Complicated // h.s.

twenty-nine

*Harry's POV*

I rolled off of her and collapsed onto my bed. We both were coming down from our highs as we laid side by side. I ran my hand through my hair and put it to my side with no attempt of trying to pull her to me. She threw her arm over my torso, but I successfully nudged her off.

"I think you should go." I said lowly.

"But Harry, baby, we were just getting started." Natalie answered.

I look over at her with a frown.

"Natalie, you got off and now you can go. I'm not in the mood for your shit today." I snapped.

She rolled her eyes and groaned as she got up from the bed and began putting her clothes on.

"I don't see why this is such a surprise for you, darling." I said condescendingly as I slipped on my boxers. "You're just a good lay."

She was fully dressed before she decided to answer me.

"And you're just an asshole." She said angrily.

I chuckled quite amused by her comment. She knew that I didn't want anything from her except for sex and she kept insisting on getting us to be more than that.

"I'm flattered, really." I said as I put on my sweats. "Shall I walk you out?"

Natalie groaned once again and then walked passed me and out of the bedroom.

I almost wished that I felt bad for treating her like that, but she knew since this all started that I wanted absolutely no type of relationship with her. I wasn't willing to love or be with someone else. I had no desire in it. I didn't even have sex with her in my own bedroom. I slept with her in the guest room because my room isn't meant for her to even see.

I walked out of the room and down the stairs. I went into the kitchen to get a beer as Ava was just setting my food on the table. I took a long drink of my beer before diverting my attention to Ava who seemed to have an amused expression on her face.

"She's quite the character." Ava said with a sly smile.

I rolled my eyes and put my beer down.

"Are you not eating?" I asked her as I just saw one plate on the table.

She shook her head and gestured to the table for one.

"A servant doesn't eat with her master." Ava joked.

I rolled my eyes once again. She was my cook and housekeeper, but she was much more than that after almost two years of us knowing each other.

I sat at the table and began to pick at my food. I wasn't really hungry. I took a smile bite before drinking more of my beer.

"Here are the bills." Ava said tossing two envelopes to me.

I cocked my eyebrow and saw that it was bills from the hospital that Keeton was being treated at. I opened it and had a look of how much I would be spending this time around.

"How have you kept this a secret from her for so long?" Ava asked as she sat across from me.

I looked up at Ava and then I drew my attention back to the bill.

"She thinks my dad is paying for it all. I told him to just let her think that. She can't know that I'm doing this." I explained.

"Why are you doing this? Why are you helping her husband?" Ava asked for the hundredth time.

I shrugged, "I don't know. I love her."

I actually really don't know why I am do this for Keeton. I just wanted to see her happy.