Prince of Playboys (A Haylor Fanfic)

13 ~ Sparks Fly

   I stand there and I hesitated. I felt nervous the moment I step into this building. Harry was on his phone the whole time since after we left the hotel. Nobody was seem to recognized and everything that is this company was out of my league. Maybe this is why I felt nervous.

   What are you thinking? This is your league. This is your dad's company you're talking about and that man beside you is one of the world's most eligible bachelors for crying out loud!

   Yeah, what was I thinking? I should be proud of my father that he made this and that I should be lucky that I'm dating the Prince of England.

   Then again, he is Prince Playboy after all.

   Without paying attention to what is he saying on the phone, I knocked trice and I heard a voice saying, "Come in." I slowly opened the door and the door creaked. As the same as the rest, everything was well-made and it made me amaze. There, behind the desk, was a man in an Armani business suit. His grey eyes were set on his files and his aged face were serious as Harry on his phone. The whole place was silent like it was never silent before.

I tiptoed quietly and, without looking up, he said, "How can I help you?" I took a deep breath.

"Um... Dad?" I called out and he immediately look up. His expression changed and he grinned warmly at me that it reach his eyes.

"Taylor, my daughter!" He quickly got up and embrace me tightly. I gave a pat on the back as he embraces me tighter.

"Hey Dad," I smiled brightly, "How's work?"

"Oh, same old, same old. Anyway, why do want to come here?" He asked as he pulled away.

I made a face and said, "Do you want me to not come here and neglect you?" He chuckled as I laugh along.

"You're such a kidder, like your dad here," he raise his hand and I high-five him. "Where's your boyfriend?" He asked abruptly.

"He's... there," I pointed at him from behind.

"Yeah yeah, sure," he was still talking in his phone, "Okay, thank you. I'll call you back." He ended his call and went to us casually.

I smiled at him and gestured, "Harry, my dad. I don't think you two get to know each other."

"Yes. Nice to meet you, Sir," he shook his hand.

"Please, call me Mr. Swift," he smiled brightly.

"Okay, Mr. Swift."

"Anyway, Taylor," Dad started, "Sorry for not spending time with you when I was in London."

"Oh, that? That's fine, Dad. I know how you are busy with your work," I smiled.

Harry came to me closer, "If you don't mind, we should get going. We have a very important event to attend to." I looked at Harry in disbelief. What is he talking about? What event?

I tried to speak but Dad cut me off, "Of course, I don't mind at all."

"Anyway, thanks for understanding and your time. See you later, Mr. Swift," he said as he drag me to the door.

I decide to play along, "Yeah, see you soon, Dad."

"See you later," he waved casually and he went back behind his desk.

I got out of the office first and Harry shut the door quietly. I looked at him in anger. "What are you saying, Harry? You know that I want to spend time with Dad."

He hushed me with his finger on my lips. He smiled, "Don't worry. I wanted to show you something." He get something in his pocket and placed it inside my palm and close my hand, "Here."