This chapter was co-written with LeLoUcH Fan Girl. One of my favorite things about Harlow and Neveah, is that you never knew what they're going to do. When they're together, it will either turn out fantastic, or end in disaster. What I admire most about Harlow though, is her ability to take a stressful time, and be the comic relief. So don't be mad at me for this chapter. You wanted more Harlow, well prepare for more Harlow. This does not define our sexuality by the way. We just thought it would be funny :p
Puppies
*Harlow*
My life had gone from a fairytale, to a nightmare, and back to the good old days. Everything seemed to be alright, at least that's what everybody lead me to believe. There was still an edge to the days, especially when the Iroquois pack was around. That was to be expected though. No one trusted them, not even me. All in all though, everything went back to normal. Well, if knowing that the greatest legend in La Push was true, that there were werewolves out there, was normal, then hey! I lived in the most normal freaking world!
And just as Brady and I started getting to a deeper, more emotional level, in our relation ship. He screwed it up…again. Why did my knight in shining armor, have to be a douche bag, in tin foil?
Let me back up, it all started a week after my whole kidnapping drama. Mom had been livid, but soon was back to her old self, even planning to go away for the weekend with . Brady and I were inseparable, I loved being around him. Neveah and I had a sob fest after we both apologized to each other, and I saw my dad almost every day. School was alright, I got a few looks, and Jason Crawl kept giving me, what he thought, was a hot 'come and get me' look. All it did was make me want to vomit.
So that leads me to right now. We were all sitting outside, the sun finally deciding to show itself, after days of rain. I was leaning against Brady, eating a poptart, I know, surprising. The guys were talking about patrolling, something I found deathly boring. Even Neveah was being boring, laying on her stomach, and sketching.
"You still haven't gotten any?" Paul boomed.
Excuse me? Brady threw his chips at him, "Shut up Paul."
"I mean, I can understand Embry and Neveah not doing it, but you and Harlow? It looked like you two were going to get it on, in front of everyone that day!" I buried my face in my hands, as the whole pack laughed. Neveah smirked, taking a minute to give me a sympathetic look. Was Paul done though? No, "You know what I think?"
"What Paul, what on earth could you be thinking?" Embry snapped, pulling Neveah into his lap.
"That the reason you two haven't gotten any, but the rest of us with imprints have," I ignored Paul. He was a guy, around all his buddies, of course they were going to talk like this to each other, "it's because your two are gay."
Neveah and I busted out laughing, the rest of the pack following suit. I crawled over to Neveah, pulling her away from her 'out of the closet' boyfriend. We clung to each other, finally catching our breath, our sides burning.
"No wonder your hands were so soft!" I laughed and soon we were all in hysterics.
"Shut up Harlow!" Brady snapped. And what he said next, would later turn his life into a living hell, "Everyone also thought that you and Neveah were gay. I mean the way you two act."
"Excuse me?" I snapped.
"You're holding hands!" Brady snapped.
Oh, we were. I wrapped an arm through Neveah's, both of us stood, "You think we're gay?"
Brady looked bewildered.
"Oh honey, you haven't seen anything yet," With that, Neveah and I turned on heel, stalking back inside.
"So, we getting them back?" Neveah was exactly ten, when I found out, she loved revenge. With how innocent and sweet she was, combined with my acting skills, we always won.
I smirked, "Oh yeah. But we're not getting them all back. If we do this we're going to need help. And I know the two people to help us. I want to get Brady back good. And it will be fun torturing Embry. Come on!"
And with that, the most interesting weekend of my life, began.
*Embry*
Stupid Paul! He didn't know when to keep his fucking mouth shut! Why in hell would he bring up, as he so charmingly put it, 'getting any' when Harlow and Neveah were sitting right there. Of course everyone else thought he was s funny, and that he had an actual point. For the rest of the day, the guys constantly teased Brady and I, always coming up with some new gay joke to tell us. After awhile it was getting old. They didn't care though, they kept it up all the way until we got to Sam's.
"You know, they might actually be gay," Collin mused, talking about Neveah and Harlow, "there were warning signs. I mean, they would hold hands, hugged a lot, Harlow was always making statements like 'hello beautiful'. And we can't forget that time when we went to walk them to school."
We all though back for a moment, and I groaned inwardly, maybe they were right:
It was the week after we got Harlow back, Brady was keeping an eye on her, making sure she was never in trouble, or if she needed help, he or one of us were there to help her. So Brady came up with the idea of walking the girls to school, everyday. Not a bad idea, at least he wasn't suggesting we put a tracking device on her.
"I love your mother," Brady muttered as he tore through the muffins Harlow's mom had given us. We got here before the rest of the pack, deciding to spend some quality time with our girls, before having their attention taken. Alright, quality time, really meant, breakfast time.
"Hey Harlow" Veah sang as she entered the room. "Hey Veah" Harlow looked up from her book, wearing a lazy expression, but smiled none the less.
I looked up from my food, and smiled at Neveah. She was wearing black skinny jeans and a sliver and white top that was long on her. Her hair was down, and she wasn't wearing shoes. "Is the pack going to come walk us to school?" Neveah asked, jumping on the counter, and grabbing a muffin. She put it down after a second, pulling on a pair of black flats. "Well they do seem to be addicted to us," Harlow smiled, winking at us. "Ha ha yeah!" Neveah laughed.
"I'm tired of muffins," Harlow slapped the food out of Neveah's hand, and started looking through the cupboard, opening a box of poptarts and handing one to Neveah. "Hey, you guys there?" Seth poked his head in the door and smiled at the girls, "Come on, we're all waiting!" "Told you they would all be walking us…again," Harlow shouldered her bag as we walked out of the door, her and Neveah laughing and hooking elbows. "Do you two sleep at the same house every night?" Jared asked, smiling as he saw Neveah and Harlow walking together. Just like Brady had requested, most of the pack was here to walk the girls to school. "Yeah, pretty much" The two said simultaneously "Lesbians, I told you" Quil whispered to Jacob. Jacob rolled his eyes but kept an eye on mine, and Brady's imprint.
"Hmm," I ran a hand through my hair. It could be possible. They shared clothes, spent every waking hour with each other, held hands, hugged a lot, and slept at each others houses frequently.
"No, if they were gay, they wouldn't be dating Embry and me," Brady laughed at the thought.
"Cover up I tell you!" Paul said through a mouth full of food, "Just like you and Embry are using them as a cover up."
"I am not gay!" Brady and I yelled.
"Jake, come here for a sec," Sam held the phone to his side and Jacob stood, following him outside.
"I bet you twenty bucks they're gay," Paul slapped money down on the table, "Who's in?"
Leah put twenty down, "I bet they're not."
"Us too!" Brady and I slapped our money on top of Leah's. Pretty soon everyone in the pack had betted. Sadly, it was only Brady, Leah, Seth, and myself who believed the girls were straight.
"You have this weekend to prove they're not gay," Paul smirked, leaning back in his chair, "Better get to work children."
"You're going to be eating your words," Brady growled as we stood, walking towards the front door.
"Where are you two going?" Sam asked as he caught sigh of us.
"To Harlow's," I answered.
Sam and Jacob shared a look. Jake smiled, "They just called looking for you. We said you would be over soon."
"Thanks," I said slowly as Sam and Jacob shared another look before laughing.
Brady and I left them though, racing each other through the woods, trying to see who would get to Harlow's the fastest. Brady won, as always. When it came to going to Harlow's he knew every short cut in the book. Now if we had been racing to Neveah's, I'm sure I would have won.
I jumped onto the back porch, Brady swinging off the railing, and walking through the glass doors.
"We're in here!" Harlow called form the living room.
"Hello love," I smiled and came to a complete halt. Her and Neveah were laying on the couch together, under a thick blanket. The couch wasn't very big, and even though they sat on opposite sides, you could tell they were touching.
"Hey Embry!" Neveah smiled widely, jumping off the couch and hugging me. I took a chance to look at her. She was wearing black pajama shorts with grey stars on them, a grey t-shirt, and black ankle socks, her hair was completely down.
"Are you crazy, it's freezing outside!" Brady snapped when he saw Harlow. She wore light pink pajama shorts with dark pink dots, a dark pink t-shirt, and white ankle socks.
"We have a blanket," Harlow rolled her eyes, sitting back down. Neveah sat on her lap, Harlow wrapping her arms around her waist. What the freak? "So, my mom and Veah's are out of town for the weekend."
"What? You're here by yourself?" Brady asked, panicked. Of course Brady would freak.
"Yeah," Harlow placed her chin on Neveah's shoulder, "So we have the house to ourselves," she winked at Neveah.
"You can't stay here by yourself!" Brady snapped.
"I'll have Veah to keep my company," Again Harlow winked and Neveah smirked.
"No, we're staying the weekend," Brady said, sitting down on the end of the couch, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Damn, all our plans," Harlow muttered. Neveah whispered something in Harlow's ear, "That's true. It will make it more interesting."
"Exactly my thinking," Neveah smiled and winked at Harlow.
"Veah come here," I held my arms open to her and she reluctantly got off Harlow, and came to sit in my lap, putting her face in the crook of my neck.
"But you guys don't have anything here," Veah muttered as I started running my fingers through her hair.
"We'll go get something in a bit," I placed a hand under her chin and brought my lips down to hers. She automatically pushed closer to me, wrapping her arms around my neck, angling her head so we could kiss better. This was all the proof I needed that Neveah was straight. The way she kissed me, it was like fire.
"I was thinking that we could watch a movie then," Harlow cleared her throat, allowing Brady to kiss her fast. Harlow shot off the couch, grabbing a phone book, "You guys go get your stuff, Veah and I will order some take out."
"Alright boss," I saluted, kissing Neveah fast, and jumping out the door.
"Did you see how they were sitting?" Brady asked as we walked down the street.
"Yeah, and then the way they were flirting with each other," I muttered.
"We've gotta beat Paul, I want that money. And I know Harlow isn't gay," Brady started taking his shirt off, "Phase, we'll get there faster."
So I did, we didn't think much as we ran, mostly wanting to get our stuff, and be back at Harlow's, as soon as possible. Mom said nothing to me as I packed a bag quickly, hugging her tight, and running out the door. Brady met me halfway through the woods, carrying his bag in his mouth, the same way I was.
"Keep your shirt off," I suggested, as I pulled my jeans back on, then my converse.
"What the fuck? Paul was right, you are gay!" Brady laughed, but he got my drift. I had come into Neveah's house once without my shirt on, and she couldn't say anything, and had a hard time concentrating on what I was saying. Harlow couldn't keep her hands off Brady when he didn't wear a shirt. This would help.
"Hey!" Brady yelled as we rounded the corner into the kitchen. I thought I saw Harlow and Neveah kissing, but maybe they had been hugging. They jumped apart, Neveah grabbing some plates and Harlow taking sodas out. They shared a smile.
"Veah," I muttered, wrapping my arms around her.
"Embry," Neveah said calmly. Her eyes flicked to my chest, and then back to what she was doing. Damn, it didn't have the effect I was hoping for.
"I rented a scary movie," Harlow made a face and piled her plate full of Chinese take out. We followed her lead, and then walked back to the living room. We sat through the movie, eating silently, Brady and I kept looking at Harlow and Neveah. They kept giggling on and off, eating off each others plate.
"Let me have a drink," Neveah reached for Harlow's drink and it was handed it to her. After taking a drink, Neveah balanced it on the arm of the couch. They went back to eating and watching the movie, every so often Harlow would lean into Neveah and whisper something, causing both of them to laugh.
"Try it!" Harlow commanded, holding up a piece of chicken.
"No, it looks gross," Neveah scrunched her nose up.
"Do it."
"No."
"Do it."
"No.
"DO IT!"
"Make me."
"Fine," Harlow tackled Neveah to the couch, they're plates almost falling before Brady caught them and put them on the coffee. Harlow pinned Neveah to the couch straddling her waist, she held the piece of food, "Open up."
Neveah shook her head.
Harlow smirked placing the chicken between her teeth she bent forward, her hair covering hers and Neveah's face.
Oh my fucking god. Brady and I both wore the same expression as Harlow sat up, smiling as Neveah ate the piece of chicken. What I wouldn't give to be Harlow right now.
"Oh, it is good!" Neveah winked at Harlow and they sat back up, resuming eating.
Alright, stay calm, this means nothing. I cleared my throat, trying to focus on the movie, wishful thinking. Through the whole movie they made suggestive comments to each other, Harlow at one point kissed Neveah on the cheek. The moment Harlow paused the movie to go clean up in the kitchen, I grabbed Neveah, pulling her down with me, trying to talk to her. Brady going to try and do the same thing I was doing.
"I thought you hated these movies," I muzzled her neck.
"I haven't really been paying attention to it," Neveah admitted, leaning back in the chair.
"Sit with me please?" I pouted at her. Neveah sighed, looking into the kitchen.
"Alright," Neveah snuggled up closer to me, I wrapped my arms around her.
"And let us continue with the gore!" Harlow proclaimed, Brady carrying her bridal style into the room. Obviously whatever he did, made Harlow want to stay with him. I don't even think they saw the rest of the movie. The moment the screaming started again, Brady tackled her onto the couch, capturing her lips.
Do it, I thought to myself. Prove to yourself, to everyone, that what you believe in is true. So I bent my head and pressed my lips against Neveah's. I needed to get her to kiss me, like that time in the art room. How though? Pressing my hand to her lower back, I tangled my other one in her hair, pressing my lips hard against hers. Neveah gasped as I edged my hand up the back of her shirt. Automatically her kissing changed, becoming passionate and heated like I wanted. Ah, so that's how I do it.
I nipped at her bottom lip, loving the taste of her mouth as her tongue tangled with mine.
"Oh shit!" Harlow yelled and Neveah broke away form me. Dammit! "I knocked the soda over," Harlow stood, shaking her hair out, "This can't be good for my hair."
"Come on, let's wash it out before it gets sticky," Neveah detangled herself form me, and grabbed Harlow's hand, pulling her upstairs.
I heard the shower turn on, and the bathroom door close. I turned to Brady, "You don't think they would…take a shower together?"
"Nah, they wouldn't," Brady ran a hand through his hair. We shared a look, "They all but kissed awhile ago."
"I know," I muttered. The picture of Harlow leaning over Neveah, the food being put into my beautiful, kind, innocent Veah's mouth.
"That was one of the hottest things, I have ever seen," Brady muttered. I had to nod in agreement, it had been, one of the hottest things I had ever seen. No denying that.
"Shit, we're going to have to step it up a notch," Brady cursed.
"More like ten notches," I muttered.
This was going to be a long night.
*Harlow*
I was standing outside the shower as Neveah took one. We were making it seem like we were doing much more then we were, up here. I banged on the walls a couple of times, making it believable. Neveah grabbed a towel, shutting the water off and getting dressed behind the curtain, she came back out in the pajamas we had picked out when we got back from school. I was freezing because of the shorts, but it didn't matter.
"You think they're worried yet?" Neveah asked, towel drying her hair. The moment we got to study hall, we decided to invite Embry and Brady over for a sleep over, we were going to pay them back with their accusation that we were gay.
"Yeah, good acting little one," I smiled brightly at Neveah.
"That chicken thing was a good idea," Neveah declared. When I had sat on her I made sure my hair covered our faces. Neveah had opened her mouth and I dropped the chicken in, making it seem like we had kissed or something. We flirted, made suggestive comments to each other. don't get me wrong, I am straight, completely and utterly straight. But it was fun, acting like I was gay.
Neveah threw the towel in the hamper, "Does it scare you how good we are at this?"
I thought for a second, "Nope. We're acting, both of us are masters at revenge, so this is nothing. I think Brady and Embry are going to be shocked to find out how great of actress' we are though."
Neveah smiled, lacing her elbow through mine. As we got downstairs, Embry and Brady had changed into basketball shorts and tight wife beaters. He was trying to get me back, the way his muscles and six pack showed through that shirt. No, stay strong Harlow. Dead kitties, dead kitties.
"Well boys, we're going to bed, it's midnight!" I smiled, and started steering Neveah out of the room.
We jumped onto my blue covered bed, listening carefully until I heard Embry and Brady enter the guest room next door. There were two beds in there, and they were both pushed up against the same wall as my bed.
"What now?" Neveah asked quietly.
I turned all the lights off, the only source was the full moon, shining through my window. I kneeled on the bed, motioning for Neveah to do the same, "Now we're going to bang the headboard into the wall," Neveah smirked as she took hold of the headboard with me, "Just gasp when I nudge you. Got it?"
Neveah nodded.
"One…Two…Three!" And with that we both grabbed hold of the headboard, slamming it into the wall.
*Embry*
"What the fuck?" Brady yelled. Suddenly something slammed into the wall, shaking the pictures hanging. It didn't stop though, it kept pounding over and over into the wall.
No way. We both went silent, listening carefully. That's when I heard it, gasping. Oh shit. Dead puppies, dead puppies. I'm not sure how long we sat there, but the thunking against the wall continued. I tried thinking about other things, about my teachers, about my freaking mom! But the images still popped into my head. DEAD PUPPIES!
"I can't take this anymore!" Brady jumped up and started pacing back and forth between the beds, "They're gay Embry! Just face it!" Brady ran a hand through his hair, "I want to go in there!" He cried.
I grabbed Brady's arm, throwing him away from door, "No!"
Brady growled and launched at me. I locked my arms around him as we both fell to the floor.
"What's going on in here?" Harlow appeared in the doorway. Her hair was messed up, her clothes disheveled.
"What are you guys doing in there?" Brady snapped.
Harlow smirked, "Oh, nothing."
Brady laughed, "Doesn't sound like nothing," he muttered.
"Harlow, where did you go?" Neveah called from the other room.
"Coming!" Harlow sang, "Night boys!" And with that, she skipped off to the other room, slamming the door. We waited in silence, the banging started again.
Brady paced the room again, "Why?"
"Because god hates us," I snapped.
It was then that I heard a phone ringing downstairs. Deciding it would be better to check it out, then to stay in here torturing myself, I jogged downstairs. It was Harlow's phone, saying she got a new text message…from Jacob. I clicked to open it and growled. Those sneaky girls.
Hey, are you guys still torturing Brady and Embry?
"Torturing?" I muttered. I replied to the text.
Yeah, they have no idea what's happening.
Good, you guys doing the whole, jumping on the bed to make the headboard hit the wall? Sam told me to make sure you didn't forget that one.
I laughed. So Jacob and Sam were in on this, no wonder they had been acting weird when we left. I threw the phone on the couch, and ran up the stairs. Brady looked like he was about to bolt out of the room, "Jacob texted Harlow. Apparently we're here because they're torturing us. Everything they've done tonight, is to get back at us for saying everyone thought they were gay."
"Those bitches," Brady muttered.
"Listen," I held a hand up, cutting Brady off. The bedroom door opened slowly, and then almost silently closed. I heard Harlow say something loudly, and then gasp. That means that Neveah had gone downstairs, "It's time to end this. You go after Harlow, I got Neveah."
Brady smiled evilly, "Oh this should be fun."
I sneaked down the stairs silently, barely breathing as I stood in the kitchen doorway. Neveah opened the freezer and took out a popsicle, she closed the freezer and turned around, screaming when she saw me.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" She snapped, breathing hard, "You scared me!"
"Sorry," I strode forward, trapping her between the counter and me. I took her popsicle, "Thanks."
Neveah scowled before grabbing another one.
I leaned forward, "So are you and Harlow done playing games?"
Her eyes got big for a second before she went calm. Neveah ran a hand through her hair, "What do you mean?"
"We read Jacob's text."
"I told her to get her phone from down here!"
"So you were playing with us!"
Neveah looked down, "Yes."
"All because we made a joke that you guys were gay?" I asked and she nodded, "Why?"
Neveah pouted, "Because it was mean."
I laughed, wrapping my arms around her waist, "Well you had your fun. You won, I learned my lesson."
"Good," Neveah smiled brightly.
"Can you do me a favor now?"
"Sure, what?"
"Kiss me, I've been going mad," Neveah smiled before reaching up and kissing me. The thoughts of me doing all the things Harlow and her had suggested, came running through my mind. Dead pu- you know what? Who fucking cares? I held Neveah close, kissing her deep.
And then she smacked me, hard. I reeled back, "What the hell?"
Neveah smiled brightly, "That's for calling me gay."
"Thanks," I muttered.
"I'm tired, let's go to bed," Neveah grabbed my hand, leading me back up to the guest room.
I smiled content as she scrawled in beside me, curling up and resting her head on my chest. I played with the ends of her hair, "You know. We could do all those things for real."
"Go to sleep Embry," Neveah muttered, but she pulled herself closer.
"Night," I paused, "I love you."
"I love you too," Neveah said quietly. I smiled and relaxed. This had been the most interesting, night/weekend ever.
*Harlow*
Currently I was laying on my back, listening to random songs on my iPod. Nothing good. Where's Neveah, there was only so much gasping I could do? I sat up, this is taking forever. Just as I thought that, the door knob turned.
"It's about time!" I snapped, and then froze. There stood Brady, smirking.
"I know what you did Harlow," Enter slasher music!
I batted my eyes at him, "What do you mean?"
He laughed, "I know all about the jumping on the bed. About Sam and Jacob helping you and Neveah, with your little plan. Harlow sweetie, your good, but even your not that good to fool a shape shifter."
"How do you know that Jacob wasn't just kidding around?" I snapped.
Then he was on top of me, straddling my waist, causing me to fall back. Brady's face was inches from mine, "Because, eventually we would have figured it out. We have amazing hearing, and smell."
Oh god, that was just gross. I tried another approach. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I smiled innocently, "I'm sorry, we were just trying to get you guys back. It was just a joke, like you joking we were gay, around your friends."
I got him! Brady sighed, "I'm sorry I said that. I don't think sometimes, and things just come out."
"I do it all the time," I winked and he laughed, "Just next time, think, and when one of your friends, says something like that, stand up for me. And if you have to, kick their ass."
"I knew there was a reason I loved you," Brady smiled.
"Now kiss me!" I ordered.
"Yes boss," Brady muttered. His lips met mine and I was in heaven.
As fun as that joke had been, I loved the make up part. So what if we got caught? I had a hell of time acting this out.
"Dead puppies," Brady muttered, so low I could barely hear it.
"Did you just say dead puppies?" I asked.
"That's been my constant mantra for tonight," He admitted.
"Really? Mine was 'dead kitties'," He laughed as I said that.
"Well kitten, I think we should get back to the make up part," Brady smiled flirtatiously.
Yes! Go back to the make up! It was just getting good. I could…no not yet. I landed one more kiss on his lips, "No, I want to go to sleep."
"Damn," Brady muttered, falling to his side. He pouted as he pulled me to his chest, covering us in the blanket. Kissing the top of my head he said, "Love you."
"If you don't let me sleep, I'll kill you," I muttered lamely. Snuggling closer, I reached an arm out around his waist, "I love you too."
And with that, everything was fixed. I was in my own piece of utter perfect-ness. Little did I know, that all of this was about to change. There wasn't going to be anymore pranks. There wasn't going to be anymore cuddling at night. No more secret times for just Brady and me. All of this was about to change. Soon there would be deception. The only times when I would be holding Brady like this, was when there were tears. And those secret times, would become separate times, where I would barely see the man I loved. As mush as I didn't want everything to change. It was going to. And somehow, I knew this right now as I laid here in his arms.
The only thing to do right now though, was to enjoy this time. Because soon, I would die for these moments.