Falling For You

Chapter eleven: Dinner

"Bella, how would you feel if I said my boss is coming for dinner tonight?" Harry asked, as I made breakfast. "I would say... good?" I replied, unsure. "And that, you wouldn't have to cook." He replied. "Why wouldn't I have to cook? I always cook for your events." I questioned. "Because... You will be attending the dinner." He replied slowly. "What!" I yelled, dropping the cup I was holding in the sink. "My boss said he wants to meet the one I always talk about." He replied. I calmed down a little, and picked the glass back up.

"So... will you be at the dinner?" He asked. "I don't think I have much of a choice. I'm here twenty four seven anyway. I just need a dress." I replied. He nodded, and opened up the hall closet, across from the kitchen. He pulled out a box, and smiled. "This is for you." He smiled, handing me the box. I opened it, and underneath the tissue paper, was a knee high blue sparkly dress. "I can't take this." I said, wrapping the dress back up. "Yes you can. I want you to." He replied. I sighed, and took it. "I don't want to see you in it, until tonight. So, go on home. Take Kaylin too. I'm going to get a caterer for tonight." He said. I nodded, and hugged him. "Thank you." I whispered.

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"Is that the dress daddy gave you?" Kaylin asked. I nodded, and looked at myself in the mirror. "Taylor helped him. Uncle Niall did too." She said. I smiled, and touched up my hair. "You look really pretty." She jumped off my bed, and picked up India. "Thank you baby. Is that what you're wearing?" I asked. She nodded. "Daddy picked it out. It's pretty, right?" She replied, spinning around. "It is. Very you. Now, we need to do something with your hair. Make you look even prettier." I said, turning my straightener on. She smiled, and sat at my desk.

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Kaylin and I both walked up the driveway, to Harry's house. He said his boss is coming at six, and it's five forty five. Perfect timing. "Daddy said he looks good." Kaylin said, as I opened the door. I smiled, and held her hand, all the way to the kitchen. The food smells good, too good, but it smells, that's the thing.

"Wow." Harry said, turning around. I smiled, and looked down. "You look... wow." He said. "Why does Bella look wow?" Kaylin asked. I looked up and smiled. "Baby, because remember, daddy invited me to dinner too." I replied. "Oh, right." She giggled. I smiled, and kissed her head. "You're hair is straight." Harry said. Kaylin nodded. "It looks beautiful." Harry said, picking her up. "Daddy, you're going to ruin my skirt." She giggled. "Oh, sorry, forgot about the skirt." He said, putting her down. I smiled, and fixed her hair.

The doorbell rang, and Harry ran to get it. I checked my hair in the mirror, and practiced my smile. "Mr. Osborn, welcome to my home." I heard Harry said. "Mr. Styles, lovely home." A voice said. After I heard some small talk between them, I decided to walk down the stairs with Kaylin.

Harry looked at me, and held his hand out to me. I smiled, and walked to him. "Mr. Osborn, this is Bella, and my daughter, Kaylin. Bella is Kaylin's nanny." Harry said. "Lovely to meet you, Mr. Osborn." I smiled, shaking his hand. "American." He said. I nodded. "Shall we sit down?" Harry asked. "Yes, please." Mr. Osborn replied, walking to the table. "Kaylin, you sit next to Bella." Harry informed. Kaylin nodded, and pulled out her seat next to me.

"Bella, is it?" Mr. Osborn asked. "Isabella, or Bella, but yes." I replied, trying to act formal. "Isabella, when did you move to London?" He asked. "Um, about three years ago. My mom decided to move farther away from home, and away from everything we had, and move here." I replied, taking a sip of my wine. "You look young, how old are you?" He asked. "Um, eighteen." I replied. He nodded, and looked to Harry.

"Bella." Kaylin whispered. I looked down at her. "I need to go potty." She whispered. I nodded, and smiled. "Excuse us." I said, pulling my chair out. I took Kaylin's hand in mine, and walked up the stairs. She struggled a bit, due to her bigger shoes.