused old lady behind the cash register.

We headed out the door and I agreed that I'd carry her across the parking lot to the car and she'd carry the candy and medicine. I carried her bridal style while she said a bunch of strange things in my ear.

"I need your help."

"Hm, with what?" I prepared myself to hear the weirdest.

"There's this guy--he's like--super tall, black hair, suuuuuper cool blue grey eyes, and he's like, what, three years older than me? And trust me, he's hotter than California in July during a heat wave. You know who I'm talking about?"

"Mhm." I hummed, not sure where this was going. "Your point is?"

"My pointy point, is that I think he's a big doodie head!" She laughed and I rolled my eyes. "It's okay, he's my doodie head."

I smiled and once we reached the car, she was asleep already. I put her in the passenger seat and closed the door. I ran around the car before getting in the drivers seat.

What a day.

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Sorry it's taking soooooo long to update! Five words: classes, assignments, studying, tests,