Girl Crush ☞ h.s.

[seven]

Harry.

The door to his office opens, Aston's small body coming into view. Harry's lips curve towards the sides a bit. She gives him a small smiles, glancing anywhere but him.

She walks to her desk, his eyes never leaving her. She truly was beautiful. Her long blonde hair was trapped in a bun. He liked that, though he'd also like it down. To run his slender fingers through her long, blonde hair.

He watches her get to work immediately. She lazily pushes through her paperwork, papers scattered about her area space. "You're not one for organization, are you?" He asks. His trademark smirk swoops across his face.

She looks up slowly, eyes meeting his across the room. She's breathless, she doesn't speak. Her nerves are on a wild roller coaster and her stomach churned. No more pushover, she reminds quietly.

Harry grins from her reaction. The amusement is clear in his eyes as he stands from his chair. He slowly makes his way towards her. Her neck tilts further and further back as he gets closer. His height towers over her sitting figure.

"I apologize," he begins, "for the other day." His expression turns serious and he looks over her face, searching for a sign. The girl remains quiet. "Let me make it up to you?" He asks, though it's more of a statement. He says, "Dinner tonight, La Bella. I'll pick you up at eight."

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Wowwwww. I'm at school and I'm updating. 😆 I know I'm amazing.