couture. // haylor

vii

"it started with a perfect kiss then, we could feel the poison set in; perfect couldn't keep this love alive,"

[ayeee it was my birthday 4 days ago so i took a little time off, hope you like this one! x :]

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My feet hit the puddle of water that bundled up on the cement floor. The pavement beside Harry's house is filled with many small puddles as the aftermath of the rain due to the persistent but typical London weather. I curse under my breath as the murky water slowly sinked through the cotton of my socks, smearing the material all around.

Rain still trickle down from the grey sky, falling onto parts of my head and my face.

I finally get in front of his gate and rang the bell quickly, so I could get in as fast as possible to escape the humid air. For the second time, I see Belle rushing out of familiar entrance, her hands instantly pushing the buttons to open the gate.

I step in Harry's huge home, once again and the familiar scent of his house fills up my nose. This time, I've learned my lesson and decided not to manually take the clothes here myself, but to order them over tomorrow in the morning. I've placed orders yesterday from the designers I think Harry would like and they've confirmed them, so my part is done and all I can do now is just chill back and relax. My work starts tomorrow morning.

"Is she here?" Harry's voice drops from the upper floors, directing the question to Belle.

"Yes, sir," She answers back and gives me a smile before disappearing into the kitchen.

I've arrived pretty early so I doubt they've had dinner yet.

"Do you need any help in the kitchen, Belle?" I offer politely.

"No, thank you!" Her sweet voice sounds from the corridor behind the staircase.

I nod mentally to myself at the answer and decide to give myself a little wander. I know this isn't the best idea, but Harry shouldn't expect me to just sit around and wait until tomorrow, should he? I remind myself of the rule that he mentioned when I firstly became a stylist and that was not to nose around and break in his private boundaries; one of them is his home. I need to follow those limits and make sure I don't anger him, or tomorrow will just be pure awkward.

I walk up the stairs, making sure to avoid Harry's room and heading towards the opposite corridor that appears to be never ending. My mind wanders around every inch of his house, looking at each door and just imagining what could be inside.

As I reach the second door that I see, I trace the nice carvings on the white wooden material and my hands reach the knob. A slight peak can't be too much right? I mean, I am his stylist for a whole year, I'll learn about all this sooner or later right?

I turn the knob slowly and see white walls, a weird smell definitely filling my senses. That instantly flares up my curiosity and I open just a little more, but before I could see anything - huge hands pull me away from the door and of course, it's Harry's angry face and flared up nostrils. My heart suddenly dropped and I could feel all the horrible things I expect him to yell at me.

Instead, he looks at me, his eyes filled with disappointment and anger, his glare shot at me through the awkwardness in the air.

"I-I'm sorry, I had time to kill-" I start to explain myself, but he cuts me off instantly.

"Sorry? I told you not to fuck around here!" He curses me and I instantly flinch at his harsh words, "You really think that me saying all those nice things to you means we're close?"

Shame starts consuming my emotions and guilt takes over me. But for some reason, I was angry too. But I just couldn't figure out why. I didn't like the way he said that and I just felt my hopes and expectations crumbling to the floor.