I sat silently beside Charles. The car ride was slightly uncomfortable. He was a little upset with how much attention Harry had paid to me. The rest of the boys were a little more subtle with their hellos and signs of disapproval. Charles still noticed that the boys had all waved to me or given me the nod. I didn't even know how to address the issue with Charles. I was fresh out of lies for the evening.
"Enola." Charles spoke quietly. I looked at him and hummed softly. "I have to go back to the office tonight. It was Scott that called while we were at the concert. We have to go over somethings for the big meeting tomorrow. A lot of new things surfaced while he was looking through files from the last year. He says something looks wrong, almost like there is money missing." Charles explained. I nodded and turned my head back to the window. "I'm sorry, kitten. I know I said it was date night and this isn't how we wanted it to end but if there's money missing." Charles sounded genuinely sad.
I shook my head, "No. No. If there's something really wrong, go. You have a responsibility to your clients. I understand that. I don't feel all that well anyway. My stomach is all oogy."
"Again?" Charles sounded worried.
I nodded, "Yeah. We've had dinner out a couple of times. It must be something that I've eaten. I'm not really used to that."
"Maybe you should sleep." Charles suggested.
"No. I think I am just going to take something then head to my studio, finish up the things I've been working on." I stated calmly. I was going to go to Harry. I didn't want him to be left alone to stew in his anger. It would make my visit with him the next day rough. I didn't want to argue with him.
Charles looked at me with annoyed eyes, "You know you still have to go to the benefit with me on Sunday, right? Even if you're not feeling well. I paid for both of us to go and that's the way it has to be. I need you at my side that night."
"I know Charlie. I just want to finish then I can sleep tomorrow during the day. I'll be fine." I smiled to reassure him. Charles nodded slowly; he still didn't like the answer.
"Alright, well, I'm just going to drop you off at home then go to the office." Charles stated sourly. I agreed without a word. I could tell that I irritated him.
I stepped onto Harry's floor with a sigh. I knew he was going to be in a bad mood when he opened the door. I smiled a bit when I saw Zayn stepping off the opposite elevator with his security man. They were laughing and joking around. I let them walk ahead of me, I wasn't in a huge hurry to get to Harry's room. I walked slowly behind them, mostly staring at my feet. Zayn spun to me quickly, stopping me in an instant. I looked up at him with confused eyes.
"Is there a reason that you're not speaking to me?" Zayn inquired quietly. I shrugged and chewed on the inside of my cheek. "Bullshit. What's wrong?" Zayn laughed. I just shook my head. "Come on. You never really talk to me. Is there a reason why?"
I shook my head, "You never really talk to me either."
Zayn laughed, "We'll sometimes it's kind of difficult when my best mate's tongue is shoved down your throat." I blushed and pulled my hair over my shoulder. "Can we talk for a moment?" Zayn inquired gently. I shrugged. Zayn said goodnight to his security man. "So, Enola." Zayn began.
"E." I corrected him quietly.
"E." Zayn smiled a bit, recognizing the nickname the other boys had given me. I blushed again. "How are you? I know that the last time I saw you, you and Harry were having a bit of a rough time."
I shrugged once more, "I'm fine. We're fine."
"That's not what it looked like when we were on stage." Zayn mused with a lifted eyebrow.
"An intense rush of emotions brought on by the stimulus of our surroundings." I rationalized for him.
Zayn chuckled, "Harry was jealous of the way your husband was holding you and you felt guilty."
"Well if want to make us sound like a couple of unhinged people..." I muttered under my breath.
"You are." Zayn laughed again. I stared at him dumbfounded. "He can't see anything but you. He doesn't think about anything or anyone else. And you..." Zayn sighed. "You're doing whatever you want, regardless of the consequences."
"Did you ask to speak to me to try and make me feel bad?" I snapped quietly.
Zayn huffed quietly, "No. I...Harry...he's my brother. " I listened carefully to what he had to say. "And he loves you so much. More than I've ever seen him love anyone or anything. And Louis obviously can't get through to either of you. Niall stopped trying too. And Liam doesn't want Harry to be upset with him. I like you. I really do. I think that you are...I love seeing Harry so happy. He is a different man since he met you. I don't want him to get hurt. I just want to know that you're not stringing him along, I guess. I wanna know that you really love him and that you're going to leave Charles to be with him for the rest of your lives." I smiled and lifted myself onto my toes. I kissed Zayn's cheek gently.
"You're a wonderful friend. I'm glad he has you." I murmured. Zayn was shocked as I stepped away from him toward Harry's room. Just then Dale walked out of Paul's room. "Hey Dale, can you let me into Harry's room?" I heard Zayn groan then walk into his room.
"Is there a reason you're not knocking?" Dale chuckled.
"I didn't really want to wake him if he's already gone to sleep." I replied. I frowned, "And I think he might be a little upset with me."
"He didn't say anything to anyone about it if he is. Mostly, he just looked exhausted when we got back. He might be asleep." Dale replied trying to make me feel better. I nodded and thanked him as he let me into the room.
I crawled into bed completely naked behind Harry. He was in a dead sleep and I didn't really want to wake him. I snuggled against him, resting my breasts on his back and wrapping my arm around his waist. I bit my lip as I thought of teasing him while he slept but decided against it. He needed the rest and the comfort of just sleeping beside me. I kissed his shoulder blades slowly and lovingly. I glanced around the room in an effort to find out what his state of mind was before he went to sleep. I contained a giggle when I saw that his laptop was on the nightstand, still opened. He had the video we made in Italy pulled up. It looked as though he only watched half of it. He had been feeling cheeky before he went to bed. I gave in and smoothed my hand from his abs down to the bulge in his briefs. I giggled when I felt that he was still slightly hard. I gently worked my hand back and forth, caressing him gently. I wanted him to be fully hard by the time he actually woke up. I swept my lips across his back and up the back of his neck with care. He hummed in his sleep before murmuring my name. I stopped caressing Harry's through his underwear. I chewed my lips as I slipped my hand into the waistband of his briefs. Harry quickly grabbed my wrist and removed my hand from his underwear.
"I'm not in the mood, Enola." Harry grumbled at me.
I giggled, "That's not what the open laptop is telling me." Harry huffed and pulled the blanket further up his shoulder. "Harry, talk to me." I murmured kissing his back again.
"I didn't like seeing him holding you like that. I hold you like that." Harry replied.
"Baby, you holding me and Charlie holding me feels different. With you it feels right. He holds me to let other men know that I am married to him. I know that you hold me to show me that you love me, because you just want to be close to me." I said trying to make him feel better. Harry looked back at me for just a moment then returned to facing away from me. "Harry, come on, baby. I know that seeing us together hurt. Believe me, I wanted to be in my usual section with Eleanor and your guys' friends. This was the only way I was going to get out of the house tonight. It was the only way."
"No." Harry grunted. "You could've told him to fuck off then walked out of his life. Leaving him would've been another way." I sat up quickly then made Harry lie on his back. I straddled his hips and pressed my hands into his chest with a bit of force.
"I told you that the lawyer is working on it. We are so close to being together the way we should be. He said he's really close to filing. Maybe another week or two. It will be alright, Bear. I promise." Harry just turned his eyes away from mine. "Harry Styles, look at me." I commanded. Harry gazed up at me with defeated eyes. "I love you. I've never loved anyone the way I love you. You are my heart and soul. My muse and my safest place to hide. I will never let you go to be with Charles. I want you. I NEED you." Harry just stared at me. "Come on, who else knows that I am afraid of the most ridulous things?" Harry choked back a laugh. "You are the only one who knows about the saran wrap fear." Harry started laughing loudly. I giggled hearing his loud, crazy cackle. Harry wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me down so I laid on top of him.
Sorry it's so short and a little boring but we need the set up don't we? :)