until the end; narry

eight

Theme Song: Perfect- Selena Gomez

We returned to the office. I know everything about Savannah Styles. Her full name, her favorite tea which is also mine, chai. Her favorite color, her dimples like Harry's whenever she giggles, her body type, very curvy and made every man drop to his feet. Long hair that goes like doves and honey colored eyes that could suck you into her in a whole. I can't hate her. I just can't. I also know that their marriage was arranged. As the son of a man and family with a very high reputation, you can't just be seen with anybody. She's one of the founders of Gianni Opium. A beautiful jewelry company that's going head to head with Tiffany and Co.
She's always flying out the states for meeting and grand opening. Leaving such a lovely man at home. How could his father do this. He's controlled every aspect of Harry's teenager life and now that he's on his own, he's still controlling it.
Harry played with the buttons on his dress shirt. " Come.." His voice lingers off. I turn to him. " Come to dinner. With Savvy and I." The nick name Savvy rolled off of his tongue so gracefully and sexily. The way he but his lip when he would say the V part of her name. The name has meaning, it had purpose. His wife. His dear wife.
" Harry. You know I can't." I say sternly. " I want to keep this professional. Boss and-"
" Niall..please..you know what this is. Our marriage is arranged..I-I want you." Harry says. My body was fully turned towards him. " You love her." I growl. " I do. For a few months I felt right with her but I feel alive with you, Niall." Harry stood and took my hand from across the desk. " Please." He says. " Why should I trust you? Why would I meet your wife." I ask stubbornly. " I want to prove that we are nothing more than a press show. The only people that believes us is the press and my family. We both want more. You are my more." Harry pleads.
  " You know who I am. Hell you saw me on t.v before you even met me. You know my ignorant family, you know my reputation. I swear to you this is nothing more than a stunt for publicity." Harry's eyes became glassy. Is shifted in my seat.

"Promise me it's nothing more." I say sternly. Looking him in his eyes so he's knows that this isn't a sensitive subject. " I promise." He strokes my hair and pull my face close to him by the crook of my neck. He leans down and kisses my forehead. " Trust me Niall..just trust me." I looked into his glassy green eyes, and gripped his hand.

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" Niall! Where is my charger?!" Zayn yelled from upstairs. " Didn't you leave it in the laundry room?!" I yell back up at him. " Fuck." I heard him groan. I hear his keys jingle and his footsteps come down the stairs. He was on his way out of the door. My phone suddenly vibrates.
Harry
Hey, are you still attending tonight?

Fuck. I forgot. What am I going to tell Zayn? It's pizza night. His favorite night.
He comes back into the house, charger and keys in hand. "Hey, Z?" I ask Ashe walks past me.
" Yeah." He says as he stops. " I have to go take care of something tonight. It's super important and I just can't miss it. You think I can miss pizza night this once?" I plead. " Yeah. Hailey was actually coming over tonight, I was gonna run it by you but I'll be okay." He says.
" Alright well, I'm gonna go get ready."
" Yep." Zayn travels up the stairs. When I heard his door shut, I made my move.

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"2407 BridgeWood Avenue...2407 BridgeWood-" Niall chanted to himself as he pulls up to the grand home. The gates were open and the driveway was long. Accompanied by green landscaping. Niall parked to the side and fixed his black dress shirt. He didn't know how to dress but he hoped it wasn't too over the top.
The doorbell was loud and could probably be heard from a few houses away.
After not too long of a wait, the grand wooden oak door was opened.

There stood a tall, gorgeous, curvy woman. Her hair fell perfectly down her shoulders, silkier than silk and looser than a river. Her beautiful diamonds on her chest complimented her caramel and honey colored skin. Her dress was designed into a deep v neck, her cleavage showing but not too traveling, the peach colored dress hugged her curves tightly and perfectly like the dress was customized for her. Her legs, long and beautiful leading down to a pair of white expensive looking heels. Her skin so soft and delicate. Her lips spearing soft to the touch and so easily melted into. Her natural lashes, beautiful and long. She was perfect.

" Hello. You must be Niall. I'm Savannah. Harry's wife." She held out her hand to shake and Niall took it. He was right, her hands were soft to the touch and delicate. "Please, come in."  She steps to the side to let Niall in. He was almost stuck in his place from her beauty. But he somehow managed to make himself move.
The floor was beautiful dark wood. The living room to the left was themed in cream and black.
The window sills big enough to sit on and stare at the beautiful landscape to the side of the house that was lit up by what seemed like Christmas lights that lead to the backyard. I noticed the cascading staircase. That's where they sleep. That's where they love.
     Beautiful golden light came from the kitchen.  Savannah leads me through it and shows me what's in the menu. " Roast Chicken, sweet corn with broccoli, there's salad and of course, white and red wine. Which ever is your preference." She smiles at me sweetly. Standing a little taller than me in her heels.
" Oh um, This is your home. Who am I to come here and make demands." I chuckle nervously.
" Oh, don't be silly love. Any friend of Harry's is a friend of mine."

I swallow the lump in my throat.

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