Falling For You

Chapter nine: Forgiving

Harry's POV

Kaylin slumped down in the office chair across from my desk. "Daddy, I want Bella." She sighed, putting her arm on my desk. "I know baby." I replied, logging onto my computer. "When will she come back?" She asked. "I don't know, Kaylin." I replied, getting annoyed.

"Did she leave just like mummy did?" She asked. I stopped typing, and looked at her. "Baby, Bella didn't leave." I replied. "But you said she quit. She walked out. Just like mummy did. She's like mummy." She said. "She's nothing like your mum." I replied. "Bella is like mummy. I don't want her to leave, daddy. I want her back." She cried. I stood up, and picked her up, over my desk, and sat her on my lap.

I pressed the call button on the phone. Yes Mr. Styles?" Taylor asked. "Can you call Bella?" I asked. "Sir, look, I know I work for you, but I can't get involved." She said. "If you want to have your job tomorrow, I would suggest you call her, and tell her to come here." I snapped. "Yes sir." She replied.

Bella's POV

"Luke, no, stop, give me my phone." I snapped, trying to get my phone. He went through my messages, which had some... Conversations between Harry and I.

"Who's, babe?" He asked, making a kissy face at me. "Oh my god. Please, give-" I got cut off by my phone ringing. "Who's Taylor?" He asked. "Give me!" I snapped. He raised the phone higher.

"Hello?"

"Bella isn't available right now."

"Oh. I didn't know that."

"Yeah, yeah of course."

"Oh, um, Luke."

He hung up, and looked at me. "You quit your job?" He asked. I rolled my eyes. "Why?" He asked. "It's personal." I replied, taking my phone out of his hands.

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"Guys! No! Stop! I don't want to see him!" I yelled, squirming out of the guys' grip. Ashton pulled me up by my feet. Calum held my arms. Luke held my back up. And Michael led the way. "I don't want to see him!" I yelled. "Oh fucking well." Michael yelled.

"Where's his office?" Ashton yelled. Taylor pointed to the door behind her. "No! I don't want to go in!" I yelled, kicking Ashton. He let go of my feet, and I freed myself from Luke and Calum. I ran to the elevator, and pressed down.

Arms grabbed my waist, and lifted me up. "No!" I yelled. "Bella! Stop fighting!" Luke yelled. I shook my head. He carried me over to the door, that was now open.

I closed my eyes tightly closed, trying not to give in to Harry. "Bella!" Kaylin yelled. Luke held me bridal style, as I kicked my feet. "Let me down!" I yelled. He let me down, and I fixed my clothes.

"What's all over you?" Harry asked. "Tomato juice." Ashton replied. "Why?" Harry asked. "It was pretty funny actually. Some girl told Bella, she saw her in a magazine, and that she's apparently your new girlfriend, and she poured tomato soup all over her. Bella's shirt went from white, to red, in about five seconds." Michael replied. I looked away from everyone.

"Bella, is this true?" Harry asked. I didn't say anything. "Bella." He said again. "I'm only eighteen. I'm immature. Tabloids know nothing." I whispered. "Can you give us some time?" Harry asked. The guys nodded, and left, along with Kaylin.

"Bella, I didn't mean what I said." He signed, getting up. I backed away, and shook my head. "Truth is, I don't want people to know about you. I don't want people to know you are mine, because I want you to live your life." He said. I looked up at him.

"I don't care about your age. My feelings for you, are the exact same way." He said. "Are you jealous?" I asked randomly. "What? No." He replied. "Then.... Why? Why do all of this?" I asked. "Okay. I'm jealous." He sighed. "Why didn't you just tell me?" I asked. He shrugged.

I walked over to his desk, and sighed. "I had a bad day today." I mumbled. "Come here." He said, opening his arms. I hugged him tightly, and he hugged me back. He kissed the top of my head, and sighed. "Next time, call me this happens, Bella. I don't want this to happen again." He said. I nodded, and sniffled.

"Here, take my jacket, take that shirt off, and put the jacket on." He said, taking his suit jacket off. I smiled, and pulled my shirt off. I put his jacket on, and buttoned it up, with the help of Harry. "Now, let's go." He said. "Where?" I asked. "Home. I believe you have a job to do." He said. "I do?" I asked. "You're wearing my jacket, you need to help me." He said, taking my hand. I smiled, as he closed his blinds, and locked his doors. "Can't wait that long, huh?" I asked. "You have no idea." He replied, pulling the now unbuttoned jacket off of me.