Balance*EDITING*

Chapter four

Harrys POV~

I search through the pile of papers only to find myself unlucky. "crap, where could I have put this damn thing." I really need to organize my desk it looks like an avalanche hit it, but with paper not snow. It might be in my room by my bed...my thoughts trailed.

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I shuffle through the sea of papers just to get out of my office and end up tripping on the garbage can that had been hidden by all the crap I made. Sometimes my mind needs to let off some steam so I come in here to write and then one thing leads to another and I end up writing an entire fucking book on why the world is a horrible place.

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I know, I know what a buz kill right, well if you got a problem with me you can talk about it with the rest of the people who thought I gave a fuck about them.

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Anyways back to finding my paper. Why is it that when I don't need to find something it pops up but when I do need it, it fucking dissapears like it was never established.

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"What the fuck.." I talk out loud as if anyone is listening. I really need to clean this damn place. When was the last time I organized myself.

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TWENTY MINS LATER

I finally find the paper and grab my keys and head out to the magazine building.

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Mack POV~

I struggled opening the door to the building as I had five files of pictures with me and two cups of coffee, but of course with my luck nobody seemed to take me into consideration.

As the last group of people walked through the door I had been holding open for what seemed like five years, my fingers started sweating as the sun was beaming down on my body.

Of course it wouldn't have been a real day in the life of Mack if I hadn't had some kind of accident.

With the sun still burning through my skin, I ended up dropping all the files and of course they fell right when a gust of wind dropped down.

I launched myself forward trying to save the files and just as I was lunging I tripped and both coffees spilled all over a business man.

"Ahhhh shit what the fuck is wrong with you it's in my eyes!" he screamed out in pain.

"Oh my gosh I'm so sorry I'm so sorry it was an accident I'm just trying to save my work and I didnt..." I realized he wasn't listening and apologized once again and went to pick up the photos.

About three minutes later I found all the photos and stuffed them in my Manila folders.

Why am I such a clutz it's literally impossible how much chaos I can cause just by tripping.

I sigh one more time and take a moment to catch my breath.

I take one more breath and head back into the building.

I close my eyes for a split second and end up crashing into someone.

We both tripped and I fell on top of him and my files slid across the floor and fell open again.

I looked back at this man to see if he was alright and my breath caught at the sight in front of me.

The most perfect sculptured face I had ever seen. These emerald eyes and perfect shaped lips had my mouth open agape.

"I umm I'm sorry I didn't um sorry."

I lift myself and look around at the mess of pictures all over the floor.

"It's fine just watch where your going. Your in a city full of people and one day someone won't be quite as nice."

I nod at his response and look up once again as our eyes meet now that he is standing. He towers over me like a skyscraper. His figure is very fit and I see a little smirk playing at his lips as he catches me checking him out.

"Listen sweetheart" My head props up at the nickname and I cock my head to the side as to say 'was that really necessary'. "How about you pay me back with a kiss."

It was then I noticed the thick accent rolling off his tongue along with the sleazy remark.

"Yeah in your dreams pretty boy." I pick up the last photo and once again put it in the Manila folder and shake my head at how I thought this man would be different from all the other sick men in the world. But that's my problem isn't it. I always think people will be different and it's just a disappointment in the end.

I turn around to walk away but he steps in front of me. "Look it's just a joke lighten up a bit." He speaks. "I'm sorry but I don't know who you are therefore I don't need to listen to you." I respond

"What the fuck is your problem you were just checking me out a minute ago." He exclaims

"Get over yourself I was just seeing if you were okay I did just trip over you."

I save my ass

"Oh yeah definitely sweetheart, that's exactly what you were doing" he rolls his eyes catching me in the act again.

"Will you quit with the nicknames I'm already late as it is I don't have to deal with this."

He grabs one of my wrists and pulls me around the corner just as I started walking away.

As soon as his fingers make contact with my skin my instincts kick in. My breathing becomes harder and my heart is beating a million a minute.

"LET GO OF ME!" I scream and already feel tears falling.

"Whoah Whoah Whoah calm down I wasn't going to hurt you." He let's go of my wrists and I feel in a state of shock as the images flash in my mind.

I look up in his eyes and see the concern written through them.

I shake my head and just stare at my feet for a few seconds.

"I uh I'm.. Uh it's fine just I uh. I h-have t-to go." My stutter starts and I rush out of the hallway and to the nearest bathroom trying to compose myself.

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HI GUYSSS!!! I'm SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SOSOSOSOOSO SORRRY FOR NOT UPDATING! I REALLY JUST COULDN'T I DIDNT HAVE TIME AND I SWEAR TO JESUS I WROTE THE BEGINNING OF THIS CHAPTER SO MANY TIMES. THATS WHY ITS SO BAD I COULDN'T FIND ANY WORDS FOR IT! Once again I'm so sorry! But I hope you guys enjoy thanks so much for reading I love you! :) -Gabby