I walked into my house feeling completely exhausted. Getting Harry to let me go was a battle once again. He mostly didn't want to let go because we'd been making love for a better part of the afternoon. It was harder for him to let go after that than when we'd just been watching a movie or hanging out with the other boys. I tried not to look at Eleanor during my goodbye with Harry because she was smirking. She knew that his wishing for me not to go was pointless and he'd never have to do it again after this week.
I was startled out of my thoughts when Charles bounded into the hallway smiling widely at me. I was nervous. It was strange for him to look so happy about something, especially something that involved me. He kissed me sweetly. I looked at him with a curious expression.
"Hi Charlie." I knew I sounded suspicious but I didn't really care.
"Kitten." Charles chuckled quietly.
I lifted my eyebrow at him, "What is going on? Why are you acting so weird?"
Charles beamed at me, "I got something for you." He pulled and envelope from his back pocket, holding it in the air. Charles smirked a little then laid the envelope in my hand gently. I still looked at him completely confused. What could he have gotten me?
I opened the white envelope and my heart stopped. I gazed at Charles with wide eyes and an open mouth. As much as the idea scared me, I threw my arms around Charles and hugged him tightly. Charles kissed my neck tenderly as I clung to him. I gripped his shirt as a way of keeping myself standing. I felt like I couldn't breathe and my heart was now racing.
"One Direction is the right band, isn't it?" Charles asked quietly. I nodded against his shoulder quickly. "Good." He laughed before pushing me away gently. "One condition on this though." Charles grinned. I stared at him waiting for him to say it. "I know that usually you'd ask Katy or one of your girlfriends to go with you but...I want to take you. It'll be like a date night. I know that we have a benefit Sunday night and usually those are date nights, but why not this too?" Charles smiled at me. I just nodded quickly. I didn't know what to say. Thoughts were flooding my mind at ten thousand miles a minute. I felt as though I couldn't even see straight. Charles kissed me once again, still smirking, "You can thank me when I get back from this meeting with the head of accounting." I smiled weakly at Charles as he headed for the door. "I'll be back in a few hours. I'll try not to get kicked out of another business for shouting at my employees." I shook my head and laughed a little. "Bye Kitten."
Once Charles stepped out of the house, my body collapsed on the hallway floor. I couldn't catch my breath and my vision blurred. What was I going to do? Harry wanted me backstage. I could only lie to him for so long. When he walked out onto the stage, he was going to see Charles standing at my side. What was I going to do? Harry had a way of letting me and the people standing around me know that I was his girl. It was subtle but noticeable. It could be felt. I grabbed my phone from my purse. I waited through many moments of ringing before I heard a laugh on the other end.
"Hello?" The sweet voice I need so much, greeted me happily.
"Katy." I breathed nearing a sob.
"Oh my God. Enola? What's wrong? What's wrong?" Katy sounded panicked hearing my broken voice.
"He got me tickets to Harry's show. What am I supposed to do? What do I do?" I said trying to fight back the tears.
"Enola." Katy sighed sadly.
"I don't know what to do, Katy." I heaved. "If Harry sees him, I don't know what he'll do. I don't know. I don't want Harry to end up hurt." I struggled to get the words out.
"Enola, I hate to say it but do you remember a few months ago when I said you were a fucking idiot?" Katy asked quietly. I finally let out a sob. "This would be why. You should've left when Harry found out you were married. I know this isn't what you want to her but it's the truth. I'll come over right now. We can figure something out." Katy stated sadly. I just agreed with a whimper. "Sit tight, honey." Katy murmured before hanging up.
...and so it begins...