The Devil Wears Saint Laurent (h.s.)

chapter thirty

Warning to people who aren't little perverts like me, there's some smut ahead!!

"Well I don't see the problem with that, considering she has experience. And as for Keira Dunne, you gave her notice of your resignation, which she was fine with. This could work out very well." The man told us, in regards to Harry asking me to be his agent.

It was happening, it was really happening. I no longer had to take other people's crap being a personal assistant, I was now Harry's agent! Which meant I worked with him and handled everything for him, I was in charge of his schedule which was perfect. I was ecstatic to do this and I know Harry was too. I was relieved that I brought it up to Keira and she encouraged me to go for it! She was totally ok with it which was a relief, everything was falling into place effortlessly. I was so grateful for it all.

Harry and I walked out of the office, with huge grins on our face. "How should we celebrate?" I asked excitedly while we got inside Harry's car.

"Definitely lets go to a bar and get shitfaced." He joked.

"Come on! Let's do something special." I begged and Harry shrugged.

"Well, what did you have in mind?" He asked me and I shrugged also.

"I don't know. How come we never visit your mom?"

Harry chuckled, "That was random."

"You only ever FaceTime your mom, why not just go to Cheshire and visit her? Your not busy anymore." I tell him, I could tell he was trying to avoid this conversation. I never knew why, but Harry was really distant with his family, he only ever talked to his mom and nobody else. His parents were divorced, he had one older sister who I've never seen him talk to, nor even mentions. I could never get Harry to talk about what went on in his family and I didn't want to push him.

He scratched the back of his head, "I don't know."

"Have you even told her about the baby?"

He shook his head, making me scoff. The last time I saw him speak to his mom was when he asked her to take care of his dogs, but that was a couple weeks ago and I was still very pregnant. He had lots of chances to tell her I don't understand why he was avoiding it.

"Why haven't you told her?" I interrogated him.

"Because, I don't know- I just have been nervous I guess."

"Nervous? Do you think she'll not like me?" I asked worriedly.

"No no, I just don't want her to tell my dad. If he finds out, he'll try and reach out to us and I don't need him in my life." He admitted, making me understand sort of, but I still wasn't getting the whole picture. What happened to him and his father?

"Oh, ok." I said quietly.

Harry let out a sigh, "Angel face, are you mad at me?"

I shook my head, "No I'm not mad."

"You look mad, come on just tell me what's bothering you." He pushed, but I knew the second I mentioned his family he'd just change the subject. There was no use trying to get it out of him yet.

"I'm not mad, really. Can you pick me up some mango nectar, I've been dying for some." Now I tried changing the subject, for both our sakes.