Gemma and Eleanor were speaking to each other about the latest stupid stunts the boys had pulled together. I just smiled as I listened to the stories. I loved hearing about how Harry would act like a complete fool. Gemma exhaled heavily as she stopped laughing. I felt even more uncomfortable as her gaze fell on me.
"So, Enola," Gemma began. "Does your husband know about my brother?" Gemma asked with attitude. I was shocked. How did she know anything about it? "Louis told my mum and I. I assume that is what Mum and Harry are talking about right now." Gemma announced seeing both mine and Eleanor's shocked faces. "So, does your husband know about my brother?" Gemma asked again.
I shook my head, "No. He does not."
Gemma nodded, "And you say you love Harry, right?" I nodded quickly. "Are you leaving your husband? Or are you going to just tear my brother to pieces and stay with your husband?"
"I am working on leaving. I am trying to find a lawyer that I can trust so I can file for divorce." I answered. Gemma looked at me questioningly. I sighed, "The man I am married to is very wealthy and very powerful. I must plan every move of this carefully. I do not want to deal with any major problems." I hated repeating myself.
"It seems to me sleeping with an international pop star is not a carefully planned moved." Gemma's salty tone stung a bit.
I ran my hand through my hair nervously, "I know. But Harry is...he's Harry and it's very hard not to love him or let him get his way. I tried to leave. I told him that I would just go when he told me that he knew. But he wouldn't let me. We’ve talked it over I don't know how many times in the last day." I rested my chin on my fist as I pushed my food around my plate.
"What, E? He wants to be with you. Why do you look so sad?" Eleanor smiled warmly to comfort me.
I smiled weakly, "He deserves so much better." I then felt a hand on the back of my neck.
"Nobody is better than you, baby." Harry whispered into my ear before kissing my neck lightly. "You're my everything." He stated before moving around the table. Harry sat down at the table between his sister and his mother. He smiled brightly at me when my eyes met his. I couldn't help but smile back at him. His smile was contagious.
"So, Enola, Harry tells me that you're an artist? What kind of things do you do?" His mother asked trying to get a conversation going with me.
I giggled a bit, "You mean he didn't rattle of the list of things I practice and tell you all of his favorites already?" Anne, Gemma and Eleanor all started laughing quietly as Harry blushed.
"You’re very good at what you do, Noli. I see no reason why I can't brag about how amazing you are." Harry stated with a cheesy smile.
"So you tell me all the time, baby." I sighed softly.
"What?" Harry looked a bit miffed at me.
"All I saying is, I've not won as many contests as you think. And I've not made it into a major gallery." I stated sadly.
"Yet. You'll get there. I know you will." Harry assured me. His conviction was evident in his voice and in his eyes. I just nodded. I disagreed with Harry. "Enola." Harry's voice deepened a bit. My eyes met his again. "He's wrong. You will make it." Harry's voice stayed deep and he sounded almost angry. I nodded shyly, not used to seeing his anger directed at me.
"Who is wrong?" Gemma asked Harry quickly.
Harry shook his head and smiled, "Nobody, Gemma." I gazed at Harry curiously. The smile on his face and the tone of his voice let me know that was exactly what he thought of Charles.
Hello my darlings,
So a lot of you have probably seen that I have started another story. While I am drafting and getting all of that stuff together, this is still my main focus. I promise I WILL NOT leave you guys hanging here. I swear that I will keep most of my focus on Harry and Enola.