Sugar (Harry Styles)

10.

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As Daphne mopped the floors to the bakery, Harry spent time cleaning the windows and dusting the high display cases in the front of the shop. It was Saturday afternoon and they had closed up for the day but needed to do some deep cleaning since the shop had seen so much traffic over the past week. 

To occupy their time Harry had asked Daphne to tell another story. He had been thinking a lot about her mythology and thought it was so interesting how she thought the sun was brought up every morning by a winged goddess on a chariot. The ocean’s tide not controlled by the moon but by a powerful god who controlled the waves. He loved how she looked at things so differently.

“Why don’t you tell me one about Aphrodite?” Harry suggested as he dusted the shelves in the shop, Daphne was too short to reach them on her own.

“Oh I don’t know,” she said hesitantly as she tried to think of one.

“Come on, just one.” He said, “And it doesn’t have to be all about her.” He tried to reason with her, he was curious as to why this Aphrodite creature was never a Goddess she wanted to talk about.

Daphne sighed as she looked up at Harry, his smile down at her instantly melting her worry as she wiped down the lower counters.

“Well, fine. How about…” She paused, humming softly to herself before her eyes lit up. “Ah yes, Eros and Psyche.”

Harry was pleased that Daphne agreed and began to listen carefully to her story. Every day he asked for a new myth, something to keep his mind occupied as he baked with her. It was nice, their own story time.

“So,” Daphne began as she continued to clean. “Aphrodite is the Goddess of love, beauty, and pleasure. She was beautiful beyond compare and men sought after her. Zeus was even worried about her beauty causing wars between the gods, so he married her off to one of the ugliest gods imaginable. That didn’t’ stop her from having her fun, if you know what I mean…” Daphne wiggled her eyebrows suggestively at Harry. He felt his throat tighten at the gesture but pushed it away telling himself it was part of the story.

“Anyway, she was vain. Of course when you’re beautiful and full of love, being adored by every man she met it was easy to be so.” She said dismissively, her tone hinting at some bitterness.

“Down on earth there was a princess named Psyche. She was beautiful like Aphrodite, so much so that her altars were left barren so that her sacrifices and gifts could be given to Psyche. This of course made Aphrodite angry. She was jealous that the attention was being take away from her and given to a human.”

Daphne moved closer to Harry as she cleaned the lower shelves, reaching under him as he reached over her. She continued, looking at him periodically to see if he was still listening. Of course every time her eyes fell on him she found them already looking back.

“Because she was so enraged by jealousy she asked her son, Eros the God of Love who is the Greek equivalent of Cupid, to make Psyche fall in love with the ugliest man on the planet.”

“So Eros came to earth and crept into her chambers as she slept. Before he could prick her with his arrow she awoke and startled him. His arrow scratched his leg and he fell in love with her.” Daphne smiled dreamily, she always loved stories about people falling madly in love at first sight.

“He swept her away and cared for her, loved her. They were passionate and physical. Eros was in love and lust, enslaved to her beauty.” She spoke so deeply when she got into her stories; it was something Harry loved about her.