Light Me Up [HS AU]

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It was very late when the match was over. The air of the penthouse was laced with nerves, joy, weed and cheerfulness. Man U won, and we were over the moon about it. Alli and Peyton seemed to find our reactions hilarious. I kept stealing glances at Peyton, while she and Alli were talking closely. She was so pretty and I couldn't wait to be alone with her.

"We better go to bed, babe," Morgan said as she stretched, her hand cupping Alli's neck. "We have an early morning. P, you'd better hit the sack too. Do you want the guest room?" 

Peyton immediately looked at me, very clearly uncomfortable saying the words out loud to Morgan. I decided to put her out of her misery. 

"Peyton is staying here, Morg. With me." I looked Morgan straight in the eyes, ready to take whatever she was going to throw back at me. The guys scattered like cockroaches at the potential throwdown between me and my twin sister. 

Morgan looked at me for a moment and then at Peyton. "Okay," she said and got up from the couch. I was a little taken aback by her very calm reaction. "Will I see you at work tomorrow?" She asked Peyton. 

"Harry offered me to work from home from his office," Peyton said and I could visibly see her flinch with worry, unsure how Morgan would take that. 

But Morgan just grinned at her and kissed her cheek before she hugged her and whispered something. Peyton blushed violently, and I narrowed my eyes on Morgan as she walked away with Alli's hand in hers. 

Once they were gone, I held out my hand for Peyton's. She smiled, still pink cheeked, and followed me to my bedroom. When we reached the door, I remembered that I should show her the office, so I turned and made her come along. My office was a little secluded from the bedrooms, which was a good solution for me. That way I could focus when I was working. I opened the door and flicked the lights on, stepping in with Peyton trailing right behind me. 

She stopped and looked around the room with her mouth agape. It was a big room with the most gorgeous view of New York City and its blinding lights. I had a huge drawing table, printers, drawing tools, scanners, computers and multiple screens. There was plenty of storage where everything was meticulously organised. The walls had whiteboards and pin-up boards for my drawings and notes. There was a nice workspace with a heavy desk and a very comfortable chair, where I normally sat when writing emails and doing conference calls. 

"So this is my office," I said and rubbed the back of my neck. 

She walked around the room and looked at my drawings and notes, clearly very impressed. To most people, I came off as a privileged, cold, arrogant asshole, who didn't care to do anything with his life. Mostly because that was all I showed them. But here in my office was a huge look into my passion; architecture. I had drawings of houses, office buildings, hotels, schools and so much more hanging around on the walls. Right next to the door was a framed drawing of a house, very obviously drawn by a child. Peyton spotted it and walked over to look at it. It was a white house with a black roof. There were many windows and a big red door in the middle. There were trees, bushes and flowers outside and a nice red mailbox. In the corner of the drawing it said Harry, aged 5.