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Chapter 8

"Harry?! Did you just make a dirty joke? That is no way to act around a lady" I remark sarcastically.

"I'm sorry my lady, it's just that I can't help these thoughts from invading my mind. I'll try to be more careful when I'm around you" he plays along with my little act. The Harry I have come to know in my time inside his home is very different from who I thought he was.

I had always assumed that once someone gets famous, they immediately become self-centered and ignorant. When I first met Harry I didn't even consider the possibility of him being famous because he didn't seem like he was. If it hadn't been for those teenage girls outside the coffee shop screaming, I probably never would've known who the man standing before me was.

We walk inside his room and I take it all in, trying to absorb all my surroundings incase this is the first and last time I see them. His bedroom is not as big as I thought it would be and neither is his entire apartment. Other than the living room and kitchen, the rest of it seems like a normal sized apartment. His bedding is white and grey while his bedroom walls are a creamy color. There is an empty space where it seems as if furniture has been moved from this room.

"Why is that spot extremely lonely?" I ask.

"Oh, that. I had a bookshelf there but it got a bit crowded so I'm replacing it with a bigger one. I'm not sure if I should put it here or in the living room though" he contemplates. I observe his features as he stands there deep in thought. His emerald eyes are slightly squinted and his arms crossed on his chest. He taps his foot slightly and continues looking at the empty space in the room.

"Well, you could keep the same bookshelf here and just buy another one for your living room. That way you could have books here and there. Or a smaller one here and the main one there and vice versa" I suggest. He looks at me with an astonished expression.

"Wow. You can basically do anything, can't you?" He asks with a smile. I blush as his dimple makes a reappearance and I can't help but stare yet again.

"Not really. I can't really play any sports at all. I also can't do the splits or anything like that," I shrug. "But enough about me, please continue with the tour."

"Right this way then. The next room is my closet. It's a completely different room because I do a lot of fittings and needed a big space for them" he explains. Throughout the rest of the tour, I start paying less attention to what he's saying and more attention to Harry himself. The way he fixes his hair constantly even though it's already perfect. The way he plays with the rings on his fingers and rubs at his lips as if he's trying to remove a nonexistent substance off of them.

Every move he makes seems to take my breath away and enchants me. He had probably caught me on several occasions but I don't care anymore. If I'm never going to see this man again, might as well make the most of my time here. Whether or not I'll go as far as to sleep with him, I'm not sure of.

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The tour comes to an end as we hear the oven beeping from the kitchen. Harry slips on some classic plaid gloves and takes out the bread slowly. We heat up the spaghetti a bit more while the bread cools down and Harry pulls out a bottle of wine. I start to feel uneasy as he pops the cork off and reaches for two glasses from the cabinets. He pours wine into both glasses and passes the one with the most wine to me.

I look at the glass nervously before taking a sip. The wine tastes like a combination of something sweet with hints of bitterness and a slight sour taste. I have never before tried any sort of alcoholic drink so I'm not sure if this is considered really good or not. In general, I would think that this wine tastes okay but I definitely wouldn't drink it to wash away my sorrows.