The moment Harry saw that fucking red lipstick of yours he nearly collapsed onto his knees. You were late to his party, something he specifically asked you not to be because the thought of having all these people that he either didn't like or didn't know in his house without you there was torture. If he could've been by your side without anyone finding it weird, he'd have glued his hand to your hip so you wouldn't disappear on him.
Harry was a bit anal about time, especially when it came to you. In his work it was about respect and being late didn't show that. For you it was because his time with you was always limited so the thought of you even being a second late to something was torture.
Harry already had it in his head that he'd be pulling you aside and telling you off for being nearly 45 minutes late to his party, but the second he saw you those thoughts disappeared from his head, and he didn't give two shits that you were late. You looked good enough to eat and he just wanted to push up your tiny dress and devour you.
He gave you the day off because he had to be home for the party planner and catering to come in and set up for his party. It wasn't really a day off for him since he practically locked himself in his home office to work from home the entire day. But since he was home, there really wasn't a reason for you to dogsit Archie.
The thought of making you come over anyway crossed his mind since he easily could've put it up to needing your help with setting up the party. No one would've questioned it, and he was sure you'd be happy to get paid to just hang out all day since he wouldn't have let you touch a single thing, even if that was the reason he gave other people.
But Harry didn't take days off and knowing you were somewhere in the house or in his pool while he was home would've been severely distracting. He made money because he worked hard for it, and while he did take time off and enjoyed holidays and his weekly games of golf, money didn't get made by taking time off to plan a party he didn't fucking want.
If you were in the house, he would've spent all day fucking you and that wasn't going to make him money. If it did... well that's another story.
You came around in the afternoon to take Archie for his second walk of the day, but Harry happened to be busy talking to the party planner when you dropped by, so he didn't have a chance to speak to you about tonight. He had been uninterrupted by his house guests the entire day, then the one time you come over they just had to speak to him.
It was fucking annoying really and he was distracted the entire time you and Archie were gone so he could be free to speak to you when you got back. He didn't know why he was so hung up on speaking to you, but after the night he spent with you on Wednesday his mind hadn't switched off from you.
It would've had to be the best birthday he had since moving to Australia. Since moving abroad his family hadn't been around for a single one due to timing. He had visited the UK and they had come here, but never in time for it. Harry didn't care much for his birthday, especially the older he got, but celebrating it with his family would've been nice.
The last couple years had been spent with a phone call from his mum, sister and other family members then going out for drinks with a couple mates. That was it. He didn't want a party and he didn't treat it like it was a special day.
Spending it with you, however, was special. The sex was incredible, but it wasn't just about that. Harry found you incredibly interesting and he enjoyed spending time with you. There was a reason he started these impromptu dinners with you, way before you started sleeping together and it was because he liked you and wanted to know more about you.
After sleeping together and going through his array of baked goods and other, quite frankly, useless birthday gifts per your request he managed to set up the romantic dinner he originally planned after all. Going through everything took some time, and your prediction of him not liking any of it was spot on. He only kept a bottle of whiskey and some nice chocolates, the rest he let you take or froze for a time when he was ill and in desperate need of some crappy meal to get him by (God forbid).
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