Unlikely (H.S.)

eight

~Harry~

I sighed with contentment as he walked through the front door of my London home. The familiar scent of lavender and cedar greeted him, soothing my senses after the whirlwind of my recent tour. I dropped my groceries in the kitchen and stretched my arms above my head, feeling the tension in my muscles begin to melt away.

It has been a day.

The past few months had been a blur of concerts, interviews, and endless travel. Now, I had a few precious weeks to myself before I had to head to New York for some work commitments, and then a few more weeks to myself before heading out to Denmark for the final leg of Love on Tour. I am looking forward to the break, but there was one thing that had been occupying my mind more than anything else lately: Harper.

I don't know what I am going to do with her...

I want her...

I want to touch her.

Feel her.

Worship her.

I have started talking to her nearly every day. I am finding myself drawn to her in a way I hadn't expected. Her wit, her intelligence, and the way she can make me laugh were irresistible. And boy, am I insatiable.

As I move from the kitchen with my cup of tea, I settle in my living room, happy to have a moment of peace at home.

I glance at the clock. It's early afternoon here, but Harper is just beginning her day in Toronto. My fingers hover over my phone as I craft a message to her, the anticipation of our conversation bringing a smile to my face.

I really hope she's as excited about this as I am.

Harry: Good morning, Harper! How's your day starting? 😊

As I wait for her reply, I think about our recent conversations. They've become the highlight of my days, filled with playful banter and a hint of something more; a sexual tension I haven't felt in a long while. I can't deny that I'm looking forward to hearing from her today and testing the waters if she wants this to be more.

She's been flirting back, I'm sure of it.

I am not making this up.

Harper: Morning, Harry! Just got my coffee, so it's off to a good Saturday. How's your day going?

I chuckle, picturing her with her coffee, probably in her cozy kitchen.

HS: My day's good, just enjoying running my own errands in an area I'm comfortable in. I never thought I'd love going to the market as much as I do now, lol. What's on your agenda today?

I begin to sip my steaming cup of tea, my thoughts drifting to Harper. She has this way of making everything seem brighter, more exciting.

Buzz.

HJ: Just some weird work stuff that's on my mind. Might try a new recipe later. Any plans for you?

HS: Weird work stuff? 🤔

HJ: It's just my boss has been on my ass for this assignment and I'm not sure I even want to do it 😣

Huh, she doesn't want to do her job?

This seems out of character.

But I can't push her to tell me.

Maybe she isn't as into this as I thought...

Fuck.

What am I doing?

HS: Why don't you want to do it?