It is Complicated (Harry Styles Fanfic)

CHAPTER 33

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CHARIS’ POV

            “I just have to do some business, you know.” He answered and hands me a pink box.

            I immediately let him in as I scrambled with my things messed up on my center table. “You should have called me, Matt. Did Mel know?” We both sit on the couch as I settle the box on top of the table.

            “Yeah. I called her to know where you are. I want to surprise you.” He chuckled. “Those are cupcakes by the way.” He winked.

            “You didn’t have too.” I told him. My brother never fails to surprise me. When I’m with him, I sure am a spoiled brat.

            “Well, I can’t waste time.” I shrugged because ever since, dad had trained him to value time like it’s an investment. Make every second count and productive. “I’ll be flying later tonight, or maybe even midnight.”

            “What?” I exclaimed as I start to open the box. Did I just forget I was just eating some ice cream? Mum’s definitely gonna kill me for her shoot. “When did you arrive?”

            “Yesterday, noon. I was at the pub last night after the meeting.”

            “Nah. Mel told me not to go to the pub last night. You two always do that.”

I manage to say in full mouth as I offered him the box with eight more left.

            “Well, at least I cleared my afternoon for my baby sister.” He teased. He knows how much I hate him calling me baby sister, because let’s just face it, it’s lame and disgusting.

            So I groaned as he laughed at himself then we were both silent because the cupcakes taste so heavenly.

            “So..” He started and I looked up to him cautiously as I contemplate which cupcake to eat next.

            I immediately frowned because I know what he wanted. He visits every time something shitty happens like this.

            So I successfully thought of a way to distract him. “Well, you have to explain the Bentley.” I cocked an eyebrow and took a bite on the cupcake.

            He sighed and removed his glasses to pinch his perfect nose bridge. I wonder when he’s going to marry his fiancée. His brows are as thick as it had always been. His jaw is just perfect, only that facial hair that was shaved is starting to grow back. His eyes are as light green as Mel’s slightly far from our father’s. Maybe that eye color is from their mum.

            “Well,” He cleared his throat that pulled me out of my trance. I waited but he didn’t speak, he’s thinking so much of how to put words in a sentence. He always does that. He’s very crucial and careful in voicing out things because according to Gran it’s for legal safety reasons or whatever I don’t care at all.

            “Well, I know it’s not from you, Matt.” I told him. “No offense.”

            He rolled his eyes and rested his back on the seat and exhaled. He knows he won’t win this.

            “I mean, you would first ask me what I want before deciding if it’s economical to buy it or not for me, which you always turn out to buy me.” I smiled and gave him a teasing look because I know how much he wanted to always make me happy, especially after I was sent away to NYC.