Rich H.S

Part 17

2 Weeks Ago

"Happy birthday, Harry" Tracey smiled, cupping his face before leaning up to kiss his cheek. "I thought you'd approach me straight away after my present. But I guess you were too preoccupied being the birthday boy for little ol' me" she pulled away and let her hand drag down his chest.

He looked absolutely scrumptious, and she had been eyeing him all night. As expected, Tracey had to wait in a goddamn line just to see the birthday boy. But it was worth it when a yummy English god was waiting at the end of it.

"It's tacky to open birthday presents in front of everyone, Tracey. I'm not five anymore" he replied dryly. He appeared completely uninterested in her, just like he always did. But she knew she'd crack him, especially with the birthday present she gave him. If he didn't like her after that then he truly was blind.

Tracey never did judge someone on whether they were blind or not...

She loved his dry humour. He was a charmer when he wanted to be, but his sarcasm and dry humour were a real turn-on for her. All Warren did was tell dad jokes and it made her want to stab knives in her ears so she wouldn't have to hear them anymore.

The fact that Harry was pretending that he didn't know about the polaroids only egged her on. He was teasing her, and she loved it. God, did she love a man that was playful like that.

"No silly, the one I sent with your lasagne on Wednesday. I gave it to y/n, so I know you got it" she let out a giggle and rolled her eyes playfully, fiddling with her hair.

Harry had a blank expression on his face and a look of confusion flashed in his eyes before they scanned the room, seemingly looking for someone. She hated how he seemed so distracted, and when he became her lover, she'd make sure he was more attentive to her. For now, though, she'd give him a pass since it was his birthday after all, and there was a lot happening around the room.

"Look, Tracey, I had a lot of things delivered Wednesday. I don't know what you're talking about" he ran a hand through his hair and turned back to look at Tracey.

Now Tracey was properly confused. She gave the polaroids to you and told you specifically to give them to Harry, yet why was he acting like he had no idea what she was talking about? You were a trustworthy girl, so she knew you would've given them to him. You were sweet and well-spoken and every time you babysat her kids you left her house cleaner than when you arrived.

So, this just didn't make sense.

"The polaroids" she whisper-shouted, stepping closer so only he would hear it over the loud music. His brows furrowed and he looked away from her again, this time with more purpose. His eyes found you in the crowd and when she followed his eyeline right to you, irritation filled her entire body.

Oh, so you didn't give him the polaroids then? Why else would he look so confused then look right at you instead of her? Tracey was starting to get real pissed off that he had been so distracted this entire conversation, and now he was looking at you across the fucking room, more than her.

"Oh. Right. Wasn't very impressed. Now, if you'll excuse me" he barely sent her another glance before he slid past her, careful not to touch her then marching off. She let out a large gasp and felt her chest tighten in hurt and anger all at the same time.

"What the fuck?" she gasped to herself, following Harry with her eyes so she could see where he was going.

Tracey dolled up for those polaroids. Got her hair and makeup done, bought new lingerie just for Harry and then the fucker turns around and tells her that he wasn't impressed!? Wasn't very impressed? It felt like the ultimate blow to her ego, especially since her body wasn't the same after having three kids.