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Chapter 5

The air was thick. I felt like I couldn't breathe. Harry had just found out one of my darkest secrets and I was the one who told him.

Shit.

"Answer me, Ophelia. Now." He gritted.

I couldn't answer him. I couldn't believe that the words had just come out of my mouth. I didn't want anyone knowing about the pregnancy. It was a shame to me.

"How could you have not told me?" His voice sounded sad.

Again, I was silent. My thoughts were so jumbled up in my brain that I couldn't find my words.

Harry gave up on trying to talk to me while we were in the car and it was a very long and silent car ride. He was on his phone the entire rest of the way.

He must have sent the driver a text or something because were no longer going to my parents.

We pulled up to a giant hotel and Harry immediately jumped out, not bothering to wait for me.

I knew that he would be upset. I mean, who wouldn't be? I just sat in the car trying to gather myself. My hands come up to my face and the tears start coming. They wont stop either.

After about 10 minutes of sitting in the car by myself and bawling my eyes out, Harry opens the door and climbs back in.

I look at him and sniffle. I'm sure there's makeup running down my face.

"I'm not mad. Just hurt that you didn't tell me something so important. That's not something that you just forget to tell. I just need to know, Ophelia. Why didn't you tell me?" He asked, looking me right in the eyes.

I take a deep breath, "I, I didn't want anyone to know. Not that I was ashamed that I was pregnant, but the fact that I had an abortion. It hurt me. Messed me up. That's why I don't want kids. Because I will never be able to forgive myself for what happened when I was 17. It was completely awful. That is something that I will never be able to get over." I cry.

He just looks at me. Stone faced.

"I called your parents and told them that there was a change of plans. We're going to mine, instead. Which also makes our vacation a little longer. Don't worry, I've already called Rose. She's given you the week off. We need this, Ophelia" He whispered.

I nodded, "I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I am. I just didn't want you to look at me differently."

"I would never look at you any different. No matter what you do or have done, I'll still love you. Okay?"

I smiled weakly. And then he kissed me.

"Are we okay?" I questioned.

"Of course we are. I can't be mad at your for something you did when you were only a teenager. The past is past. I can't change it. Yes I'm upset that you never told me, but I'll get over it."

I nodded in agreement. I do feel bad for not telling him, but I just didn't want him to judge me.

"I love you, Lillia. Always." He smirks, giving me a kiss.

"I love you too."

I smiled down at my lap. Maybe this next week wouldn't be too bad. Things would go back to... Somewhat normal.

"Let's head inside, yeah? I've already got our room." Harry breathed.

"Okay."

The hotel was lovely. Very cozy, yet modern. I really wanted to be having a good time, but I couldn't get my mind off my job. If I were to quit my job, which I've thought about doing multiple times since this mission started, someone else would kill my Harry. They would actually kill him. I didn't want him dead. I wanted all of this to just go away. My mind has been keeping me up at night, trying to come up with a solid plan of how I'm going to fake his death. Obviously, I'm going to have to tell him the truth about what it is that I do for a living. But how the hell am I going to pull the whole 'I killed him, but I really didn't scheme.' because as far as I'm concerned, he is very much alive.

I sigh, trying to get my mind off the situation at hand.

"Harry, can we eat?" I ask, lightening the mood.

"Sure. Uh, go down to the hotel cafe. I'll meet you down there. Okay?" He says. kissing my forehead.

I grab my purse and head down to the restaurant.

That was weird. Why is he meeting me here? He never does that.

I thought to myself.

Trying once again to shake my thoughts away, I smile at the waiter as he gets a table for Harry & I.

Not long after I've been seated, Harry joins me with a smile. He's in different clothes, and he looks as if he'd just showered.

"Hey baby." He spoke.

I smiled, "Hey. What took you?"

He licked his lips and looked me in the eyes.

"I wanted to shower."

I nodded my head and we were silent.

"Remember when we used to be able to sit anywhere, and just talk about everything?" Harry spoke.

I did. "Of course I do."

"Why can't we do that, now?"

Because we're both hiding secrets.

"I haven't got the slightest clue, baby." I spoke quietly.

Again, he licked his lips. He only licked his lips when he was nervous.

"Nervous?" I questioned.

"What? No... Uhm, we leave for the airport tomorrow morning. Long flight back to London."

Typical, Harry. Quickly changing the subject to avoid something else.

Harry was right, though. Lately, we've only been making small talk. Not like us at all.

"Now that I'm the CEO of Graykyn, we wont be able to have little vacations like this. So we should enjoy this trip. Make the best of it, yeah?" He spoke.

"I knew that you'd get it, baby." I smiled.

"Well I've worked hard for it. I wouldn't change careers for anything. I love my job."

Liar. Fucking liar.

"We're both in great spots with our careers. Maybe that's why we don't talk like we used to. We're so focused on our careers, that we've forgotten what it's like to actually talk to each other."

I nodded in agreement. He was right.. Although keeping big secrets from each other isn't helping either.

This was going to be a stressful week.

We had to spend an entire week together. Holy shit. We were going to run out of things to talk about.

"Baby. I've missed you." He whispered, taking my hand in his.

I smile, "I'm right here. How could you have missed me?"

"I just have. We don't see each other much. And we don't talk. I just miss us."

His words stung.

"Stop biting your lip."

I hadn't realized that I was biting my lip.

"Sorry."

"Let's get out here. I want to relax with the love of my life and I can't do it with all these people around." He smirks, getting up from the table.

I follow him and when we get to the elevator, Harry pins me against the wall and starts assaulting my neck.

I squeal and giggle. He knows that's my weak spot.

"God, I love you."

I moan, "I love you."