50 Shades Freed

Chapter 11

Once the day was over I walked downstairs and headed out to the car. I walked downstairs and I smiled once I saw that Harry was waiting next to Taylor leaning against the car. Normally we would go and pick Harry up after I'm picked up. I walked out of the building and walked over to the car. I walked over giving Harry a large hug laying my head against his chest.

"I assume that you had a good day at work?"  He mumbles placing a small kiss to the top of my head. I nod a little knowing that I actually had a nice day. Without having Jack to turn too I managed to learn that everyone in the office was very nice. Besides the people who simply thought I got the job because of my husband. Which if you think about it, that's the truth.

I look up at him and he places a kiss to my lips quickly. "Let's get home" I get in the car and Harry follows close behind. Taylor shuts the door and I lay my head on Harry's shoulder. I hate to admit that I enjoyed my day at work, but of course I will never admit to Harry that he's right. The drive home was quiet with Harry and I listening to classic music.

The car pulled up the driveway and I quickly exited the car going to the door. Harry jogged up behind me and opened the door for me. I placed a small kiss to his cheek and I walked inside. I could smell fish from the kitchen which meant that Ms. Jones was cooking.

I shed my suit jacket off and I headed into the kitchen. I run my fingers through my hair and see Ms. Jones slaving over the stove.

"Do you need help?" I ask

"Of course not Mr. Styles. This is my job, and I enjoy cooking for you and Mr. Styles"  I hear Harry walking in behind me and immediately Ms. Jones stops cooking and looks at him. "Harry you are in desperate need of a haircut" He pushes his hand through his hair letting the long hair fall in front of his face. He did need a hair cut now that I look at how much his hair as grown. "Would you like me to cut it..."

Before Harry can answer I interject. "No, I want to do it" I smile and Harry looks over at me. 

"You want to cut my hair?" I nod and he chuckles running his fingers through his hair. "You're sure you can handle it?" 

"If I can handle you then I'm sure that I can handle your hair." He smirks a little and I take hold of his hand leading him up the stairs. He squeezes my hand a little and I smile leading him into the bathroom. "I'll be right back" I go and grab a chair from his office, wheeling it into the bathroom.

 Harry stares at me with amusement and I arch my eyebrow. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Because I'm surprised I'm letting you do this. I've only had but so many people cut my hair" He chuckles taking a seat in the chair. I see that he's placed everything that I'll need on the sink.

"Well I'm your husband, I believe I've pulled on it enough to earn the right to cut it" I smile and Harry does the same. I lean forward placing a small kiss to his cheek before leaning his head back. I grab hold of the faucet turning on warm water. Harry laid his head against the sink as I ran the warm water through his hair.

I grab held of his shampoo putting some in my hands. I placed the shampoo in his hair and ran my fingers through it making sure I got to his scalp. His eyes closed and he let out what sounded like a moan. I looked down at him making sure that he was alright and continued, before rinsing out the shampoo. Before I could do much else Harry sat up grabbing hold of my arms pulling me in front of him. His hands rested on my waist as he tugged me into straddling his lap.

"Harry what are you..." I was unable to finish my sentence before Harry's mouth was on top of mine. I placed my hands against his chest unsure of where this sudden outburst of passion had come from. He bit down on my lip and I helplessly let out a moan pulling away a little resting my forehead against his. "What's gotten into you?"

"I'm not sure but does it matter?" He chuckles and I shrug knowing that there would be no need to stop him from what he plans on doing. He moves a little placing his lips against the side of my neck. At this rate I won't be able to cut his hair before Lea gets here. Harry fumbles with the buttons of my shirt and I quickly grab hold of his hands stopping him.

"I have to finish your hair before the decorator gets here" I mumble and Harry bites down on the side of my neck making me whimper. God, please. "Harry we have the rest of the day for this"

He finally pulls away from my neck and I can already feel that my skin is starting to bruise. I shake my head at him and stand up and dry his hair.

I hear the sound of the front door being opened and I look back at Harry seeing that he's fast asleep on the bed. I made him watch Breakfast at Tiffany's with me and he clearly was not as entertained as I was. I make my way down the stairs seeing Lea standing there talking with Ms. Jones. She looks up at me and waves. "Niall a pleasure"

"Hi Lea" I wave and I walk over to him giving her a quick hug.

"Is Mr. Styles not home?" Sh questions.

"He is, he's just asleep, I can wake him..."

"Oh no please don't. I can come back at a later date."

"You've come all this way. I'll go and get him." I go back up the stairs and go into the bedroom sitting down. I shake Harry a little and his eyes flutter open. "Lea is here. Get up please" He groans and sits up.

"Can't she just come back or something?"

"She lives in town Harry that's a far drive" He rolls his eyes at me and gets out of the bed coming downstairs with me this time.

We all have a seat in the living room and discuss what we would like the house to look like by the end of the year. Harry lets me take over almost everything since he considers this house a gift to me though I do want his input on most of it. I decide on having a nice island in the center of the kitchen, and painting the walls a beautiful matte grey. Harry agrees to everything I say and before I know it Lea has her notebook full with everything she needs and she's on her way out the door.

Harry and I wave goodbye to her and as soon as the door is closed Harry lifts me off my feet and throws me over my shoulder.

"Harry!" I squeal

"Yes Mr. Styles"

"Where are we going?"

"To the playroom of course"

"Ooo do we get to play Xbox?" I giggle and Harry places a firm smack to my bottom making me jump a little.

Later the night I wake up with a small urge to get myself some water. Harry and I had a long night and I definitely need to hydrate. I walk into the hallway hearing the sound of small giggles coming from downstairs. I raise an eyebrow and creep towards the banister bending down.

I look through the bars seeing that Taylor has Ms. Jones gently placed against the wall with his lips lingering against hers.

Holy shit.

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