The Maid For Styles

Chapter 44

A/N: This chapter includes sexual content. If you don't want to read it, you can sort of tell when it's about to get steamy, so when you realise, you can just skip over it. Love you all. xx

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Chloe's POV

The date was absolutely perfect. Harry had managed to fulfil my expectations by far, and I was honestly the happiest I'd been in a long time. We'd ended up watching the rest of Bambi, rewinding it back to parts we'd missed whilst he was marking my skin. Speaking of which, I had a large bruise on my collar bone that I'd discovered when I checked my appearance with my camera on my phone, after I'd awoken tangled in Harry's limbs. He claimed he loved it and I did too, to be honest. It was larger than the first one he'd given me, but I liked having something on my skin that visibly said I was Harry's.

When we left to go home, I didn't decide to change. I stayed in Harry's shirt and he stayed in his boxers as we drove home. We didn't stop for breakfast, seeing as we'd ended up staying up until two am, and eaten the whole bag of Twix's at that hour. I wasn't particularly hungry and neither was Harry, so we decided to skip it for the day.

"I've been meaning to ask you, where did you get that ute from?" I asked, as Harry and I sat at either end of the couch, legs tangled together.

"I hired it," he chuckled.

"When do you need to take it back?" I asked.

"I don't remember. I guess when the ute hire people, or whatever their called, come to the door and ask for it back, well, then, I'll be giving it back," he smiled cheekily.

I laughed and rolled my eyes. "Don't you have to take the ute back?"

"I'm Harry Styles. They can come to me," he joked, sending me a wink.

"Ahh, the famous 'I'm so much better than everyone, because I'm Harry Styles' line. Stuck up, asshole," I teased.

"You know it," he laughed.

I shook my head and glanced down at my phone next to me on the couch. My lock screen was a photo of Renee and I, sticking our tongues out. Once I saw Renee, I remembered I was going to be meeting up with her to meet her parents in two day's time, meaning Harry would've been home alone.

"You're going to be alone on Thursday," I said.

"Why?" He asked.

"I'm going out with Renee," I smiled. "If that's okay?"

He chuckled. "Why wouldn't that be okay?"

"Well, I mean, I still work for you. Speaking of which, I should probably clean up soon," I said, looking around the room.

Nothing was in place, really. I hadn't been focused on my job, Harry being my main priority. It was hard to focus on what I should've been doing, when Harry was with me 24/7.

Harry scoffed. "Do you what you want, I don't mind, but don't you dare clean. You don't have to."

"Harry," I chuckled. "It's my job."

"I don't care if it's your job. It doesn't feel like it when you're with me, so lets just keep it that way," he mumbled, flashing me a small smile.

I knew what he meant- it didn't feel as though I worked for him. It felt as though I lived in that house, simply, because I was Harry's and he was mine. It was as if we were a couple living by ourselves, without all the hectic boy band business and jobs. It was just us and it was just how I liked it.