Bubblegum bitch. ||L.s

four.

I woke up to a woman going "Harry, what the fuck?" I looked up to see Amélie standing in front of the bed, I nudge Harry gently. Harry rubbed his eyes and sat up, "Why are you in my house, Amélie?" He asked, not sounding that surprised that she was here. "Harry, I texted you several times last night that I would be here this morning to pick up more of my things. To my surprise I come in here and you're laying with this little boy?" She says, giving me a dirty look. To annoy her I cuddled into Harry's arm, "I'm not a little boy ma'am, but you're certainly acting like a child at this moment." I said, rolling my eyes at her. "How about this, kid. You're just another one of Harry's little man whores who he'll use for a night and leave you behind after today." She spat out at me, "Well, if that was his plan that would definitely be weird because I'm his assistant." I tell her, my arms around Harry's tighter. "Oh, that's you! The fucking cross dressing slut who I'd watch walk in and out of Harry's office." Amélie said with a chuckle, "You say cross dressing slut like it's a bad thing." I said giggling quietly. Harry looked at me and smiled, a sense of proudness was displayed in his smile and eyes. I think he was just happy that I stood up to her, rather than allowing her to throw insults at me. "Amélie, please grab the things you wanted to take." Harry told her, standing up. Harry walked over to the door butt naked, "Harry..." I said, looking down at his body. "What? She's seen it before." He said with a chuckle, "I wish I never did..." She says quietly, her voice breaking slightly. Was I feeling sympathy for her? Maybe. I look down at the blanket, pulling it over me slightly more than it was. Harry climbed back into bed, watching Amélie's every move as she collected some items from her closet. I did honestly feel bad for her though, she was married to Harry for a while and walked into the house to see him sleeping with another man, it has to be hard. Amélie turned and looked at us, her eyes glossy. "Well, that's what I need at the moment." She said quietly, "Goodbye Amélie." Harry said, you could see it in his face too that this was hard. I can only imagine how they're feeling. Once she leaves Harry throws his arm around me, pulling me into his body. "I'm sorry you were here to witness and hear those foul things she said to you." Harry told me, kissing my cheek. "It's alright." I mumble quietly. "You alright, darling?" He asks me, looking at me concerned. "I feel bad, Harry." I told him, "Why?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at me. "It must be hard for a woman to walk into her old bedroom, seeing the man she once fell in love with sleeping in bed with another man. I don't know Harry..." I said, resting my head against his arm. "Louis, I get it. I really do, but we didn't decide on a divorce because of an argument or cheating. I came to terms with my sexuality and needed to live my life the way I felt would be right. I still have love for that woman, fuck I lived with her for five years, but nothing takes away from me being gay. No matter how much love I have for her, it'll never be the same I would have for a man." He told me, grabbing my chin to look at me. "Whatever happens between us, please don't worry about her. Okay?" He asked, and I nodded into his hand. He placed a small gentle kiss onto my lips. "Now, we have two hours before we need to be up and out of the house so I'm late for my meeting." He said as he laid his head down, "I'll see you in two hours then." I said before closing my eyes, smiling softly.