London, at Caldrige’s and Amber’s home



“- I want to go home”, whispered the girl with shoes she wasn’t allowed to dirty. The guarded, the watched and the graded one. She thought she had escaped. She didn’t want to go back to the reception, sit down and wait for somebody.


Swiftly she ambled back to the terrace. Harry was also there, on his phone, an untouched champagne flute on the balustrade. Still working, he never stopped, expect when he had other more urging interests. Amber silently stood next to him. She was about to touch his shoulder, but he turned around his body language, screaming “not now”.


He didn’t want to hear what she had to say. He didn’t want to talk to anybody. He had more than enough on his plate. But she understood, she was feeling the same. Loving the same wildness, the freedom. He was jealous of her. He, who had everything, money, wealth and status. He who could buy anything, was trapped by the tightest ropes. How sweet money and power was, ensnaring him into a mould. Scared of the long fall. But she, she found her freedom each time she went on stage. She freely said what she thought, easily broke the very rules that jailed him. She said five simple words.


“I want to go home.” Simply. Her cute red-bricked house. Warm, comforting and welcoming. Her old bed waiting for her. The sheets stealing her sweet scent. The shape of her head on the cushions. The same ceiling every night. Not one out of a thousand hotels. But what was his home? The mansion near Buckingham palace? The villa in Malibu or the chalet in the Alps? Or the plane he spend most of his hours on? His office? He didn’t know.


“- Me too.”


He took her by the waist and guided her through the crowd. Together they said good-bye to Louis’s fiancée, since he had to go back to work. As soon as he released her in the car, Amber missed Harry’s warm hand on her waist. She didn’t dare to ask him anything. What would she ask anyway? She was only his forced employee (slave). Amber remembered her short meeting with Liam, could he help her? He was just as powerful. But how could she convince him? Then her thoughts drifted to Eleanor. She didn’t come at all. She must have been crying a lot. Louis didn’t seem very happy either. She barely saw him, and he ran to work as soon as he had the opportunity. Christelle was a cold and calculating woman. Eleanor was the opposite. Always full of energy and joy. The simplest gestures could have her talking for days… She didn’t think she would see her tomorrow since Cast B was performing, not Cast A. She didn’t pity her, but she felt her sorrow. Loving a man she couldn’t have.


The driver stopped in the alley right in front of the number 22. Amber was almost too tired to get out of the car, but there was no way she spend another night at M. Styles’ mansion. Unexpectedly, Harry also stepped out of the car. She was surprised as he stood right in front of her. Her heart was beating faster, her cheeks almost blushing. She tried to hide her attraction to his body. She knew about his sculpted torso hidden behind the blue suit. Only thin fabric holding the warmth. To Amber’s relief, Harry finally spoke after a long silence.


“- I’m glad you were here.”

“- Well I couldn’t really refuse.”, he genuinely smiled at her poor joke.

“- And I’m sorry for being an utter jerk to you.”, Amber also cracked a smile, and playfully remarked:

“- So you do know how to apologise.”, her electric eyes shimmering in the dim light.

“- Don’t get used to it.”, he gently smiled and tenderly kissed her cheek.


It was warm, comforting. He loved her scent, authentic, elegant. Only a hint of Chanel n°5. Her soft hair, and flushed cheek. She clearly didn’t expect it but just laid her hand on his back, welcoming the affection.


She was surprised, but desired his warmth. She didn’t feel violated, but respected. This feeling caught her off guard. Never had he made her feel that way. She longed for this short embrace.
Only seconds later Harry pulled back. Both silent about their feelings. He didn’t want to leave but he made her suffer. She didn’t want to be alone but she was too proud to ask. Was the tiredness stripping them to their bare emotions?


Amber eye’s were glued to the ground. Harry was looking at her intensely, but broke the long stare as she finally lifted her head. Her dazzling eyes piercing right through him. He could feel her glance on his lips…

Notes

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