#mob!

 When you pull up to the house your jaw almost drops. In reality you should have expected this, between Harry’s livelihood and the fact he had rented out half of an entire restaurant, but it just hadn’t necessarily crossed your mind. The house isn’t a house at all really, but it would definitely fall into the mansion category. It is big but more impressively it's gorgeous. The stone it was built of and the arches and points, it begs to be drawn and makes you itch for your pad and charcoal. The bodyguard whom you have decided to call Roger, since you are tired of referring to him as the bodyguard, leads you into the house and toward where you assume the kitchen is. As you follow you take in the beautiful artwork on display along with a few family pictures. When you near your destination your attention is taken from the artwork and placed on the smell. You breathe in and almost moan. Roger directs you into the room, and as you walk in you can hear the  sizzling of food along with the faint classic rock in the background. Harry is facing away from you and is obviously not aware of your presence yet so you walk up to him. As you get closer you can hear him softly singing along with Tom Petty, you smile and wrap your arms around his waist. He jumps the slightest bit but relaxes into your touch.

“ ‘ello there darling.” 

“Hi.” your voice is muffled into his back. He rotates in your hold.

“What is wrong sweetheart?” he whispers into your head as he kisses it.

“I have just had the longest day ever.” you sigh into his chest. It was true though. Your encounter with Jordan had felt like weeks ago. “Nothing, some good food and cuddling can’t fix though.” 

“Well the good food thing I can promise, the cuddling however… I am New York's biggest mob boss, I can’t be seen canoodling now can I?” he says and you can hear the teasing tone in his voice so you continue the banter. 

“Well, if you don’t want to ‘canoodle’ with me then I will just have to find someone who will.” he rumbles at that. You step out of Harry's arms and reach into your jacket pocket to pull out your phone. “Let’s see, tinder..” you had actually deleted the app after your date on Tuesday, not feeling like it would be necessary in the near future, but getting Harry all riled up was proving to be fun. He turns off the stove he was standing at, and stalks over to you. You giggle and turn and run. Having zero idea where anything is you are running blindly. You turn into what seems to be the living room with big couches that look more comfortable than your bed, and then realize you have trapped yourself, dead end. Harry runs in a second later and finds you slowly backing up. You then let out a squeal as you fall back onto one of the couches. ‘Hmm,’ you think to yourself, ‘definitely more comfortable than my bed.’ In the seconds that it took to think that Harry was on top of you. Literally.

“Harry.” you whine 

“Phone please.” he sticks out his hand 

“But then how am I going to find a cute guy to cuddle with on tinder.” 

“There will be no need for that, as you have me.” 

“I am New York's biggest mob boss, I can’t be seen canoodling now can I?” you speak in a mock accent he just stares at you for a second and you think you might have won, rendering him speechless, until he leans in and kisses you with more passion and desire than you have ever been kissed with.

“Do you still feel like you need another guy?” he asks, both of you breathless. You smile and shake your head no. “Can I please have your phone so I can delete that ridiculous app? And before you protest I am not sure the last time I used that word so remember that.” your smile turns into a smirk as you hand him your unlocked phone and watch him search for the app.

“Do you need help?” you ask after a minute of him looking. He then looks at you and notices your smirk. 

“You don’t even have a tinder do you?”

“I did, until Tuesday night.” you see something spark in his eyes when you say that

“Oh really? What changed?”

“Well I met this really bossy guy, who I kinda like.”

“Just kinda?” he questions. You nod your head, “How about now?” He leans in and kisses you again, when he pulls away you shrug, so he leans in again. “Now?” breathless you smile

‘OKay this guy I like alot.” Harry seems to deem that an acceptable answer because he stands up. 

“We have dinner to eat.” he reaches for your hand. You reach up to grab it and your sleeve slips down your arm a bit, but it was enough for Harry to notice the bruise that had turned black over the course of the day. “What the fuck is that?” his voice going about 3 octaves deeper and his tone changing from light and playful to dark and business.

“I fell in the shower last night and tried to catch myself but just ended up making it worse.” you try and play it off. As much as you hate Jordan and Luke you don’t think they deserve to die. You attempted to pull your hand away from him, but he had already locked your fingers and was pulling up your sleeve. He lets out an animalistic growl when he sees the whole bruise, which is very clearly a hand. 

“Rob, George, get in here.” He yells, not very loud making your cheeks go red at the thought of either of the other men seeing the encounter you and Harry had just had.

“Yes boss?” the one you had been calling Roger asks, turns out his name is George.

“Y/N here just told me that this bruise is from slipping in the shower, does this look like a bruise from slipping in the shower?” He asks lifting your arm higher so the other men can see.

“No boss.”

“That looks like a hand boss.” the two men say. You curse them under your breath

“See that is what I was thinking too. You are dismissed.`` The two men walk out and Harry turns his attention back to you. “Do you want to try and tell me where you got this mark again or should we play a guessing game?” 

“This guy grabbed me at my coffee shop, it was no big deal, really.” 

“Y/N.”

“Yes.” 

“What is the name of the boy who did this to you? I know you know, or else you would be able to look me in the eye.” at this you lift your eyes to meet his. You can see boiling rage in them but also concern, if you were to ask yourself why you told him the name later, that concern you saw would be the answer.

“His name is Jordan Thompson, he’s my ex’s best friend. Really though it's fine.” the look in his eyes tells you he wants to argue with you but for a reason you were thanking god for he lets it go.

After dinner you and Harry go back to the room with the big couches. He hands you the remote and says you can pick whatever you want to watch, you turn on Iron Man and snuggle into his side. At some point you ended up with your head in his lap and he started stroking your hair. You relaxed, falling asleep to the sound of Robert Downey Jr’s voice. 

What you assume is a little while later you are woken up to Harry's voice.

“Darling, let’s go to bed.” his tone sweet.

 ‘I need to go home.’ you tried to say but your brain and body were so muddled with sleep it sounded more like “I neef hume.” and Harry chuckled at you

“Come on, you can spend the night.” part of your brain told you to protest, this was only the second date, third if you counted the club, which you weren’t sure you did. Either way it is way too early into the relationship for a casual sleepover. But your body and the rest of your brain thought about how good bed sounded and allowed Harry to guide you up the stairs and down a hallway to his room. You barely register him helping you out of your jeans and blouse and into a soft tee that smells like him. A minute later as you are falling asleep you feel the bed dip and a warm body envelope yours.

The next morning you wake up and the warm body you fell asleep with is gone. You groan and reach trying to find Harry, but all you find is cold sheets and a piece of paper.

Good Morning my darling, 

I wish I could have been there to see your beautiful eyes open this morning but I had to take care of some business. I need to talk to you whenever you wake so please come to my office. Feel free to steal any clothes you would like.

With love,

Harry

You smile at the note and notice directions to his office on the back. You rummage through drawers and find a different shirt and a pair of joggers that were definitely going to be a size or two too big.  You get dressed and find a brush to untangle your hair. You step out of the room having memorized the directions to his office, right left, up the stairs and then the third door on your right, and you shut the door. You make it to the stairs when you feel a presence behind you and hear a click. 

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