The Rich Kid ➝ h.s ( Sequel to TBK)

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

Georgie

I walk through the front door, finding plates scattered about the living room, blankets and pillows thrown across the room and a big stain on our white couch. What happened in here?!?!?! Where is Louis?!?!? I swear if he did this...

I huff, crossing my arms and marching into the kitchen. I find Louis sipping on a cup of freshly poured, steaming coffee, his back turned. I glare at his back, shooting daggers his way." What are you doing? And what is that mess in the living room? " I ask calmly, but my patience with him is wearing thin. He turns around, startled.

" Oh, baby you scared me! " He says. I shake my head, as he walks up to me.

" Answer the question, " I say, narrowing my eyes. His smile falters and I can tell he knows there's no way I was gonna let this go.

" I missed you, " He says, pulling me into him by my waist, kissing my cheek. I can feel a smile tug at my lips, but quickly wipe it away and turn around, glaring at him.

" There is a big stain on our brand new couch, Louis! " I say, angrily. " How did that happen?!?! " He shrinks back, shrugging.

I place my hands on hips and sigh. " Never mind...just clean up that mess. I'm going up stairs and taking a shower, " I say I turn around and head upstairs in a quick fashion, trying not to completely blow up on him.

I open up the bathroom door and strip out of my clothes and get into the shower, taking a deep breath and let my body relax under the warm water.

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I sit on my bed in a towel, scrolling through Instagram, the TV playing lowly in the background. The bedroom door opens and in comes Louis, with a hesitant smile on his face. He pulls off his jeans an shirt, leaving him in just his boxers.

I avoid eye contact with his, locking my phone. Click.

I turn up the TV, when I feel the bed dip and Louis scoot closer to me.

      " I love you, " he whispers in my ear. I sigh-for about the hundredth time today-turning to look at him.

     "I love you too, " I respond. I decided to just forget the mess had ever happened, because I'm tired of always being mad at him. I mean he's my husband, well more like my little goofball.

      " And here's One Direction performing they're new song off they're album 'Made in the a.m!',"

       I quickly look over at the TV, so does Louis. I can hear a beat play, as the camera pans back and forth between the stage and some fans, the crowd was ecstatic and the room was dimly lit with lights strung up on the walls, but then that's when I saw him. Harry.

       " I told her that I loved her, not sure if she heard..." He sings softly, holding the mic in his hand. I smile, feeling my cheeks heat up; I'm not sure why, but I can feel Louis' eyes on me, making me feel uncomfortable.

" What are you thinking-" Louis starts.

       I turn off the TV, rolling over on top of Louis and kiss his cheek, making him grin. I giggle, sitting up in his lap, his hands on my hips. He pulls me down and connects my lips with his, kissing me with little force and caresses my cheek, then slowly grinds his hips into mine. I moan, but before things get to heated I roll off of him and turn the lamp off, sliding the covers over my body. He doesn't object what I did and we lay in silence.

       " that was payback for the mess you made in the living room," I say, a hint of a smirk on my face, breaking the silence. I hear him chuckle, before sliding under the covers with me.

       " I see how it is, " he says, amused. I laugh.
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I tap my foot impatiently, waiting in line to get a coffee. They're were about six or seven people in front of me and I only had about twenty minutes to get to work.

I look around and groan, people turn they're heads and look at me.

I step out of line, race outside of the shop, the bells jingling on my way out and pull my keys out of my bag. Out of nowhere I'm hastily handed a free magazine, almost making me drop my keys. I quickly shove the magazine in bag and race to my car.

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By the time I walk the though the doors of Willow's modeling agency I already have my boss on my tail.

" Would you care to explain why your late? " Willow ask, bleached blond hair perfectly sleeked back and pin straight, her grey eyes looking into mine.

" I lost track of time. I'm sorry...it won't happen again, " I explain, not thinking I should tell her I was late because I wanted a latte. She crosses her arms.

" You're right! It won't happens again, " she stated firmly, an edge to her voice as she saunters away.

I sigh in relief, walking into my office and slumping in my desk chair. I dig through my bag and my hands touch the shiny new magazine and to pass time, until my models got here I decided to flip through it.

" Harry Styles confirms his one night stand with Leah Bragg's, he says ' it wasn't that great, well I mean I prefer blondes over Brunettes anyways.' Styles explains, chuckling." I read, shaking my head, as I scan countless more articles about him; none of them being good. I stare shocked at his changed attitude. He's changed, definitely. Coming from me that says a lot, because I'm one to welcome change. He's turning into a self-centered prick, well I guess fame does that to you.

In disbelief. I open up my desk drawer and toss the magazine in, slamming it shut.

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hello! Sorry that this is all over the place, but I'm really tired but wanted to finally update, anyways I hope you like it :-)

Btw they're will be more Harry in the next chapters!