Games and Pleasure

Chapter 7: What is he doing here?

CHAPTER SEVEN

I know you care, I see it in the way that you stare.
~ "I Know You Care" Ellie Goulding

"Here," my mother said as she looked through her bag. " I brought you girls some presents."

Right now wasn't the best moment for presents, Brody's car was big enough for 6 people but we were 5 and 4 suitcases were taking all of the space. I could literally feel my mother's elbow getting deeper and deeper into my stomach as she rummaged through her bag.

"Mom we can do that later." Rebecca said from the front seat.

"Richard, where did we put the bracelets?" She asked my father, ignoring my sisters previous demand.

So she bought us bracelets? Good, I liked jewelry.

"Your small suitcase." He replied while going through his phone, not even once glancing at her.

My parents weren't the typical happy family but they managed to give that impression. My father is a lawyer at one of the most important firms in Connecticut and my mother, well, she's a chef, or used to be. Now she spends all of her time doing charity work with her not so real friends who happen to be as fake as their boobs.

We picked them up at the airport just a few minutes ago and now we were heading to the Soho Grand Hotel to leave their luggage and check in.

My mother sighed. "I guess we'll have to wait."

"It's ok, mom." I said as I noticed her eyes losing all the excitement that they once had.

I plugged my earphones in my iPhone and in a matter of seconds the voice of John Legend was the only thing I could hear. Thank God.

My head rested on the window inspecting the streets. I was tired, definitely tired. I felt like a million tap dancers were having a party in my head and my feet were being tortured by tiny screws. My mind momentarily wondering about Harry. He hadn't replied to my next and I sent it like three hours ago.

Are you obsessed with sex? I winced at the memory.

Did I really ask Harry if he was obsessed with sex or did I dreamt it? My cheeks were already blushing furiously just from the thought. Maybe my question pushed him away and made him realize how much of a creep I was.

I just couldn't keep my mouth shut, could I?

Harry's POV

As I drove down the streets of Manhattan I noticed some things I've never been bother to look at on a daily basis. For example, an empty abandoned building had been vandalized with red paint by some gang members trying to make a statement to the society, writing the words "No Rights, No Freedom".

Tell me about it lads.

Cassandra's text suddenly came to my mind. I wanted to see her, badly, but I knew that if I did I wouldn't be able to resist the urge of taking her back home with me.

Her face portrayed all the innocence a man could want in a woman. She was the type of girl that you took home to meet your parents and I didn't do that, I was not that type of person, I was not the type of man who desperately looks for a relationship and I was never going to be like that. I just wanted one thing and I was afraid she wouldn't be able to satisfy my needs.

I pulled into the parking lot of a familiar building and parked my car in the same spot I always do.

"Good afternoon Mr. Styles." One of the valets greeted me as he opened my door.

"Hey." I coldly said, I'm not one to socialize with the staff.

I grabbed my ray-bans that were laying on the seat next to me and exited the car.