Bonded

Chapter Seventeen

Harry swung his legs under his chair as he sat at the dinning room table and waited.

And waited, and waited, and waited.

The supper, that he had been surprisingly happy in helping with, was placed in the middle of the table. The delicious smells were becoming less and less noticeable as the meal cooled more and more.

Ollie was waiting at the table with him, but he, obviously, had much less patience. He threw his head back and released an exasperated sigh. "God, what is taking them so long?" He complained to no one in particular.

Harry shrugged his shoulders but felt a little guilty. He likely knew what was keeping them preoccupied.

Isaac had helped him and Ollie with the meal when they returned home but retreated to the office about fifteen minutes before Daniel was due to arrive. When Daniel arrived, he went straight to the office without even saying hi, as if he knew Isaac was waiting for him.

Harry and Ollie finished supper on their own and got the table all set up for their usual time, but their mealtime had long since come and gone, leaving their dinner looking more like leftovers then a freshly prepared meal.

"Shit, I say we eat without them," Ollie said as he checked his phone one last time. "They're not even bothering to reply." He placed his phone down, on the table beside him and started to dish out the food. He filled his plate before then putting some on Harry's.

Harry looked wide eyed at the meal then back up at Ollie. They could both fell the intense stress, anger and concern coming from the office. Harry did not think eating without their partners was the best way to deal with and alleviate their frustrations.

Ollie understood what Harry was thinking by the look on his face. "Just eat and don't worry about it," he said. "They're not going to want us to starve and we can heat some up for them later." Ollie took a few bites and watched Harry until he reluctantly, took a few bites as well.

"Do you know what's got them so worked up?" Ollie asked him, placing his elbows on the table.

Harry didn't know if his assumptions were true and didn't think Isaac or Daniel would appreciate him guessing. So he mustard up his best lying face, looked up at Ollie and robotically shook his head no.

"You're lying," Ollie said, catching on right away.

"No, I-I'm not," Harry tried to protest, unaware that he definitely looked like he was lying.

"Come on Harry, you at least know something," Ollie tried again. "I don't want to be the only one left in the dark."

Harry frowned, feeling even more guilty. He knew from experience how much it sucked to be the only one who didn't know something. He didn't want to be part of the reason why Ollie felt that way. He also figured that Ollie would find out soon enough anyway. If he worded it as something that happened and not necessarily the reason their partners were freaking out, then it should be okay.

"I-I'm not sure if it's the reason why but I do know something," Harry started.

"What is it? What do you know," Ollie asked, leaning forward in his seat to hear better.

Harry stood up and leaned over the table, in order to whisper the secret to Ollie. "James Wilson came to our office today," he said into Ollie's ear.

Ollie sat back up in stunned silence as Harry sat back down. He continued eating while waiting for Ollie to process the news.

"James Wilson," Ollie eventually said. "The James Wilson, came to your office today? Like intentionally or was there some sort of accident or something?"