Brianna was jumping for joy. Her Harry had come through for her once again.

"Oh, Harry!" She squealed as she hugged the bag that contained her dress. She didn't know how she did it but her boo had somehow unbooked the church, the salon and the reception hall. Their date was set. And she got her dress back.

"Oh Harry!" Brianna said again. "I love you so, so much!" She went over to Harry who was on the couch and jumped in his lap. She kissed him all over his face. "I just love love love you!"

"Love you too, baby." he said while kissing her back.

Brianna was so grateful to her man for getting her wedding back on track that she couldn't stop hugging and kissing him.

Then she felt his response. His big response.

"Uh oh." Brianna pulled back, looking at the sudden bulge in Harry's pants.

"What?" he smirked. "See something you like? Help yourself."

Brianna climbed off of him and stood up. "We shouldn't."

Harry rolled his eyes. "Aw, come on why not?" he said. "Didn't I get your dress and stuff back for you?"

"You did, and I'm more than grateful."

"So how about giving me a really nice thank you," Harry begged. "Just a little taste to let me know how grateful you really are."

Brianna did her best not to weaken. She noticed how Harry was staring at her in a seductive manner, with those enticing green eyes and those full pink lips. He nodded towards his bulge. "You know this is all for you, baby. Every inch of it is yours if you play your cards right."

Brianna wanted to. She wanted to do naughty things with her man. She wanted to unzip those pants, take it out and make him beg for mercy.

But she also thought about what Father Louis had told her. "Make him earn it," he said. "Make him buy the cow instead of giving away free milk."

"I can't," she managed to say. "I still want to wait until our wedding night."

Harry groaned and rubbed his eyes. "Jesus God, Bree, you're killing me here, you know that?"

"You'll take me for granted," Brianna said, straightening her clothes.

"Come on, baby," he kept pleading. "Just give me a little taste, just a little something to tide me over until the wedding. Come on, sweetness, it's me, your man. Your boo. Just a little bit h'm?"

Brianna held her ground. "No," she said firmly. "Father Louis said we should wait."

At that moment Harry felt like strangling Father Louis and hiding the body. However he didn't want to burn in hell for all eternity for the murder of a priest so he put the thought out of his head.

"Yeah, well it's too bad he didn't give us that advice before we had our kid."

"Harry!"

"Well it's true."

Harry stepped out of the house and went down to the Dunkin Donuts for coffee. He thought their coffee was way better than Starbucks, with their overpriced Crap in a Cup.

"Hi!" said the cheerful young lady behind the counter. "care to try our Berry Blend today?"

"Uh," Harry saw that her name tag said Nikki. "Sure why not?" She was wearing a t shirt that said "Yeah yeah breathe". Okay.

What Harry was really in the mood for was to knock back a couple of cold ones but Brianna now had him on a booze free diet.

That sucked.

No booze and no sex. What next? No air?

This marriage was going to be the death of him.

As Harry left with his coffee, he nearly collided with, surprise surprise, Taylor. In a dark trench coat with her hair in a ponytail.

"Oh!" Taylor said with artificial shock. "Harry. Fancy seeing you here, what a coinkidink."

"Hey, Tay. Stalk much?"

"Come on, Harry," Taylor pleaded. "Don't be like that. Let's put the past behind us and just be friends."

Harry burst out suddenly in a fit of laughter. "Oh my God." He managed to say through the giggles.

Taylor looked embarrassed. "What?" She looked down at her outfit to see if her undies were showing or something. "What?"

"You, Taylor Swift, want to be--" he made quotation marks with his hands. " 'just friends' ? That's so funny. My gut is hurting from the laughing."

"It's not that funny."

"I'm about to piss my pants, it's that funny." He laughed on.

Taylor rolled her eyes and huffed. "Fine, be that way. I'm willing to bury the hatchet."

"Whose back are you going to bury it in?"

Grabbing his arm, Taylor led Harry over to a limousine parked nearby.

"What are you doing, Tay?" Harry said. "What's with the limo?"

They climbed inside the car, which was very roomy and luxurious. Harry noticed a bar on the side and his mouth began to water at the thought of a drink.

"Listen," Taylor said. "I really meant it when I said I want us to be friends."

Harry stared at her in disbelief. "Geez, you were serious? Are you on some new medication I don't know about? That's some powerful shit there."

"I was and I am. About the friend thing." Taylor turned to face him, holding his hand. "I'll admit that, well, I'm not always the perfect person I appear to be."

"You think?"

"I may have a bit of a flaw or two."

"Spoiled, selfish. . ."

"Okay."

". . .bitchy, annoying. . ."

"Okay."

". . .nagging, lazy sneaky, stop me if I left anything out."

"Okay! Fine!" Taylor sulked. "I may have a few quirks."

"Tay, baby, I don't have enough time in my life to tell you what's wrong with you."

Taylor sighed. She brushed aside his insults. "Listen, I want to make amends with you and Brianna."

"Omg!"

"What?"

"The lady here finally gets Brianna's name right."

"Anyway," Taylor went on. "I want to be a friend to the both of you." Taylor said. "And to show you how serious I am, I want to pay for the entire wedding." She went for Harry's soft spot. She knew Harry's money woes, he now had a baby sucking up most of it, plus his job payed less than crap.

Already Harry looked interested. "Are you playing with me?"

"I know you're struggling a bit. . ."

"Struggling? A bit?" Harry sat up. "Brianna wants this fantasy dream wedding and it's bleeding me dry. Her dress alone can feed the entire state of Texas for a week. I had to do a lot of pain in the ass overtime just to help pay for the damn thing."

Taylor patted his hand. "I understand, Harry." She said. She could see Harry was on a roll.

"I mean, don't get me wrong," he said. "I love my sweetness, but damn. This wedding is taking a huge chunk out of my ass. I begged Bree to go to Vegas and do a quickie ceremony. Maybe play some Blackjack while we're there, but no. My baby wants the Big Almighty Royal Wedding and all the shit that goes with it."

"It's okay." Taylor consoled him. Harry took no notice as he ranted on.

"Okay there's nothing I wouldn't do for my Brianna but she's costing me a shitload of money. I had to put her rings on the credit card. My boy will be a grampa by the time I pay that shit off."

Taylor leaned over to the bar and fixed a drink. "Here, have some Scotch on the rocks. Your fave, right? I still remember."

Harry looked at the glass of Scotch. Oh man. His first drink in days. With all the stress and shit going on in his life, Lord knows he needed it. "Bree says I shouldn't--" he mumbled.

Taylor jiggled the glass towards him. "You sure?"

That drink was practically calling him. "Hey, Harry," the drink said in his mind. "Wouldn't I taste good right now? Make you forget all your troubles."

Screw it. Harry grabbed the glass and took a good swig. Ahhhhh, sweet--

Harry fell back against the seat, dropping his glass.

Taylor leaned over and checked him. He was knocked out. She picked up the glass. That sedative worked quicker than she thought. And it was smart to use Harry's favorite drink to put it in. Scotch was Harry's weakness. He would sell out his entire family for a taste.

Niall opened the door and slid in back, wearing a chauffeur's uniform. "Did it work?"

"Just like you said it would." Taylor was impressed. "You're a genius."

"Of course I am." Niall looked pleased with himself. "I should have been a pharmacist. Oh wait, I am."

"Street pharmacy doesn't count." Taylor stretched Harry's limp body across the back seat.

"So now what?" Niall said, rubbing his hands. "Is this Plan B?"

"Yes. Remove his clothes," Taylor ordered. "Strip him bare." She removed her trench coat, revealing a lacy black Victoria's Secret bra with matching panties. "And get that camera set up. Let's make this look good. People love a good sex tape."

"I know I do." Niall was unbuttoning Harry's shirt and pulling it off. Then he peeled off Harry's pants leaving him in only his boxers. "I'll let you do the honors."

"Why thank you." Taylor lay next to Harry and put herself in a seductive pose while Niall held the camcorder in front of them.

"Okay," Niall said. "Lights, camera, action!"