Hollow (Harry Styles) #Wattys2016

Chapter 49

Songs:

Solo Un Suspiro: Alejandra Orozco

Little Me: Little Mix

The Story: Sara Ramirez

I Could Fall In Love: Selena

I Can't Help Falling In Love:  Meghan Trainor (Spotify Sessions)

Harry's POV

The harsh sunlight pouring on my face and body finally woke me up. I turned from my laying position on my stomach to the side so I could face Katarina. I hoped she was still asleep, I loved to watch her sleep so peacefully. To my surprise, and annoyance, the space next to me was fucking empty. I hated waking up with her not in bed with me. In her place was a row of pillows aligning up with my body, probably why I hadn't noticed she had gone.

I sat up, checking for the time as I adjusted my sight. It was about nine thirty, I had slept in. No wonder she wasn't in bed anymore. She wasn't one to sleep in and relax. That woman was jittery and got stir crazy way too quickly. I leaned back against the headboard, gathering myself so I could get up, when I noticed the lotus flower I had given her was sitting in a small vase on top of a tall vanity across the room.

Just as I was about to let my imagination run wild, there was a knock at the door. Before I could answer, the door swung open, Odette walking in slowly with her hand covering her eyes while her other carried a rather heavy looking tray. "You better not be naked Harold."

"I'm decent," I answered, thankful that I had listened to Katarina and put on some shorts to sleep in.

"Morning, Harold, brought us breakfast," she said holding up the tray full of food.

"You didn't make it, did you Grey?" I asked cautiously remembering the last time she had tried to cook when she had stayed in London.

She gave me an annoyed look before setting the tray on the bed and sitting at the end. "No, I didn't, Rosita did, I just didn't want to be around mother dearest and the grandmother from hell."

I gave her a knowing look, I really wouldn't want to spend time with them either. "Where's Katarina?" I asked as I took a sip of the grapefruit juice, by the taste of it, before popping a fork full of fresh fruit from my plate into my mouth. I was actually starving.

"Horseback riding with Alex and Olivia," she mimicked me, eating some of her fruit.

"She rides fucking horses?" I asked, not bothering to wait until I finished chewing.

She made a disgusted face as she nodded, eating more of her fruit. Both of us made equal jokes regarding each other as well as going over the activities for the week. I should have known she had no clue what was going on. She was just like Katarina in many ways, but she didn't have a need to know every detail in order to plan her day accordingly. I don't know if I found it refreshing or annoying.

"Harold," she spoke as we both finished our breakfast. "What's wrong with my sister?"

I looked at her, confused by her question. I began to panic, thinking that something was wrong with her and I didn't know about it.

"I mean, why are there so many secrets and why did you have to sign a nondisclosure agreement for grandpa Max?" She continued, probably noting my surge of panic.

"How do you know about that?" I was sure that was something that was meant to be between Max and myself. No one else was supposed to know, especially not Odette.

"I set up alerts on my computer whenever some weird thing comes up about her in either company," she shrugged as if what she just said was not out of the norm. "So you did sign one," she pressed. "Why?"