The August Project (H.S.)

Chapter Six

a/n

here's chapter six! the goal is 10 votes. hope you like this one, it's my favourite so far xx

Harry

"This place is awesome," Augustine breathed as she took in the ornate lobby of the apartment building where Harry's boss had instructed him to stay. He had to admit it was very grand - the marble floors shone silver in the light cast by the giant pearl chandelier that loomed above their heads.

As soon as they'd got out the car, which was parked in the underground car park that adjoined the building, Harry had looped his arm through Augustine's to stop her from getting away should she decide to try anything on. She's just an asset, he told himself, ignoring the jolts sent through his body as she hung onto him back, not realising the reason for his proximity.

They crossed the lobby, heading straight for the line of lifts which stood on the other side.

"Don't we need to check in or anything?" she asked as he pulled her along.

"No," he told her distantly. And even if we did, he thought, I wouldn't, because I don't want anyone realising you're with me. By anyone, he meant anyone related to his boss. If anyone got wind of his plans, everything he'd worked so hard to build up the last two years would be for nothing, and he would probably wind up tortured and dead.

"Oh, okay."

The elevator chimed open and they entered, Harry pressing the button to take them to one of the upper floors. His boss had locations such as this all over Europe; Harry had been directed to stay in this Paris hotel until he was told to travel to Munich with the documents so when they would be used in a transaction. The only issue was, seen that Augustine was his secret, the accommodation he'd been given couldn't be adapted for their needs. No one could realise she was with him.

"Can we go to a store later?" Augustine said, leaning back against railing and dropping Harry's arm.

"Why?"

"I wanna get some bits," she confessed. "If m'going to be with you for the foreseeable future, which is what I've decided, I'm going to need some of my own clothes and stuff."

"Oh, so my clothes aren't good enough for you?" he joked, smirking at her. "I thought y'looked  quite nice in them, actually."

He watched her blush, her face turning cherry red. He felt himself want to reach out and brush his thumbs over her cheeks, so she knew she didn't need to be embarrassed. What the fuck Harry?

"They're a bit big though, don't y'think?" she replied hastily, her eyes dropping to the floor instead of returning his gaze.

"I guess so," he surrendered. "We'll go as soon as we get our stuff into the apartment."

The elevator doors soon drew open, to reveal a long hallway which ended with a floor to ceiling window, which gave them a beautiful view of Paris's cityscape. Everything in this place was so much more crisp and modern than he remembered. Harry gently grabbed Augustine by the wrist and pulled her out of the elevator, his bag slung over his back.

"Here we are," he announced, stopping at a door on the left and buzzing a keycard. The door swung open and he ushered Augustine into the main living space, shoving his bag down on the sofa as she looked around in wonder.

"I know I live in a lake house n'all, but this is crazy posh." That's what I thought about your house when I took you, he thought.

"Don't y'like, go to private school or some shit?" he asked her. Shit. You don't know I know that.