The Devil Wears Saint Laurent (h.s.)

chapter twelve

DOUBLE UPDATE BC WHY NOT
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"Oh sorry." I quietly say and keep my brown eyes locked with his jade eyes.

He looks nervous. His usual cocky smirk is rpelaced with his lips in a tight line.
"You left you purse in my c-" He begins, but is interrupted by my nosey parents.

"Mija, who's this?" my mother asks while obviously staring at Harry.

He looks at me and back at them, he smiles at them and reaches his hand out towards my father. "I'm sorry, I'm Harry." he says while shaking my dad's hand. Great, now my father is gonna love him.

"Charlotte is your personal assistant?" My mother asks while blushing, she thinks he's handsome.

Harry nods, "She is, but I think of her more than just my assistant." He says making ny eyes widen at his words, where is he going with this, oh god.

"She's a friend as well." He finishes, allowing me to finally breathe, nice save Harry.

"Ay, mira cómo agradable es!" Look how sweet he is. My mother exclaims.

"Mamá." I scold.

"Charlotte, why don't you invite Harry with us for lunch?"

I turn to Harry who now wears that famous cocky smirk, "I'd love to." He chirps.

"Wonderful!" My dad claps his hands together. I walk towards the street and stand and wait for a taxi. Harry looks at me like I'm crazy.

"What are you doing?" He asks while chuckling.

"Getting a taxi."

"No, come on lets take my car. We all fit perfectly." he says pointing to his black range rover, my parents wouldn't hesitate to jump in his car.

"Alright." I sigh.

We all get into the car. I wanted to sit in the back, but my parents insisted that I sit in the passenger seat next to Harry, while they sat in the back.

"Where did you guys want to eat?" Harry asks politely.

My mother shrugs, "We don't really know, Chevy's is fine." She says, making Harry chuckle.

"I think I'll show you guys a really good place, do you guys like Thai food?"

Both of my parents nod and Harry explains to them the restaurant he's taking us to, while I sit in the passenger seat with my mouth gaping open wondering how in the hell is this happening, am I dreaming?

We get to the restaurant and Harry ends up getting us a seat immediately, the perks of being rich and famous I guess. The hostess gives us a booth, Me and Harry sitting across my parents. I can already sense the tension between me and Harry. I turn to look at him for a second, and am completely pulled in by his looks. He looks so damn good, his messy long hair, his pink supple lips, his shirt that has the top buttons undone showing off his toned chest.

He caught me looking and gave me a cocky smile, while chewing his gum. He looks so sexy, I hate it. I looked down at my thighs in embarrassment. While waiting for the waitress to arrive, Harry turned to me to speak.

"Charlotte, I didn't know you were hispanic." Harrys says and I shrug, "Where are you guys from?" He asks my parents.

"Colombia." My father says proudly, "I married Charlotte's mother there and we moved to the states when we found out she was pregnant with our little muñeca." My dad pinches my cheek playfully, making me blush in embarassment. My parents always called me their little doll.