couture. // haylor

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"a lion doesn't strike a prey as soon as it sees one."

[here's a little double update for you guys :]

ps. sorry if this was a little boring, next chapter is going to be better i promise!! 

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After a day of interviews, I find myself discovering new things in Harry's office. Such as the fact that one of his bins automatically shred paper or the fact that he has two spare shirts under his desk (I secretly refold them everytime due to the horrible job he's done).

I've stayed in the office long enough to discover those things and I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing. But sure enough, it's definitely a sign that I've been his office for way too long.

"Stay here", "wait here", "don't go anywhere" were mentioned to me almost the whole day after dressing Harry and my days were spent waiting for Harry to either finish an interview or wrap up a surgery.

Every now and then Jen would pop in and say hi before being called to assist a patient and then, again, I would be left there for boredom to eat me up. 

But surely, the last thing I want was Jasper to come in. Just seeing him walking around the halls give me the chills. Seeing him the first time was horrible enough, let alone receiving a stinging slap. I'm afraid of just being in a certain radius near him or even sensing his presence. He looked like a soulless, evil human being or a ghost that lingered in the hospital rather than a doctor. I couldn't imagine him being responsible for any surgeries after that encounter a few days ago.

Apart from that, something that is starting to keep me up at night whilst sleeping on the bed in my apartment. And that's the way Harry acted earlier before. I know that it was a small gesture and it could just be out of pure force. Maybe he felt as if it would look good to ask me to be careful, but I couldn't help it. 

I couldn't deny that he was beautiful - the way he walked into the office and got changed into the outfit I set up for him and the way he would stare at me as I picked them was just absolutely admirable. At times I question if I wanted to kiss him. But I couldn't swallow the thoughts and comprehend them properly. Me and Harry? Pfft. Impossible. He's a client. 

A client and nothing more.

I know that I'd be falling for him with these thoughts, so I should try pushing them away. I have to muster up the energy to not get lost in my thoughts filled with an ocean of green eyes. 

I fiddle with the leather on the couch, picking some of the pieces out and getting them stuck on my nails. My eyes flicker to the clock to the left and it reads 10:30 pm. 

You've been here since 6 in the morning and all you've managed to do is have a bowl of microwaved carbonara and wander around in his office? My conscience scolds me for my lack of productivity, but I was too tired to listen to her. My mind was sleepy and that means it's time for her to do nothing but shut up.

The door opens and familiar footsteps padded on the office floor as I sit up.

Harry looks at me as I try to fix my posture and not look like I've been bored out of my mind in this hell office of his.

"Great work today, I'll see you tomorrow," He dismisses me coldly, as he always does. I swear he's bipolar. One moment he could be completely nice, but you could blink and he could be an emotionless man. I just wondered why he would show the other side of his personality if he would eventually switch back to being so cold.

I stand up and gather my things.

"I have a day off tomorrow, so don't bother coming over. The day after I have an event with the hospital management early in the morning, so I need you to be over pretty early. I'll get the schedules sorted out, my manager will inform you about it some time soon," He notifies me and  I nod slowly.