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17 - Filler

A/N : hey guys!! this chapter is titled "filler", because that's exactly what it is! My filler chapters are shorter than my normal chapters, and usually have a bit of foreshadowing in them! Thanks for reading x

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"How dare you? How dare you do that to him? This was his biggest dream!" I yell.

Harry sits up from his bed, sleep still in his eyes. He pushes back his curly mess of a hair and wipes the drool from the side of his mouth.

I didn't feel bad one bit about waking him up from his sleep. I knew Harry had a ton of appearances, and this was one of his few off days a year. He takes a moment to identify his surroundings before he stretches, letting out a monstrous yawn.

"What are you on about love?" he finally asks, his eyebrows knitted together, and his lips still moist, even with the dryness in the room.

I couldn't help but find him cute like this, shirtless, eyes still restless from sleep, muscles still rough from staying in one place for too long. He pushes the white duvet to the side of the bed and gets up.

I watch as he pushes down his boxers that were riding up his thighs, and try to ignore the way the fabric of his boxers hugged him tightly.

I finally regain my voice, and avert my eyes from his half naked body.

"You fired James, he didn't do anything to me! He's just a boy who wanted to take photography for the website and you just couldn't handle that he was my friend," I say through gritted teeth.

Harry's face changes to one of annoyance.

"Well from what I saw, it looked as if he were bothering you," Harry lies, walking over to the wardrobe and picking out his clothes for the day. I stop myself from completely laughing out loud at him.

His wardrobe was filled with white collar dress shirts, black dress pants, and were lined at the bottom with leather black dress shoes. No shirt or trouser was out of place. Each one tagged with different colors. He looked as if he were taking his time, deciding what to wear.

"Harry if you don't hire him back then I'll – "

"You'll what?" he cuts me off, "go to my personal forums office and ask for his details? Use my personal chauffeur, at no cost to you, and go and see him? Is that what you'll do?" he asks.

His tone of voice didn't match his words. His words were condescending and knowing, yet his tone of voice was calm and almost cheery.

"I didn't use your damn personal chauffeur, rich boy," I huff.

Harry chuckles and turns towards me.

He bites his lower lip, and rolls his eyes. I could feel my cheeks warming, and he sucks in his teeth before setting his clothes on his bed and heading towards the bathroom.

"Harry," I say, latching onto his arm once I catch up with him.

Harry groans, and turns to look at me, a wistful grin implemented onto his features. He looked almost drunk. I hadn't seen him this happy? In what felt like months.

And I soon realize why he was acting this way. I was begging him for something, I was giving him attention, after all of these months of ignoring him and blaming him. He relished off of this, and something told me he would not re-hire James for a while, just to keep me at his tail.

"Yesss, my love?" he hisses.

"Please, I know you're pissed at me, and you can't trust me, but you have to bring him back here, this has been his dream since he was a little kid, I'm freaking 6 months pregnant, no guy at the moment finds me the least bit attractive," I plead.

Harry's face softens.

"I find you attractive, I find you very attractive, and I always will, because you'll always be beautiful to me," he says, in almost a whisper.

He takes my face in his hands, and I suddenly lose touch of all reality. I could smell his morning breath, which in reality, wasn't that bad. He smelled like old spice, and toothpaste. And in that moment, it was just him and I, and it hadn't felt like that in over a year.

He pauses for a moment, waiting for my reaction, before leaning in, his lips touch mine for a fraction of a second, before he pulls away.

His hands drop, and he smiles.

I stand there, bewildered and a little bit confused. Because what the hell was that?

"I need a shower, have breakfast with me," he states, his dimples popping.

Then he's disappeared into the bathroom.

I stand there, blinking.

What. The. Hell.