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Fool's Gold

Chapter 31

I rushed around the bedroom. I was trying to get ready for the opera. I wished that Harry would've given me more of a warning than he did. It always took him a few minutes to get ready. I sighed as I looked in the mirror. I scolded myself for not bringing another dress. I hated this one but I also wasn't expecting to need it. It was a bold red dress that grazed the floor. There was a slit in the dress that reached mid-thigh. The front dipped low between my breasts and the back had the same v shaped cut as the front. Thankfully the straps were thicker making it look like I was more covered than I actually was. I grabbed my wrap from the edge of the bed and covered myself. I hated this dress.
I walked down the stairs carefully in my black high heels. I hated those too. They were an unnatural thing. Harry was waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs. I then noticed his eyes were glued to me. I blushed as he took my hand in his.
"Does this look alright?" I asked. Harry didn't say anything. "I'll go find something else." I said trying to turn away from him.
He stopped me, "Don't. You look amazing." He looked me over once again, "More than amazing. You look..." He trailed off. HE then touched my hair gently. I had it fastened into a messy, side swept style. "Come on. We're going to be late for our dinner reservation." He pulled me toward the door gently.

Harry and I entered the opera house closely. He led me in like the gentleman that he was. His elbow extended to me, I gripped his forearm gently. After a moment or two of waiting in a line, Harry leaned over and kissed my lips sweetly. As he pulled back, I lifted my eyebrow at him.
He gave me a cheeky smile, "I love you." I blushed and dropped my head, gazing down at the floor. I squeezed his arm a little tighter. When I lifted my head, I noticed that there were a bunch of older men looking at me, jaws hanging open. I giggled. Harry did the guy thing again. He let every other man in the room know that I was his. I thought it was kind of cute but I didn't like that he got jealous. I flew half way around the world to be with him. He didn't need to be jealous. I then followed him toward a staircase. I looked around confused.
"Baby, are you sure this is the right way?" I inquired. He just smiled at me as he led me up the stairs. I kept close to him. I wasn't very good at walking in heels even though I should've been a professional. Harry stopped then checked the ticket in his pocket.
"Come on, love." He tugged me to the side gently. My jaw dropped as he took me into a box seat. I gazed at him flabbergasted. "What? Are these bad?" He appeared a bit worried.
"Harry, these are some of the best seats in the house. How did you get them?" I couldn't shake my astonishment as I took my seat.
HE shrugged, "When I called to get them, I told her my name for the reservation and she kind of had a mini freak out. I think the girl working might have been a fan."
I stared at him blankly, "She gave you box seats toward the front. She was totally a fan." Harry shrugged again and sat down beside me. I grasped his hand quickly. "I can't believe you used your name to get these." I giggled.
Harry sighed, "I didn't do it on purpose, Enola."
I gazed at him sadly, "I didn't mean it like that. I meant to make a reservation. I thought that you would've used my name or a fake one."
"I'm sorry for snapping." Harry murmured after a moment.
I leaned over and kissed him softly, "I accept your apology. I would never think that you'd exploit yourself for my benefit."
"Why do you say that? Most people say "it's okay" when someone apologizes." Harry seemed intrigued.
I shrugged, "If you say, it’s okay; it’s like saying that the issue wasn't hurtful or anything. When you say I accept your apology, you don't give people the idea that what they did was okay to do."
Harry beamed at me, "That's actually really clever."
I turned my eyes away as I murmured, "Been hurt too many times using the other phrase." Harry squeezed my hand tightly, trying to give me comfort.
"I'm sorry." He said again.
I shook my head, "Don't worry about it." If he knew the truth about what I said, he wouldn't feel sympathetic any longer. He appeared to be upset with how aloof and cold I had gotten all of a sudden. This was why I was a terrible person for letting him fall in love with me. He gripped my hand even tighter.

I giggled and jumped from the car before Harry even cut the engine of the car. I had spent the last ten minutes of our journey to the villa teasing him. Kissing his neck lightly, caressing his thigh, whispering naughty things to him. He was flustered and certain that he was going to get pulled over for losing concentration more than once. As soon as he shut off the car, I heard the door slam and his heavy footsteps. HE caught me around the waist as we reached the steps of the front porch. I sighed when his lips connected with my neck roughly. He wrapped his arms around me to cup my breasts tenderly. I smirked when I felt his rock hard cock pressing against my bum. "Are you going to take me here or are you going to bring me inside first?" I asked reaching back between us.
He groaned, "Get in the house." I moved up the stairs quickly, Harry right behind me every step. As I reached for the door, Harry spun me to face him then pushed me into the side of the house. He kissed me hard and passionately. I wrapped one arm around his neck and reached for the door handle. I quickly popped the door open then dragged Harry inside by his shirt collar. Harry slammed me against the wall then kicked the door shut. He backed out of the kiss then rested his forehead to mine. There was the fire in his eyes I saw many times while in Ireland. Harry slid his hand into the slit of my dress, gliding his hand up my thigh. "Such a naughty girl." He growled lowly. I giggled as he took my wrists in his free hand and pinned them to the wall above my head. I moaned softly when he pushed my panties aside and pushed his fingers against my clit.
"Is this what you want?" Harry teased, whispering seductively in my ear.
"Um, Harry?" My face dropped as did Harry's at the sound of his name from an all too familiar voice. Harry and I both looked to where the voice came from. There in the hall beside us were four very attractive men about Harry's age.
Harry's eyes darkened, "What are you doing here, Louis?"
"This is a little uncomfortable, I agree." Louis replied motioning to the fact that Harry's hand was still up my dress and between my legs. Harry released me completely. I quickly turned my back to the boys, mortified at what they had seen.
"What are you doing here?" Harry held his massively angry tone.
"Checking in on you." The voice I knew to be Liam stated, trying to sound happy.
"You could've called." Harry was getting angrier by the second.
"So you could ignore us again?" Louis asked sarcastically.
Harry huffed, "You should've called."
"Well, we didn't. We wanted to meet Enola." Zayn replied quickly. At the sound of my name I turned my head. All of the boys were blushing madly.
"Hello there." Niall's sweet Irish accent giggled as he waved. I couldn't help but smile myself and wave back. Harry looked back at me with a gentle smile.
"Hello Enola." The other three boys chuckled.
I laughed, "Hello boys." They all blushed a bit deeper. "Why don't you lovely boys all take a seat in the living room and I'll go make some tea." I suggested.
Harry looked at me with shocked eyes, "Noli."
I patted his chest and kissed his cheek, "Don't be rude, love. They're your friends." Harry groaned and let his head drop back.
"Fine. Come on, boys." Harry motioned for all of them to go into the living room. As they filed into the living room, Harry smacked my bum causing a squeal to erupt from my lips. He smirked as I hustled into the kitchen.



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