Love Trap (Slow Updates)

Seven.

Harry's pov;

"I want to change because my shirt has a little blood on it. So um could you like close your eyes?" She shyly asked.

I laughed lightly at her diffidence and nodded. I closed my eyes and gave her a gentle smile in order to ensure her I wasn't going to do anything I'm not supposed to. I hear her shuffle and I look down to continue with the cleaning. I see her bare skin from the corner of my eye and can't help myself but peek a little. Her bare back is quite toned, to be honest. Her skin looks as soft as cotton and the way she puts her pajama shirt on is quite ravishing, if that even makes sense.

It's bizzare how someone can be embarrassed even with showing a tad bit of skin, even if she has undergarments on. She might lack confidence, and I think it is quite obvious because of the way she thinks about her previous relationship.

I have acknowledged that she is a bashful, yet fierce, bold and independent person, in domains she feels comfortable in. She always has a comeback in a fight or exchange of ironic comments. I admire her for that, because sometimes I find myself, being fearful in fights and confrontation with someone I care about.

"Okay I'm ready" She steals my attention from my thoughts.

"Good. Go to bed" I said.

"Only because I'm tired" She said. Her eyes were still quite swollen from her crying earlier. She needs some well deserved rest.

"Have a good sleep" I said.

"Thanks" She said in a low voice, showing how tired she actually is without wanting to show it. She falls asleep faster than I thought, as when I have finished cleaning the floor, she doesn't move at all, she just breathes. She just peacefully exists.

I close her door slowly so as not to wake her up and march down the stairs of the building. I haven't been in this building before, to my surprise. I remember how she didn't think it would be too easy for me to find her apartment, since we're on the same floor and laugh lightly at her foolishness.

I go back to reality when I get my phone from my nightstand and see the time. I get changed and get my bag as fast as I can.

I roam the streets of New York, trying to find the address I have memorized ever since I got it in my hands. They said it's our new spot, more innovated and lavish. They said it's a treat, since I'm getting better fight by fight. Bullshit. They also said, they will only keep me there if I do good in this fight. I don't even care what they think. They are only doubting me because I am controversial on several of their opinions and suggestions. Besides, I'm their money maker, they shouldn't go against them. If it wasn't for me, neither of us would be able to feed ourselves. Those assholes, thinking they can go against me. I could change them for a better management team whenever I want to, that will treat me as I please and as I deserve.

"Harold!" I see Louis' face lighten up as soon as he sees me enter the place. He throws his cigarette away and comes at me, doing his usual handshake.

"You're here earlier than me" I said, looking around the new place.

"I wanted to check if this place is legit. Someone could have tricked us, you never know" He said.

Louis is my manager and best mate, along with Niall, who's not here yet. Typical of him, he knows Louis will be smoking before I begin training so he comes after. He's such a good guy, I don't know why he hangs out with us. He has the most sanity of us all.

There's also Liam, but he's caught up in England, doing his father duties. He knocked up his girlfriend by accident and he's only 23. But he enjoys it, so I give him credit for that. He's a good father. I need to go visit him soon, maybe in Christmas.