Dark Star

My doubts continued, until I realised working for Harry was the only way I was going to see him without our parents questioning our motives. I knew my parents were already a little unhappy about my working with Harry, so having a legitimate reason to see him kind of kept them off my back.

Not that I told them straight away.

The next morning, I snuck out of the house and made my way to Harry’s house next door, the butterflies in my tummy working overtime. I did not know what to expect and to be honest I was a little suspicious. I didn’t think Harry had enough work for me to do, to justify what he was paying me. It somehow seemed like a warped idea designed to spend time with me. But I pushed my doubts to the side and rang the doorbell.

I was surprised when Harry’s Mother answered the door, despite the fact that it should not have surprised me at all. I mean, it was her house, why wouldn’t she be there? She greeted me politely and I tried to hide my nervousness as she led me through the house and into their open plan kitchen and living room.

Harry stood at the coffee machine and turned to smile at me.

“Hey there.” He said cheerfully.

“Hi.” I smiled back self-consciously. I could feel Anne’s eyes on me and although I could see from the corner of my eye that she smiling, there was a distinct chill in the air.

“Feel like a coffee?” Harry asked and I nodded.

“Sounds good.”

I sat down on the stool to watch him, when Anne suddenly appeared at my elbow.

“I hear that you’re working for Harry.” She said.

“Yes… he asked if I could help out.” I said.

“Harry, there’s no need to waste Ali’s time. I can easily take care of those queries… it’s not as if you’ve been flooded with them…”

I did not miss the look on Harry’s face as he carefully poured my coffee.

“There’s no need… Ali can handle it. She’s done it before and everything was fine.” He replied in a low, firm voice, turning his steely gaze to his Mother.

“I heard about the charity function you attended not long ago.” Anne persisted, her tone still light and friendly. I could not help but cringe at the memory of Harry skipping the entire function, unable to handle the attention.

“Yeah?” Harry said as he sipped his coffee.

“There’s no need for you to be making appearances Harry. I’m not sure what convinced you that was the right thing to do.”

I refrained from cringing again, knowing that I was the person who had convinced Harry to attend and then had been totally useless when it came to stopping from Harry walking out.

“He’s not ready.” Anne continued and I realised she was talking to me. “He’s just not ready.”

“So I won’t do it again.” Harry cut in. “Okay?”

Anne opened her mouth to reply before changing her mind. She pursed her lips for a moment before smiling.

“Okay then. I’ll leave you guys to it.” She said before picking up her handbag and heading for the door.
“Fuck.” Harry breathed.
Our eyes met and he looked apologetic.
“Sorry about that.” He said.
“It’s okay.” I said lightly.
“She just gets a little paranoid about stuff.” He said. I nodded and we drank our coffee in silence.
“But why wouldn’t you be ready?” I blurted. “You’ve been in the public eye all your life; why wouldn’t you be ready?”
“Because I’m not.” Harry said, looking away. “She’s right.”
He placed his little espresso cup in the sink and turned his back on me for a few moments as I awkwardly continued to drink my coffee. But seconds later he was leading me up the stair and into his bedroom where the laptop was set up. The tension by then had eased and as he explained a couple of tasks. Basically all I had to do was fend off people who kept hassling him for appearances, performances or anything. Apparently people had reached out to Harry via his ex-management team. Harry hinted that he had left of bad terms and his ex-managers had no problems giving out his personal email address or phone numbers, hence the overflow of requests.
“Why don’t you change numbers?” I asked and he shrugged his shoulders as avoided my eyes.
“I usually just ignore them… I can’t be bothered dealing with people.” He said. “But on the other hand I don’t mind seeing what they have to say.”
It was a strange response but I just nodded. I was busy looking at the screen when I noticed Harry watching me from the corner of my eye. I turned to face him and we smiled. It set the tone for the day and I enjoyed spending time with him. While I replied to a few emails, Harry stretched out on the couch and read the newspaper, occasionally making a comment.
By the end of my ‘shift’ we were lying on the couch together deep in conversation. We talked about anything and everything, but I noticed how he always steered the conversation toward me. I didn’t mind though. I had not reconnected with any of my old friends and I was pretty much a loner. If it weren’t for working at the Black Cat or Harry, I would probably be holed up at home listlessly looking through job ads and applying for none.
Harry had to leave in the afternoon and I did not question him, although I guessed he was going to his therapy session. I wondered if he would go to the Black Cat afterwards. But once again I did not question him.
The next day followed the same pattern and by the third day there was no work to be done, but I showed up anyway. He seemed pleased to see me though and I could not help but admire him as he walked into the kitchen to make his customary coffee.
“Would you believe I used to hate the stuff?” He said as he flipped the switch on the coffee machine. I was too busy checking him out to reply. His long hair was scraped back into a small bun and he wore no T-Shirt, giving me a chance to gaze at his tattoos without him noticing me.
“Do you like them?” He asked and I found myself blushing.
“Ah, there’s a lot of them.” I stammered. “How many do you have?”
“I lost count.” He winked as placed the coffees on the counter before leaning on it himself. “So are you free today?”
“I’m here aren’t I?” I smiled. “What do you have planned?”
“Nothing.” He said. “Maybe we could hang out.”
“Did you want to do something?”
“Like what?” He asked as he downed his espresso.
“I don’t know… like go out or something?”
“Go out where?”
I paused for a moment before choosing my words carefully.
“Maybe go out… for lunch or maybe a movie.”
He looked at me doubtfully.
“I don’t know.” He finally said.
“Why not?” I asked. “You haven’t even bothered to take me out on a date.”
I laughed in a bid to lighten the mood, but he was starting to look uncomfortable.
“I don’t go out.” He told me.
“You go to the Black Cat.” I pointed out.
“Yeah, well that’s different.” He said. “I know everybody there and anyway… they usually leave me alone.”
A pang of jealousy hit me at his words. I had overheard the girls talking about Harry during one of my late shifts. They had no idea I even knew him, so I had listened with interest.
“He’s so fucking hot.” Chloe had said. She was a pretty blonde with blue eyes and a killer figure. She continued to describe what she’d like to do to him in graphic terms and the other girls had giggled in agreement. I had just kept my mouth shut, but it had been hard to get it out of my mind.
“What does usually leave you alone mean?” I could not help but ask and Harry smiled.
“You gotta tell your boss that those girls need to keep their mind on the job.” He said and I made a face.
“Really? Why would you say that?” I asked but he just smiled and shook his head.
We gazed each other for a few moments before I tried again.
“So how about that date then?”
But he sighed and just looked at me.
“You don’t want to be seen with me?” I persisted.
“It’s not that and you know it.” He mumbled. “I just can’t handle other people.”
“What? You think you’re going to be mobbed or something?” I asked and he shrugged. “Listen, why don’t we try going out once… just once and see what happens.”
He did not speak for a few moments before he finally shrugged.
“Okay.” He said.
“I promise to protect you.” I said moving close to him. He stepped forward to pin me against the counter, his hands resting on my hips.
“Yeah?” He said softly. “You’d do that?”
I nodded and he smiled at me before licking his lips. Without warning he turned me around to make me face the counter while he stood behind me. He pressed against him, allowing me to feel how hard he was, as his hand reached in to my jeans.
“What are you doing?” I murmured.
He did not answer as the jeans were unzipped and his hand slowly slid beneath my underwear.
“Harry-”
“Nobody’s home.” He breathed into my ear and I found myself relaxing as his fingers began to gently rub me. I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation of his touch. We had not been intimate since that night in the gazebo and so I was weak with desire. Even though he had just barely started, I could feel myself throbbing, his fingers working a little faster, almost as if he could tell how much I was turned on.
“Does that feel good?” He murmured before I felt his lips on the side of my neck, gently nibbling and kissing as he continued to pleasure me. I moaned in response, unable to form any coherent words. His other hand reached under my top to cup my breast and I could not help but moan again. His hands and his mouth did not let up and it was not long before I could feel myself reaching my high.
His fingers suddenly stopped, causing me to half turn my head in disappointment, but after a small pause I felt him insert his slicked finger inside me.
“Oh my God.” I mumbled as he picked up the pace again, inserting a second finger. I could not help but thrust into his fingers, pressing back onto his crotch in the process. I had to place my hands onto the kitchen counter to steady myself as I felt a third finger enter me.
“Let go.” He said and almost on cue I found myself coming loudly, my moans echoing through the kitchen as I clutched that counter. A shot of pleasure coursed through me as I came as Harry’s lips returned to my neck, calming me as I came down from my high. Harry turned me around to face him and I nestled my head onto his chest.
“I can’t believe we haven’t gone on one date.” I said and he softly laughed.
“All in good time.” He said. “But first, let’s go upstairs…”

Notes

I'm sorry it's taken me so long to update. To be honest, I've barely written for over a month.
I'll try my best to make sure I update more quickly as I know what it's like when you're following a story and the author takes forever to update.

Hope you enjoyed this chapter and please take the time to comment... it really does give me motivation to write and I also like to hear what you guys have to say!

PS: Sorry about the spacing issues, but every time I try to fix it, the chapter gets deleted...