Abditory [H.S]

14

Just a few things to clear up; George is musty af but wears expensive gucci perfumes, and Alberto (luella's dad) is also musty, wearing those cheap local perfumes.

That's it, enjoy.

Luella Jones

I'm sitting across Harry on our couch in the living room now.

I'm sitting properly though, while his arse has his legs spread on it like he might as well give birth now, him dressed in that black dress shirt too isn't helping because he looks hot.

His hair falls on his lower neck like the usual, his curls hanging like the perfect noodle straps.

Why does he have to look so beautiful.

But anyways, let's not forget that he traps you like a damn mouse everyday, Luella.

I feel his gaze on me again, turning my head to see him looking at me, not smirking, which is weird because I thought that's what the boy was mostly good at, but I catch that friendly glimpse in his eyes for a second, before it's replaced with the usual smirk.

If I played a game called 'take a shot everytime Harry smirks', I'd be drunk as hell in two minutes.

I don't think his parents taught him how to smile when he was young.

Speaking of his parents, I hear his dad say something about a car company, making my head turn at that mention. "If I ever think of retiring soon, I know exactly who to put in charge of the company instead. I've been training my son for years now, he knows the ins and outs of it like a pro, and I know he can handle that type of business." Goerge says as he looks at Harry smiling, while Harry doesn't even blink at that thought, clearly unbothered by the fact he has his whole future planned out for him.

Cars company- that explains the different car changes every day.

I guess you learn something new about Mr. Curls every day then.

I don't even really care about this business meeting, all they keep talking about is either money, or just both of them showing off something they have.

I swear you'd think they're like two grandpas, telling stories to each other as they play chess and drink tea.

It's funny because in this case, they're just old men smoking cigerattes like some sort of poor civilians.

Well, my dad anyways, Harry's dad looks like he poops money.

My mom nudges my shoulder a bit, motioning me to follow her to the kitchen.

Okay, this is my chance, let me do this right.

I pour some wine into glasses and put them on a tray, just like she asked.

I go over my plan seven times in my head, making sure I don't mess it up.

As I walk into the living room, I go to serve George and then my dad, Alberto, moving forward onto Harry's.

When I push the tray in front of him, I pull it up before he has the chance to capture the glass well, making the wine spill all over his shirt.

Hehe.

Good luck with getting trapped in a wet shirt now, curly.

"Fuck!" He gets up immediately, cursing when he realizes the wine stains his shirt.

This is too funny to not laugh at.

"Oh my god I'm so sorry!" I quickly apologize, seeming to be shocked by what just happened.