PATIENT LOVE

Chapter nine

"Hello?" I answer after missing the call the first time.

"Madelyn!" he shouts into my ear and I jerk away from my phone due to the sound.

"Harry, it's two in the morning," I groan into the line.

"I know but I was thinking about you and your hazel eyes and I just had to call you. I want to see you. And I've gotta say Maddie, I'm a little confused about earlier; my actions, what's going on?" he slurs all these different thoughts all at once, not making much sense.

I can't deny the small flutter I received from knowing that I was on his mind but still I sigh into the phone, closing my eyes. "Harry, you're drunk," I finally realize.

"Yeah, so?"

"You have no clue what you're saying right now."

"I do, Maddie and I just want to talk to you and see your eyes, you know they're my favorite?"

"Harry, please just go to bed." I beg, not sure if I can handle this at the moment when it hadn't been too long ago when he tried to kiss me.

"I'm out and it's late and I'm properly drunk. Could you come pick me up?"

"I'm not coming to get you," I say, meaning it. I think.

"Please, Madelyn, please. I fucked up. I'm sorry," he slurs into the phone.

"Call Jessica, Harry, goodbye," I say, about to hang up the phone.

"She's not in London," he slurs once again before I can hit the end call button. Rising up from my bed I turn on my lamp light and pull the sheets off me, annoyed that I was woken up by Harry.

"Where are you?" I say as I pull on my sweatpants.

"Uh," I hear the sound of passing cars, telling me that he's outside.

"Outside of the pub," he says.

"Which one Harry?" I say the words slowly. And again I hear more cars like he's walking.

"What are you doing?"

"Trying to see which street I'm on," he pauses, "Walham Grove."

"I know where that is, don't move. I'm on my way."

"Okay, great. Thank you Maddie." He says and I can just see the smile on his face.

After driving and looking up and down the streets I spot Harry pacing back and forth with his hands in his pockets. Once my headlights flash in his direction he stumbles over to the passenger seat but I get out the car to help him inside. I'm putting on his seatbelt when I feel his breath hit my neck. "Thank you Madelyn."

When I look at him I can see that his eyes are glazed, clearly intoxicated.

After getting him settled in, I make my way to the driver's side and then start the car.

"Thank you," he says again, lying back in his seat.

"You're such an idiot," I roll my eyes.

"I am?" he laughs, he actually laughs.

"Yes! You really are! First you try to kiss me and then you go and get piss drunk," I fume.

"You're beautiful even when angry," he says placing his hand on my thigh and I know my face is flushed.

"Can you tell me your address so that I can drop you off?"

He shakes his head, not being able to while drunk. I know I have his address in his file back in my office but it's too late, or rather too early, to go back there. So my last resort is my place.

"Where's Jessica again?"

"Some fashion show," he flares his hands up in the air. It seems the mention of Jessica put him in a bad mood, but as quickly as the anger arrives, it was gone.

"We going to your place?" he smirks.

"Yes," I sigh.

The rest of the ride he's quiet. I help him get out the car and inside the elevator.

"Do I have to be quiet?" he fails at his attempt to whisper once I open the front door.

"Lana isn't home," I say, leaving him standing by the closed door as I walk over to the hall closet where all the extra pillows and beddings are kept.

I move over to the couch and as I'm fixing up a comfortable makeshift bed for him to sleep on I feel him creep up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist.

"Harry, what the hell are you doing?" I try to pull away from his arms even though it feels really good and secure. He only tightens his grip at my protest, kissing the side of my neck with his soft lips. My inside burst into flames the moment his lips make contact with my skin. Over and over he breathes my name on my skin as if it's something he cherishes.

His hands move to turn me around and feel on my body. I get lost in the feel of his soft lips pressed against my skin, but once his hands go under my shirt, attempting to pull it off I push at his chest. I successfully get away from his grip due to his distraction.

"You can't do this! You will be married in four months," I remind him since I guess he's seemed to forget.

He looks angry, running his hand through his hair furiously. He then without saying anything starts to take off his tight black pants and his white t-shirt.

"Do you want something to eat or drink?" I ask with my arms crossed. I know my cheeks are heated from what he just did to me. He doesn't respond to my question but I leave the room and bring him some water and pills anyway.

"Here," He's laid on the bed I made for him with his arm covering over his eyes, but moves to take the pill and glass when I offer it.

"Thank you," he says; the anger seeming to have ebbed away.

"You're welcome," I say and start to move towards my bedroom since I can't stand being here and watching his beautiful toned tattooed body that's very close to almost naked in just his briefs.

"Jess and I aren't happy," he says, catching me off guard, causing me to stop my walking.

"Nothing's the same anymore. She's always got something going on with her modeling and I barely see her. Her modeling comes first over everything, even me and this damn wedding." He laughs a joyless laugh. "We're drifting."

I say nothing, not understanding why he's telling me this.

"Then how about you work on your relationship rather than trying to sleep with me, Harry?" I say in a condescending tone.

He can't and will not use me as his muse for his failing relationship.

It's the las thing I say before going to my bedroom and making sure to lock the door behind me. He probably won't remember anything from tonight.

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AN: ew idk how i feel about this chapter