As Harry and I walked down the stairs to have breakfast, we just couldn't keep our hands off of each other. "Guys, if you're going to continue to grope each other, please go back upstairs." Briony laughed as we sat down; Harry sucking and nibbling on the pressure point on my neck for the umpteenth time.
"With pleasure." He grinned, attempting to get up.
"No, Harry it's," I looked at the clock, "10 o'clock. Shit. I'm late for work."

I rushed upstairs and got changed, brushing my hair and quickly applying makeup before running back down again to find Harry and Briony in the exact some positions. "Dude, calm down, just call in sick." Briony said, looking up from her newspaper as I picked up an apple; taking a bite as I threw my keys in my handbag. "Oh that's easy for you to say, you work from home!" I protested.
"Hey! Working from home is hard! I have to put up with all the distractions!"
"Like what?" I put my hands on my hips."
"Food."
"Oh yeah, like unlimited food is really a distraction!" I rolled my eyes.
"The fridge is, like, right there!" She pointed to the silver fridge, "it's not exactly like hairdressing is hard!"I heard Harry laugh behind me. I spun around, "enjoying the show?"
"It's just, you said you're looking for work, but you're just standing here arguing." He laughed again.
I look at the clock again, "you know what, fuck it, I am calling in sick. I'm an hour and a half late anyway."

It was now 11 o'clock and Harry was still here. I just about finished getting changed into something more comfortable, when Harry came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. Even though we'd only been a couple for three days, I felt really close to him already.
He rested his chin on my shoulder. I looked at us in the mirror. "How would you feel about coming with me to watch us record the next album?" I felt him grin against my shoulder.
"Urmm... sure... why not?" I stuttered. My life had literally suddenly ascended into amazing.

We walked past Briony's study on the way to the front door. I popped my head in, "you wanna come?"
She spun around in her spinny chair, raising her glasses, "I would, but if I don't stay on schedule, I'll never finish this novel. Say hi to them for me though." She smiled before spinning back round to her desk. I left the room with one thought and one thought only. 'I need to get myself a spinny chair. They look fun and if you evil they-' My thoughts were interrupted when Harry laughed. God this man laughs a lot. "Stop concentrating so much! If you want a spinny chair, I'll get you a spinny chair!" He chuckled; taking my had as we walked to the car. This left me even more confused than I was before. Was he a mind reader? Was I dating a strange psycho freak who likes to scan through their lover's mind?
"No, I'm not, you just like to say your thoughts out loud." He chuckled again, placing his hand on my knee and squeezing it. "Although, mind reading would be pretty cool." He winked at me; pulling out of the drive.

Harry's POV

"Hi guys!" I called as we walked into the stuffy studio. Both Danny and Dougie said hi, which left us with no response from Tom, who had his back to us, sorting out a guitar. "You're late." He said bluntly.
"Hi to you too." I heard Mary mutter beside me. I stifled a laugh.
"Yeah, sorry about that. I was kind of... occupied."
"Oh it's alright! I was joking!" He spun around; his face sporting a massive smile. His face dropped though when he saw Mary. "Harry, can I talk to you a minute." It was more of a command than a question. Before he gave me time to answer, he had already grabbed my arm and was pulling me out the room. I quickly told Mary to make herself comfortable before she was out of sight.
"Harry." Tom sighed angrily.
"What?!"
"You can't bring her here!"
"Who says I can't?" I pressed.
"Me."
"What makes you the boss?" I could feel my face getting redder by the second and any minute now I was going to snap.
"Harry! You get distracted as it is! With your bloody girlfriend here as well, we'll never get this album finished!" He was flailing his arms around; getting angrier by the second. He continued his rant, "We've hardly seen you these past few days! And when we do see you, all you go on about is Mary. 'Mary this', 'Mary that'. It's doing my fucking head in Harry!"
"Hypocrite." I muttered; turning my head away. I looked through the glass door of the studio to see Mary laughing with Danny and Dougie.
"Pardon?" Tom asked; agitated.
"I said you're a hypocrite!" I said louder; turning back to face him. His face dropped in realisation. He knew it was true. "Well I don't bring her to work, do I?" He sighed, "you know how much McFly means to me- to us! I just want this album to be perfect; the best we've done!" I looked at him and had to sympathise with him. We had all wanted to make the best album. Even better than Radio:ACTIVE. "Alright, I'll go and break the news to Mary." I gave Tom a quick awkward, brotherly hug and we said sorry to each other. I followed Tom back into the studio, and the guys looked up from their conversation. I beckoned Mary to follow me back outside.

Back to Mary's POV

"You want me to go don't you?" I asked, looked up at him. He looked down at me, his blue eyes glistening. "This is really important for us and I don't want to be distracted." He put his hand to my cheek. I was flattered but I just wanted to have a straight answer. I pulled away from his hand.
"Do you want me to go or not?" I said bluntly. I didn't mean to sound rude but I didn't want excuses.
"It's not that I don't want you here, it's just-"
I cut him off, "DO YOU WANT ME HERE OR NOT?!" I shouted at him, getting more wound up.
"NO. I DON'T WANT YOU HERE." He shouted back.
"Right, thanks, that's what I wanted to hear." I didn't mean to sound sarcastic. I turned, walking in the direction of the exit.
"Wait, Mary, I didn't mean it like that!" He called down the corridor.
"Just record album six!" I called back; dismissing his pleas.
My mood had suddenly changed from excellent to terrible. I suppose it didn't help that I felt Danny's eyes staring at me throughout the entire conversation between me, him and Dougie. Just thinking about saturday night made me feel like a slut. I had a date with Harry, came home and then I got a text from Danny. He said he was bored, so I offered from him to come over. I still have no idea how friendly chatter can lead to sex. And then the next day, I had sex with Harry. I felt like a complete whore.
I was so deep in thought that I didn't realise the way I had walked. I jumped in shock as I got tapped on the shoulder. Turning around, I saw, stood in front of me, my boss. I had walked straight past the hairdressers' I worked in, on the day I had called in sick. Putting emphasis on sick meaning 'bed-ridden'. "Oh hi Mandy." I smiled slightly, looking down at my shoes. 'I really need to get some new trainers' I thought to myself.
"Mary. A word please?" She said sternly, pulling me over to one side. "This is the 5th time this month you've called in 'sick'. I'm sorry to say this, but you're fired." What?!
"Sorry, pardon?!" I gasped.
"Come inside so i can give you your last paycheck." I followed my bo- sorry ex boss, inside my, now, old work place. She signed a pay slip and handed it to me. "Goodbye Mary. Have a nice day."
"I hope you have a bad one." I muttered as I took one last look at the hairdressers' and left. Have a nice day? Have a nice day?! She just fired me and told me to have a nice day?! Who the fuck does she think she is? The Queen of Sheba? I have always wanted to say that, the Queen of Sheba.

I finally got home; slamming the front door and throwing my keys in the direction of the kitchen table. "You're home early. Everything alright?" Briony asked, poking her head out of her study as I thumped up the stairs.
"Oh just perfect. I think I ruined my relationship with Harry and got eye-raped by Danny..." I turned to walk into my room, "Oh! And to top it all off, I just got fired!" I said sarcastically, slamming the door of my bedroom. Wow, today was crap. I turned my TV on and switched it to a random music channel.
"Oh for fucks sake!" I yelled as Love is Easy came on. Usually I would be over-joyed, but when you've just had an argument with one of the band members, you don't particularly want to listen to them. I threw my pillow at the screen.
Now, I don't normally cry. I'm not a cry-y person. But today, my emotions got the better of me. When I was just about to break down into a waterfall of tears, there was a knock at my door.
"Dougie's downstairs if you wanna talk to him." Briony asked.
"Why Dougie?"
"Harry made him come."
"Why couldn't Harry just come instead?" I called through to Briony through the door. She hadn't opened it yet so it was a half shouting conversation.
"Instead of asking me, why don't you go and ask the person who came here to talk specifically about Harry?" I heard her laughed before a light 'thump' of footsteps down the stairs. I sighed , easing myself off of my extremely comfy bed. As I walked down the stairs, I could hear the casual chatter of Briony and Dougie.