If I could fly {h.s} -

Chapter 9✅

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A few weeks had passed and Harry had ignored me for the most part. I couldn't complain, for his reasons could be business trips or long work days or dinners with colleagues, so for the most part I had the penthouse to myself. On recent days I had become a little closer to James, Harry's driver as Harry had ordered him to take me places to keep me occupied in his absence. Although that was wonderful of him, a part of me wished Harry was there to guide me around New York City; I felt protected and I never realised what being protected was like until I had met him. I had dismissed myself to bed wanting to make sure that I had an early start for my first full day of work. Once I was comfortable in my pj's (another thing that Harry had bought me which I promised I would pay him back for) I snuggled into my bed with the surface area of a country.  I lay awake thinking if there were any significant family members in Harry's life. He already knew quite a lot about my family, yet I knew very little about his. He didn't look like a man that liked to divulge into his personal life or even have a personal life ; Harry seemed to be a lone wolf in his own little bubble of 'eat ,sleep, work' repeat.  He also seemed like a very hard man to please, and if he had any friends at all, they would be billionaires or people who have earned his respect over a long period of time. 

Because of his hard exterior,I decided that on the following day I would buy something fun for us both to do in the evening after dinner. The last thing I wanted to do was purchase documentary's. He probably had all of them already. 

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"Lola...Lola..."

I woke up to the slightly aggravated voice of Mr Styles who stood uncomfortably  beside my bed in a luxurious crisp suit.

"Good Morning , sir" I said awkwardly, sitting up in my bed.

"I will be leaving in 5 minutes, there is money for you on the counter to go grocery shopping. Once you have bought everything on the list, you may spend the rest on yourself." He explained, almost like a trained colonel. I nodded eagerly throwing the duvet off my legs which were only covered by a pair of light blue pyjama shorts. I have to admit though, they did make my legs look really long and tan.

The shorts clearly made an impression on Harry, yet I wasn't so sure if it was good or bad.  I watched his eyes slightly widen at the bare skin before they darkened . He gulped right before he briskly escorted himself out of the room. odd.

I arrived in the kitchen a few moments after Mr styles abrupt character change. Yet again, I found my self alone so I lazily walked up to the shopping list and revised the simple house hold necessities and of course the odd one required by a billionaire. Where do you even buy quail eggs? Caviar? Who knows.

With the items in mind I headed back to my bedroom to get ready with a simple outfit yet again.

Once I completed my look with  the most comfortable pair boots I had never worn ,I left the complex and headed for the streets of Manhattan.   

I couldn't help but feel a little awkward that I was actually buying things for once. It was a daily task to come to someone's grocery store and take what I needed without leaving anything in return. It felt good to give back nonetheless. 

After collecting the two carrier bags, I headed to the toy store. immature I know,  but where else was I going to find something fun for Harry and I to do?

I scanned the items eagerly, my childish mind almost jumping out of my skull on the possibilities of what we could do, ranging from a lego building competition  to racing remote control cars on a track. I was in the board game section when I spotted the perfect game.  I enjoyed boardgames ( whatever it was) and it incorporated business  for harry's sake. 

monopoly , of course. 

  I eagerly grabbed at the box before heading to the check out ,not before daringly deciding to  scoop up the game Twister  of one of the tables. 

This was going to be interesting. 

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I was finally back at the apartment cooking up a storm. I honestly didn't think I'd like cooking so much, especially if it was someone as hard to please as Harry. But I could do it all day.

As if he heard my thoughts, he sauntered from the office at the back of the penthouse to greet me. 

"What are you cooking? It smells.. brilliant" He quirked an eyebrow. 

"Sweet potato Gratin (pronounced gratan, its french), with salmon and green beans."  I said flipping the salmon that was grilling perfectly.

He hummed before sitting on the bar stool, turning his phone off.  I smiled. I liked how I had his attention, to the extent that he'd rather talk to me than one of his business partners. 

"I bought us something that can entertain us later. " I grinned, patting my self on the back for the excellent find. His eyes widened slightly. 

"Oh! Gosh! I didn't mean it like that! I bought us some board games, not ....urgh,.. never mind." I blushed. I cant really remember my face being that red, Besides he probably would never want to have that sort of interaction with me anyway especially after his reaction this morning.

"I don't play games" He stated, immediately shutting me down. my breath hitched at the detest in his raspy voice. 

"Not even-"

"No" He snapped before he got up and left the room, being sure to slam the door when he entered his office once again. Does he ever use the rest of the house? there's so many rooms and things to do yet he remains in the kitchen,his bedroom or the office.

  eat sleep work repeat.

I decided on giving him some space. I wasn't one of those girls that always pry for an answer unless it's about me . in this case it was obvious that I had hit a sore patch and I didn't want to intrude on Harry's private life.

I continued to cook dinner, yet Harry didn't return to his regular sitting spot on one of the stools let alone emerge from the office. So after I ate mine alone, I hesitantly made my way to the office door before knocking gently.

"come in" His voice was deep. I gulped before I revealed myself to him.  I placed the meal infront of the distraught greek god where he just watched me with slightly red eyes.  A half empty bottle of whiskey was sat on his desk along with the glass. He was drunk. And irritated. I wanted to say something.

"Don't bother, I don't want to hear it, all those stupid ways to try and make me open up to you. Thats all you women do, nag.nag.nag. and you have to stick your noses in everything." He spat taking another swig and staring at the dish of sweet potato. Yes, I was curious on what had caused him so much sadness ,that he wanted to drink away his sorrows but wouldn't anyone? However I knew how hard it was to open up to someone. My heart broke for him. Maybe we weren't so different after all.

"I'm not here to poke fun or get answers out of you, I'm here for whatever you want me to be. A friend, a worker, someone that you can confide in. But if you don't want to tell me anything you don't have to, I'm not going to pry it out of you. I've been there too." I ranted, my final words coming out in a whisper. This caught harry's attention. He looked up looking me square in the eyes. I've seen that look before. The look you give when you feel utterly hopeless and helpless and you can''t seem to pull yourself out of the hole. The look when you see your other half leave you with nothing. The look that I saw when I looked in the mirror.

It was heartbreak.

I knew it all too well.

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