Wow it's been forever. Now I feel like a dick for not updating in like twenty years. Thanks to everyone who sent me ideas :). Warning: Swearing and Self- Harm.
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Chapter 5: His Maid (Working For Him) Copyright 2013: Razors and Old Habits
Dinner With... Them:
"Kat this is a fancy place. You can't just show up like that," Caroline scoffed.
"We're going by Caroline's place so you can change," Harry told me. I groaned. Harry shot me a look. Once we had reached Caroline's flat she was quickly pulling me from my seat. She steered me to her bedroom and threw open her closet door.
"Here this should fit," she said shoving a very short, tight dress at me.
"Umm," I mumbled.
"Just hurry up," she huffed. I quickly pulled on the tight black dress.
"Thanks," I uttered.
"Look Kat," Caroline began. I opened my mouth but she held up a hand to silence me. "Just listen. I don't like you-"
"Gee thanks," I said sarcastically.
"Listen! I don't like you but you obviously mean something to Hazzy so why don't we just call a truce?"
"Hazzy?" I ask raising an eyebrow.
"Look do you want to at least pretend to get along? Come on?" She held out her hand for me to shake.
"I don't know..."
"Come on Kat do it for Harry." I sighed and shook her hand. "Great now put these shoes on. She handed me a pair of pink pumps. I slipped on the shoes and to my surprise Caroline helped fix my hair. We hurried out to the car where Harry was waiting. At least Caroline would be civil at dinner. We finally arrived at the restaurant. Harry opened Caroline's door and as he went for mine she quickly pointed out something across the street. I rolled my eyes. Some things never change, I thought as I opened my door and got out of the car. We walked up to the podium where the matradie stood. He flirted with Caroline and she did nothing to stop him. He walked us to our table and we sat down. He handed out menus to all of us and as soon as he left Harry snatched up Caroline's menu.
"I knew that bastard slipped you his number," he practically growled ripping up the little shred of paper. Caroline actually blushed. And it looked genuine. Harry turned to her, "You're mine okay? Don't forget that. It felt like a slap in the face. Caroline nodded and I had to look away as they kissed. I felt tears filing my eyes.
"I'm going to the bathroom," I said quickly getting to my feet and hurrying towards the restrooms. I looked at myself in the mirror and blinked rapidly. Caroline is Harry's. I needed to accept that and move on. I was boring little Kat. Little Kat who Harry had grown up. Little Kat who would never be anything else besides Harry's best friend. I looked at my teary blue green eyes. Caroline was older and oh so glamorous. I was none of that. I finally left the bathroom completely composed and slid back into the empty side of the booth.
"So have you decided what you want?" Caroline asked fixing her smeared lipstick. I want your boyfriend. More than anything. Of course I couldn't tell her that. I shrugged. When the waiter came back I just picked the first thing I saw on the menu. He wrote down Caroline's prissy order of a salad with basically everything taken out of it before collecting all of our menus and leaving. I drummed my finger impatiently on the table.
"So how was school?" Harry asked.
"Fine," I answered flatly.
"Anything bothering you? You seem kind of quiet," Harry observed.
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His Maid(Working for Him/Harry Styles Love Story)
Fanfiction(A rewrite of Working for Him) Katniss Taylor has a secret. She is in love with her best friend. This shouldn’t be such a big deal, but her best friend is Harry Styles. She’s also his maid. Kat has another secret; her mother is in the hospital dying...
