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I got out of the car the second Harry has parked in the driveway. It has been another very long day and I can't wait to catch up on some sleep. As always, there was no problem at the library. At the daycare center though, it's a different story. The kids have always been... playful and would usually settle down once Ms. Ungermeyer* gives them the look, but she was on leave today. Poor Mrs. James and I were left to scurry off after them. All the chasing for almost four hours straight had drained most of my energy that I had to decline Harry's offer to go bowling after dinner. I had just fetched him from the airport and had dinner at a restaurant near there.
Taking out my keys, I unlocked my front door and headed straight to the bedroom.
"Babe, you left your phone in the car," Harry says as I hear the front door being closed.
With a sigh, I place my bag on the desk and sit on the chair. I bend down to take my shoes off and walk towards the drawers.
"Y/N?" I hear Harry enter the room.
"Hmm?" I pick an old band shirt with cut out sleeves and hang it on my shoulder. "Oh, you can just put my phone on the bed." I tell him as I move to another drawer to fish out some pajama shorts.
"Uh, why is an Emma asking you to take her shift tomorrow?"
I freeze. "What?"
Turning around, I see Harry standing in the doorway looking at me expectantly as he holds up my phone. I immediately stride towards him and grab it, making him raise his eyebrows in surprise.
"Who's that?" He asks as I place the phone under my pillow.
"That's just someone from uni," I lie. Returning to my drawers, I pretend to go through my clothes when I actually didn't want him to see my face as I desperately think of a good cover up. "She probably just sent that to me by accident."
"But the text was clearly addressed to you, Y/N." He asks, now standing beside me.
Crap.
"She probably has a lot of Y/Ns in her contacts and just selected my name by mistake." I see him eyeing me suspiciously out of the corner of my eye, but I just shrug and pretend I haven't noticed it. I quickly grab the pair of shorts that was on top of the pile and move towards my bed.
"Can you leave my room for a minute?" I can feel his eyes on me as I drop my clothes on the bed. "I need to-"
"Are you working?"
"No," I scoff, attempting to make my lying more believable. "I already told you-"
"Look at me." Well, shit.
"I need to change, Harry. Can you just please-"
"Look at me, Y/N." He cuts me off for the third time tonight, his voice becoming stern.
I take a deep breath and slowly turn around, bravely meeting his eyes. His eyebrows are furrowed as he crosses his arms over his chest.
"Are you working?" He asks again.
I gulp. His beautiful, green eyes stare at me with such an intensity that makes me want to look away. I don't want Harry to know about my jobs, but right now, I know couldn't lie to him. Not face-to-face.
"Yes." I mutter, staring at the floor. "But it's really not that big of a deal," I laugh weakly. "Now if you don't mind, I have to-"
He quickly strides towards me, a hand reaching out to press a finger to my lips, cutting me off mid-sentence, yet again.
