We get out of the car. Edward leads us to a balcony well furnished with sofas and a table. The racing ground was clearly visible from here. I look around like 2 year old looking at a new world. I have never seen something like this before.
"Wow, this is amazing," I say to Edward.
"Thanks. You betting on something Harry?"
"Maybe. Are you?"
"Yes. That 12 number horse is mine." he points.
"Sweetheart," Harry calls, it takes me a minute to realise he is taking to me, "Baby." he comes to me grabbing me by my shoulders.
"Yeah, yes." I say.
"Pick a number." he says.
"What?"
"Pick any of those numbers." he points at the horses.
"Umm, eight." I shrug.
"Okay." he kisses my forehead and asks Edward how to bet. A man approaches them and Edward asks Harry to give him the money.
"Two thousand dollars on number 8, please."
"What?" I say and grab his hand as he hands the cheque, "Are you crazy? I just randomly picked it, I don't know anything about horse racing."
"Hey, it's okay. I don't know either. Don't worry about it." he says.
"But..." I protest.
"Shh, I don't want any further discussion on this. Come on, let's enjoy." he says in his authoritative tone.
"Okay," I give him a small smile. We sit on the sofa, Harry between me and Edward. He keeps an arm around my shoulder and pulls me into his chest. I let go of resisting and rest my head on his chest. He places a light kiss on my forehead while stroking my hair. He is so nice at playing a good husband. The race starts in 20 minutes. Harry and Edward look at their horses through the binoculars. My eyelids become heavy so I try hard to keep my eyes open.
"Sleep love. I'll wake you when we leave." he whispers removing a strand of hair from my face. I close my eyes savouring this moment, enjoying this warm embrace of Harry before he goes back to being a monster again.
"Grey, wake up. We are home." a voice wakes me.
"Hmm..." I say not opening my eyes.
"Should I carry you?"
"No, I'm awake." I say still not opening my eyes out of laziness.
"No you are not." he says picking me up in bridal style.
"Ha-" I begin.
"Shh, it's okay. Sleep. We have plenty of time for dinner. I'll wake you."
When I wake on my own it's 12 at night. Harry is sleeping by my side. I switch on the night lamp and see a tray of food on the coffee table. Good job today. But don't be so stubborn next time, the note read. I eat the food and sit beside Harry caress his forehead.
"You are a good actor." I say to a sleeping Harry, "Almost made me think you actually love me. You know, Mr Paige thought you loved me, he told me not to let you go because you love me very much." He shifts in his sleep making me remove my hand.
"So, now you won't sleep all night?" Harry asks with close eyes. I gasp keeping my hand on my chest.
"Y-you awake?" I gulp.
"Hmm." he opens his eyes. He smiles and shakes his head, "You are the worst actor," he says, "Couldn't you just stay still and let me do my job?"
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Inescapable Love
Romance"Harry!" I gasp. Harry looks down at me furiously. "What the freaking hell are you trying to do?" he asks me in a rasping voice. "I-I" I try to say something but nothing came out of my mouth. "ANSWER ME!" he yelled. "My parents wanted me to do t...
