Harry sent an audio on his cell phone, probably to someone in the head of staff, who passed the order on to the kitchen. While they waited for lunch, Debbra decided to get up and stretch her legs. She also needed to go to the bathroom, but for a moment she wondered if it was okay to ask to use the one in his room. "Is there a bathroom other than yours that I could use?" she asked. He made a face. "Another one? Why? Can't this be the one on your left? It's a great bathroom! Make yourself at home, for God's sake!", he snapped. She didn't retort.
His idol's bathroom, now protected, was on par with the rest of the house and the function it had. It was simply wonderful, it felt like a SPA. All in light marble, with a few details in gray and a few splashes of color here and there. A huge bathtub and two cinematic showers drew attention in a generous shower cubicle. Double vanity sink, elegant cabinets, plants, a beautiful chaise and even a high-resolution TV enhanced the space, full of directional lighting. It was a bathroom prepared for two people to use in extreme comfort. It wasn't difficult to locate lots of wonderful, fluffy, warm towels!
Debbra was a bath freak. Two, even three a day, any season of the year. Then she undressed, took a very hot and ultra-fast shower, brushed her teeth and touched up the discreet makeup she had done in the early hours of the morning. She brushed her hair, touched up the perfume, very lightly, put on her clothes and went back to her room, feeling more confident. Harry was arranging more logs in the fireplace and had turned on a very soft ambient sound - Joni Mitchel, she identified it immediately. She knew he loved Joni Mitchel, so she wasn't surprised.
Lunch hadn't arrived yet, but a wonderful bottle of wine was open on the small table, where there were also two huge glasses. "It's almost three in the afternoon. I don't think anyone would reproach us for having a great wine to pair with the upcoming lunch", do you? he asked, pouring glasses and handing one to Debbra.
She remembered that it was a Monday afternoon. And smiled. She was supposed to be in Thorton Dale, until at least Thursday. So no one would miss her at the companies where she worked. For all intents and purposes, she was still in her ultra-productive retreat. No one needed to know anything other than that, at least for now. The events involving her and Harry, so far, seemed miraculously not to have spread. She toasted him without guilt. "Cheers. To people like you, Guardian Angels that God has placed on this Earth," he said. "To you, Harry. To you, much stronger now than before!", she replied.
They sat down at the little table and for a few moments they contemplated the rain outside, and the lights on in the garden. Now it seemed almost night. And indeed, in less than two hours, it would be completely dark. She was spending an entire day in Harry Styles' room... not bad, she thought, just taking care not to look too excited, especially after he poured her second glass of wine.
He would stare at her, follow the movements she made, and she would start to get a little tense. What would he be thinking? Well, she knew as soon as she asked that question in her head. "Just a little bit of your heart?", Debbra? You really like that song, he snapped, with a look on his face that she couldn't describe whether it was curiosity or a certain amount of mockery. He decided it sounded like a joke, and decided not to let it go.
She placed her glass of wine on the table, right in front of her. He looked at the red liquid that reflected the flames in the fireplace, and took a deep breath. It was time to make everything very clear. "Mr. Styles, you are in front of a woman, journalist, writer, citizen and fan of your work. Of all the work. All the songs. From the most popped on the charts, to those never officially released. From the incendiary to the sad. All If there's a song of yours that you're just clearing your throat, this one I'm telling you about will be recorded on at least three different media. And yes, so Just a Little Be Of Your Heart is, for me, one of the jewels in the crown. Why?", she questioned, looking up at him, who looked impressed.
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Fanfiction"Harry just wanted some solitude and privacy. He wanted to remember what it was like to feel 'normal'. But he ended up on the verge of death, in a distant and dangerous place. When all seemed lost, she came to his rescue. And it changed life itself...
