Only Angel 3 [h.s] AU

Our love language

I trudged away from the elevator and towards my apartment, I could hear laughter and music coming from inside. When I open the door, I smell something good cooking. I hear my sister laugh and so does Harry. They are both by the stove, glasses of wine in their hands. It was weird seeing them together, considering this was the first time they were meeting each other and now they're having a good time.

Of course, Harry was pretty charming so it was like two old best friends reunited.

"...I studied a year in Paris for French cuisine, where'd you learn to cook?" I hear my sister challenge Harry.

"My parents private chef taught me a few things, but I was born with this talent." His eyes land on mine and a grin spreads across his lips, the corners of his eyes crinkle and his dimples come out. "Beau!"

"How come you've never introduced me to Harry before?" Cami says as I walk closer. I set my purse down on the kitchen island and sit on a bar stool.

"What are you guys doing?" I ask. "It smells pretty good."

"We are making a roasted chicken dinner," Harry says as he walks towards me, his hands go to the sides of my face and he plants a long tender kiss. I almost felt embarrassed that my sister is here and probably watching so I pull away and give a small laugh.

Harry seems to notice how incredibly tense I am and he excuses himself. I let out a breath. "What's wrong?" Cami asks and I look up at her, a questioning look on my face.

"What?"

"I know that look, Beau." She says and I could not be more confused. "Jeffery Donovan? You dated him for like four months? You used to bring him over for dinner on Sunday's because he'd ask permission to take you to school?"

"What about it?"

"You two were really great, I mean I thought you were going to get married after high school at one point. But then you started to pull away and distance yourself from him," Cami looks at me. "Just like you're doing right now with Harry."

"I am not pulling away from him, I've just had a very long day." I look down to my hands that trace the granite patters on the kitchen island.

"Harry is great, Beau. Too great. I mean I've never seen Brooklyn open up to a stranger the way that she did tonight."

She must not know Harry and I are technically engaged. And I don't think I should say a word until I talk to Harry about it, hopefully he remembers, he was pretty coked up. I don't blame him if he'd call it off. I realize Harry had excused himself for a while now. "I'll be right back, I'm going to go freshen up for dinner." I say, ignoring what she said.

I wasn't upset with Harry, I went looking for answers to his ex-girlfriend and I got them. Maybe a little more than I bargained for but nobody forced me to do it. If anything I felt betrayed by Darien. She was supposed to be my friend, my only friend if anything.

And then I find out that she conspired to video tape me in a non consensual sex tape.

When I enter my bedroom, Harry is sitting on the corner of my bed almost as if he was waiting for me. "Hey." I say, walking towards him.

"Why are you so tense around me all of a sudden?" He asks almost immediately. So he did notice. "Did I do something wrong?"

I stand in front of him, my hands go to the back of his neck and I gently massage him. "No you didn't," I mean, besides the video taping of his past sexual partners to use for blackmail. "I'm just..." I trail off.

Harry looks up at me, expectantly. "You're just what?" He asks. "Did something happen?"

I needed to tell him the truth, I love him too much to lie to him. "I met with Darien and your ex, Hailey." Well, here we go. I expect Harry to lash out, maybe even stand up and walk away from me but all he does is furrow his eyebrows.