Chapter 43

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As soon as he’s in the corridor, Harry closes his eyes and asks himself what he’s doing.

As if on cue Charlotte calls.

‘Mr Styles,’ she says smoothly when he answers. ‘How are you?’

He ignores her for once, too panicked for pleasantries. ‘What have you done with the photos, Charlotte?’

‘What would like me to do with the photos?’

He turns to look at the door to Coco’s suite and he feels doubly betrayed because she was supposed to be nasty and shallow and only marrying Zayn for his money. But in the end, as he thinks of her in her suite full of flowers, it makes the decision easier.

‘Nothing.’

Charlotte waits a moment then says, ‘Are you sure?’

‘Yes. Just get rid of them, please.’

‘You must love him very much.’

He almost laughs because of all the people to know that, he never thought it would be Charlotte.

‘If I loved him wouldn’t I want to do what I could to get him?’

‘That’s the thing, Harry,’ she says, and he pictures her in her grand drawing room, the fire flickering, and it’s almost enough to make him smile. ‘When you love someone, really love them, you care about their happiness more than your own.’

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