Complicated // h.s.

fourteen

That's part of Harry's apartment btw

*Harry's POV*

As I was getting off of work, Sawyer was already at my apartment painting some of the walls. I rolled my eyes because of her impatience, but I couldn't complain when she was helping me.

Like clockwork, my phone began to ring in my pocket. I sighed before pulling it out and answered it without checking the caller ID.

"Harry." Sawyer said sternly.

I rolled my eyes and then suddenly remembered that she couldn't see what I was doing.

"What, baby?" I asked her.

"You need to get more paint. I'm running out." I knew she was biting her lip.

God, I love those lips.

"Okay, text me what kind and color and I'll get it but right now I have to go." I hung up before she could respond.

I knew she was going to be mad at me for hanging up on her, so I decided to take my time with getting the paint that she needed. I got a text from Sawyer of what paint brand and color she wanted and then nothing else. I knew she was mad because she would have put one of her sarcastic remarks along with it.

To Sawyer Kendrick:

Are you mad at me, baby?

I waited a few minutes for a reply that never came. I then stuffed my phone into my dress pants pocket and began to drive to the paint shop that Sawyer wanted the paint from.

I just showed the woman the text because I wasn't in the mood to talk. As she was preparing it all for me, I rolled up my button up's sleeves and loosened my tie. I stayed at the office longer than I had intended to because my dad needed me to be a part of his numerous meetings.

Once the woman was finished, I held the gallons in my hands and then walked out of the paint shop. It wasn't too far from my apartment which I was glad about because I was ready to see what Sawyer had up her sleeve while I was gone.

I walked into the apartment to see that the spaces between each of my large windows were now painted a light grey. The floors were completely covered with old bed sheets so that no paint would go onto my floors. Sawyer was nowhere in sight, so I walked up the stairs to see if she was in the master bedroom. I was right as I saw her on her tiptoes trying to paint the higher part of the wall. I walked up behind her making sure that my shoes didn't loudly tap against the floor. I put my hands on her hips and jumped up and turned around with a frown on her face. She then rolled her eyes and turned around to continue painting.

"The walls looks great." I complimented.

And they did. I was surprised that Sawyer put so much work into it. It was only me living here not anyone special.

She ignored me as she continued to paint. I realized that she was only wearing a t-shirt and no pants. Her hair was in a messy ponytail with a black bandanna. She looked extremely domestic and I loved every second of it.

"Are you just going to ignore me?" I asked waiting for a response.

She continued to stay silent as she painted.

"Did you get the paint that I asked for?" She asked.

I gestured to the gallons of paint that were on the floor next to me. She nodded her head in approval and then turned back to her painting.

"You know I worked hard all fucking day to make this look nice for you and for it to be something that you should be proud to live in because I care about you and your wellbeing. Let's face it, Harry, if you actually decorated this apartment yourself, it would have been a shit job. I even looked at some furniture and I picked some stuff out that should be here tomorrow." Sawyer ranted without looking at me.