Spotlight H.S.

Treat 'er right

Hadley's POV
"Hey, Walter Jr.! What's up my dude?" I say excited to see him.
Harry pulls through the gates and parks in front of the house. He then opens the door and jogs around to my side.
"My lady." He says in a fake American accent.
I laugh and take his hand as we walk in two sheepdogs come running towards us. They both jump up almost knocking me down.
"Hey Minnie, Mickey. Down. Go to your room." Harry says in a calm voice.
" I'm gonna go shower and change, for real this time. You can stay in my room or with the dogs, if you want. No one else should be home." He says turning around and walking towards the winding staircase. I follow behind him. His room is large and is divided into two sections. The half farthest from the door has a king size bed and on the far wall there is a bay window that has bookshelves on either side. Across from the bed there is a coffee table and two chairs on each side. The side closest to the door had a large couch and a television. The door to the bathroom is in the middle. The walls are a light gray color and the room is very neat.
" I'll be out in a few babe." Harry says as he quickly pecks my lips and walks into the bathroom.
I walk to the bookshelf and grab a book- The Great Gatsby- in mint condition. I walk over to his bed and immediately wrap myself in the blankets. I'm reading for about ten minutes, when Harry walks out of the bathroom with a towel hanging off of his hips. He walks over to his dresser which is in the room with the books and walks out with clothes in hand. He begins towel drying his short -unruly-curly locks.
"Whatcha reading babe? Well what were you reading before staring at me?" Harry chuckles at that last part.
"Ha ha. And The Great Gatsby." I reply with snark.
He walks into the bathroom and comes out dressed five minutes later.
" Can we go visit Walter and the others?" I nearly blurt out.
"Sure, let's go." Harry walks towards the door.
Walter is Harry's grandfather like figure. He doesn't really work for the Hudson family anymore, he is more like a part of it. Walter just really likes to watch the staff, he has a room upstairs he would rather be in the kitchen while the staff is running. I guess you could say he's their drill sergeant. We reach the staff kitchen where the staff is cooking for a charity event Mrs. Hudson hosts every year. The staff isn't full time only when needed, because Harry's family is actually quite average despite having a shit load of money. I see the tall-lanky-old man dressed in comfy clothes, yelling at a young event waitress.
" Walter my love!" I scream running towards him.
" Hadley!" The old British man exclaims.
" Is he treating you well?" Walter cups my face in his hands. I nod.
"If he's not I'll break his legs. You better be a good boyfriend." Walter tells us both his tones changing.
" yes Walter of co-. Wait how did you know we're dating?" Harry asks confused
"Just a guess by the way you look at her mate." Walter chuckled as he wraps me in his arms.