𝖎𝖓𝖖𝖚𝖎𝖘𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖛𝖊.

006.

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THERE WAS A POSSIBILITY that Estella could be her real self, not the person she portrayed herself as for the media or others that she showed everything was okay no matter what. Both she and Harry had been through hell and back, even though she knew his story more than he knew hers. He wasn't going to pressure her because he knew a woman who kept secrets kept them for a reason.

While he sat in his office, he thought about her. About them and how things had been going so far. He didn't think of Destiny when he was with Estella. He would never compare the two of them, even if they somewhat looked alike, there was no actual comparison. Destiny tore his heart apart at a very young age and that will always attach to him like a leech no matter what he did.

Estella was a beautiful, independent woman who wasn't afraid to let him open up to her. It was a scary thing, really. That going through so much traumatic experience at a young age could distinguish a person's character. Harry can certainly say he's changed a lot, and he's not the man he used to be.
Estella brought the happiness out of him, the fun, exciting Harry trapped deep within his soul. He just needed someone to dig deep and pull it out, and that's exactly what she did to him. He hadn't felt this happy in a long time and it was a great feeling-to feel free once again. But things never lasted forever.

The sound of his phone ringing knocked him out of his conscious, blinking at the wall before turning to look down at his iPhone, Estella's name popping right up before he answered it. "Yes, ma'am."

"Are you busy?" She asked with a quiet voice.

"Not really, why?"

"Well, I was hoping you would want to come over. We could watch movies and I'll make dinner. Or, you could bring over Chinese."

"Dinner and a movie? Sounds romantic. You trying to impress me?" He smirked, slowly spinning in his chair.

"Oh please, as if you aren't impressed enough."

"Yeah, yeah. I'll be over by five."

"Okay, bye Daddy."

Harry suddenly froze in his seat, halting all actions as his ears recollected the word she let out her mouth, a hint of sultry behind it and that only caused his chest to tighten. Stimulating the hot blood in his body as he gulped and rearranged himself in his slacks. Wondering why that had such a huge effect on him. "U-um, bye."

Estella smirked down at her phone before hanging up, turning around only to scream and hold her chest when Raye jumped out from the corner of her door, scaring her half to death. "Snot-face!"

"Raye? ​Why​ do you hate me so much?!" She breathed, laughing and pulling her tall friend in for a hug.

"I don't hate you. I love you with all my big heart." She kissed her cheek, Estella cringing at her happiness. "What's up with you? And why are you here? I have a date in like three hours."

Raye snapped her head back to her after looking around the place. "Wait! You're still seeing pretty rich boy?"

"I am," she laughed. "What's it to you?"
"He's cute, it's a shame I'm married," she jokes. "You should go for it. He's adorable."

"Mmm, not just adorable."

"How old is he again?"