Veronica (not zarry)

Chapter 16

Chapter 16

Brooke's POV

"Where were you?" Harry's stern voice sends a shiver down my spine. Why am I feeling so intimidated? I haven't done anything wrong.

"Good morning." I reply closing the door with my leg.

"Where were you?" He demands getting off the couch and walking towards me.

"I told you. I was with Angela." I shrug my shoulders nonchalantly and drop my purse on the kitchen counter.

"Bull shit! She never came with us yesterday." his eyes search my face and I look away. Pretending to stare at the time on the clock behind him. "I knew you were at Zayn's." he hisses, venom dropping in each word.

"Well, is that too bad? It's not like we did something." I snap back looking him in the eye.

I see a weird look cross his features. Of doubt? Uncertainty?

"You don't trust me, do you?" I ask gazing into his eyes for my answer but he looks away. "Tell me Harry!"

He runs a fervent hand through his hair. "I just wish you would have told me. " he looks at me, concern etched on his beautiful face. "I was waiting all night for you to return."

"You hardly ever stay over Harry." I whisper, my voice cracking slightly.

"I know, that's why I am trying. But you don't give me a chance." He whispers back. When did we go from shouting to whispering?

"I'm sorry. I should have called." I apologise and make my way to him. He leans against the kitchen counter and I wrap my hands around his nape. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay babe." He smiles and rubs his nose against mine. "Well get ready now."

"Why?" His green eyes sparkle at my curiosity.

"A friend of mine has an art exhibition. He invited me. I know how much you love these formal parties so I said yes." He rolls his eyes. I really do love these formals.

"Yes!" I smile and attach my lips to his. He kisses me out of pure desperation and want for me. He really did miss me. His hands remain at my waist and mine thread in his hair. He moans.

"If you don't stop now, we'll never make it out if the apartment." He winks, pulling back.

"But what about work Harry?"

"I'm sure Veronica will handle it." He replies.

With that said I make my way to my bedroom to get dressed. Oh how much I loved these formal parties. Harry leaves to go to his house to dress up. He was coming within an hour to pick me up.

The doorbell rings signalling Harry's return. I take one last look at myself in the mirror. I'm wearing a cocktail dress, midnight blue. It stops three inches above my knee and it has a low cut back. My hair is up in a bun and I wear black strap up heels.

I rush over to the front door and grab my purse from the kitchen table. I open the door and Harry is standing in a grey button down shirt and black dress pants. He looks so hot. "Wow," I compliment him, stepping out.

"You look amazing." He hooks his arm around my waist and pulls me into him. He kisses my cheek and his lips run up to my earlobe. He nips on it and a shiver runs down my spine. "But I get to take you out if it later," he whispers.

I smile in response and he tugs and drags me to the elevator as I'm still in my dazed state. He surely knows the effect he has on me.

We get into the car without ripping each others clothes off. Before I realise it, we pull outside an enormous building. It looks like a commercial one with only offices. There is a long line of cars parked. Harry eases the car into an empty spot and we get out.