"Rosie," Harry says to me in my ear making me look up from my phone. "The kids are fine." Harry and I were currently at a bar with a couple of his coworkers, including Liam and Niall as well as Louis, since he was in town from London.
We had left the kids at home with a babysitter and this is probably the longest I've been away from them. "Yeah, come on, Rosie. Have another shot!" Niall chants shots shots shots as the bartender comes back with another round. Niall takes them and passes one my way.
"Stop trying to get my wife drunk, Niall." Harry says with an annoyed look on his face but Niall ignores him as he clinks his shot glass to my own and we both down it at the same time. I was so tense and paranoid, maybe it was best if I let loose for a while.
"I just want her to 'ave a better first impression of me," He slurs. "Sorry about that, Rosie." he says referring to that time I heard them talking about me being clingy. I wave him off and drink another shot.
"Babe, I don't think you should drink anymore." I had been taking shots since we've been here. I was a nervous wreck from yesterday's encounter with Zayn. I had no idea what was going to happen, but I know that If I don't go, it'll probably upset Harry or Silas might hurt him in a way.
I had only met the guy and he was already planning on killing me. I obviously don't want to be the reason why Harry looses his money and his family owned business, it'll destroy him, feeling like he did when he went bankrupt.
"Let her live." Niall shoves Harry lightly making Harry move his hand away from him in annoyance.
"Rosie, remember when I told you about the coworker of mine who cheated on his wife with their sister?" Harry says, a smirk on his lips as he looks to Niall who looked at me with a grin.
"Ew!" I say childishly. "That was you?"
"I mean, she was an identical twin, does it count? They were basically the same person. She had it out for me ever since I married her sister. She wanted me and what am I to do?" Niall says, defending himself poorly.
"Harry, your friends are pigs." I say and Liam and Louis both clear their throats. "In my defense, I don't know you that well." I point to Louis who laughs, I was already tipsy.
"Fair enough." he says. I see Harry check the time on his phone. I bet his next words will be it's late and we should probably get home to the kids.
"Well, can't say this has been lovely," Harry says. "but Rosalie and I must get going, it's late and we can't send the kids off to bed without us there." At this Niall groans and grabs at my wrist.
"Oh, come on guys!" He whines, tugging me away from Harry who slapped Niall's hand away. "Fine, you leave and Rosie stays, she'll be my new drinking buddy."
When I pout to Harry, he rolls his eyes and places his hand at the small of my back. "We have responsibilities, Niall. We're parents. Not that you'd understand though."
At this, Niall slumps back on his chair. "And who's fault is that? There's a thing called condoms, you know?"
"Okay." Harry breathes out, grabbing my coat for me and helping me put it on before he turns to the guys. "Make sure he gets home, alright Liam? You're lucky it's Friday, I would've made you come in to work early." Harry says to Niall who flips him off.
"We don't wanna hang out with old people anyway!" Niall shouts after us as we walk away towards the car. I wasn't ready to go home, I knew that would only cause me to grow even more paranoid for next week and then Harry would notice my uneasiness and I knew I couldn't tell him about it.
"Are we really that old?" I ask after a moment of light silence. Harry turns to me before smiling lightly.
"No, some of us just know when it's time to go home."
"But I don't wanna go home." I pout and whine in a childish manner making Harry groan.
"Baby, it's midnight. You know I can't eat greasy foods this late at night." He must've thought I wanted to go out for junk food, which honestly now that I think about it doesn't sound so bad.
"No, not that." I say and suddenly I remember Sarah and what she said about there being a party at the sorority house. "Why don't we go to an actual party?" I suggest with a devilish smile making him look at me for a mere second.
"What?"
"My friend said our old sorority house is having a party tonight, she said we should totally go." God, I was sounding like a stupid teenager.
"I didn't even know you were part of a sorority." Harry says.
"Well, I never knew you owned two yachts and a private jet." I retort and he nods.
"But I'm sure it'll be kind of weird to show up now, I mean we're much older and married."
"Pleaseee." I drag with pleading eyes and a sad look on my face, hopefully to make him change his mind. Harry looks to me briefly before looking back to the road and groaning.
"Fine, but only for a while." he says. "What's the address?"
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"Ro!" I hear my name being called as soon as we spot the girls. Only when we arrived did I notice Harry was right. Most of them wore shorts and crop tops and had drinks in their hands.
"You came!" Sarah says. I noticed that Gracie wasn't here, and I didn't think she was even going to come, she doesn't give in so easily and I honestly wish I didn't either, but we're here now.
"And who is this?" Marie says, her eyes ignoring me and landing on Harry who stood awkwardly behind me, holding my coat. I go towards him, encouraging him to meet my friends.
"Is this the one I'm meant to stay clear of?" Harry whispers in my ear.
"I think it's best that you stay clear of every girl here." I whisper back. "Everyone, this is Harry, Harry this is everyone." I introduce and they all say hi.
"I'm Marie," she comes close, her hand outstretched so Harry can shake it. I knew I probably shouldn't bring Harry around here, especially around Marie. She has a long history of sleeping with her friends boyfriends, and then tell them that they don't deserve them if they're willing to sleep with her.
Everywhere I looked, the girls were looking at Harry, almost drooling at the mere sight of him. But it's not him I don't trust. Harry grabs her hand and gives her a firm handshake. "I'm Harry, Rosie's husband." He says proudly with a smile making the girls hide their laughs.
Marie nods and goes back to the group, calling after me. "Rosie," Harry says sternly.
"I've never gotten drunk," I lie. "Not anymore at least."
"Trust me, that's not something you want to experience when you have kids." He says. "I'll be keeping a close eye on you, just let me know when you are ready to leave and we'll go."
"I'll be fine." I smile and kiss him briefly before I walk away to the direction in which the girls left. "Just have fun!" I call out before I am out of sight.
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HARRY.
It's been approximately thirty minutes since Rosie left to have drinks with her friends, and I have been conversing with a few young people. I felt so out of place, and I would be lying if I said that being here didn't make me feel like I was breaking some kind of law.
The teenagers here knew who I was, especially those that were majoring in business, they took advantage of my presence by coming to me with ideas on what I should do next with my company, others discretely tried to shove their qualifications down my throat, and why they'd be a good employee.
I also saw teenagers in a corner smoking pot and I'm pretty sure I saw a few doing cocaine, either that or they're just that brain dead. This was exactly why my parents knew it was best that I'd focus on school other than going to parties.
I wouldn't be where I am today if it wasn't for all that hard work I put into my studies. Also I couldn't let my parents money go to waste, especially not in a great university such as University of Cambridge.
"So," I hear a voice come from behind me once the conversation I had going on let out. Marie, Rosie's friend stands in front me, a drink in her hand on a red cup, one for me and one for her. I take it, not wanting it at all. "Husband, huh?"
"That's right." I say, looking up to meet her eyes. She smiles and looks down briefly.
"Where'd you guys meet?" She asks before taking a drink.
"She used to be my kids nanny." I say, uninterested in this conversation that I knew was going nowhere. I just wanted to see Rosie so we can go home.
"You know," She says as I catch sight of Rosie dancing with her group of friends. I knew she was drunk by the way she laughed like there was no tomorrow. "I never thought Rosie would settle down."
At this, I raise an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
"I mean after her last relationship, she swore guys off. She only did hookups and was never serious with any one of them." She shrugs, playing coy about what she was clearly trying to do. I could see why Rosie wanted me to stay clear of her.
"Really?" I say, pretending to care what she was saying. She was trying to talk dirt on my wife's name in front of me and I have going to have none of it. Besides, even if it were true, that will not make me love my Rosie any less.
"It was kind of sad."
"What's sad is the fact that you're trying to throw yourself at me. A married man who happens to be married to your friend. Why Rosie surrounds herself with people like you, I have no idea." I say, putting the untouched cup in my hand down on a table. I walk away from this girl and go towards Rosie.
"There's my boyfriend!" Rosie sings as she watches me approach her, she comes to me with open arms, tripping accidentally on someone causing her to spill her leftover drink on my white dress shirt. "Oops."
She did exactly what I told her not to. "You're pissed." I say, trying to dry off my shirt with my suit.
Rosie giggles. "You and your British slang."
"Okay, we need to get you home." I announce, grabbing at her waist to steady her up, but she groans and throws her head back.
"Nooo!" She drags. "I want to stay!" Rosie says as as I take her away from the girls. As we're about to reach the door, some idiot decides to grab at Rosie, pulls her away from me making me turn around, the mere sight of another man putting hands on her making me angry.
"Get your fucking hands off my wife!" I grit. I don't know who this kid thinks he is, but he was about to get my fist in his face.
"I don't think she wants to go anywhere with you, dude." He says. Without much thought, my fist comes in contact with his face, causing him to step away from Rosie who screamed at the shock. "What the fuck?" He says, holding his jaw.
Rosie lets out a small giggle as we leave the party and go towards my car where I strap her in before going to my side of the car and drive off.
"That was funny." Rosie slurs, a small laugh escaping her lips.
"Glad you found that funny," I say, looking at my knuckles that were red. Never in my life had I punched anyone. "I think I broke my hand."
"And I think I wanna throw up." She says.
"Don't worry, we're about to be home." I chuckle and watch as she throws her head to the side in sleep. I drive us both home where I had to carry her bridal style inside.
I pay the sitter before taking Rosie inside the bedroom, placing her softly on the bed where I remove her shoes and softly remove her makeup with her makeup wipes.
I undress her and place one of my shirts on her. Once I was done, I look back at her face, bare making my heart flutter at the sight.
I love this woman with my whole life. I kissed her head before leaving the room, quietly enough not to wake her.