What's Written In The Stars [H.S]

Part 62

"Welcome. It isn't that great, but it's home." Harry says as we walk into Harry's penthouse in L.A.

"It isn't great?" Aliya scoffs at Harry as we stand in the passageway of the penthouse.

I leave my suitcase and walk to the living room. My jaws drop to the floor as I take in what I'm seeing. It's huge and beautiful. The house is decorated in grey, navy blue and cream colour combinations. The narrow passageway leads to the living room, where there is an navy blue L-shaped sofa, a huge ass T.V. with speakers on the side, a square grey colour carpet with a cream coloured medium-sized circular coffe table right in the middle. There's an open kitchen on the right. The kitchen counter separating the living room and the kitchen. There's a dining table for four, with the legs of the table and the chairs being metallic, which gives off a greyish look. The top part of the table is glass.

There's this window wall that stretches all the way from the kitchen to the end of the living room. Outside, there's a small rectangular swimming pool. I can see the amazing view of sky scrappers through the windows.

On the left, there's a glass-suspended staircase, against the wall, leading towards the first floor of the duplex. On left hand side of the staircase is a door.

"Let me show you around." Harry smiles at us as he rolls two of our suitcases into the living room.

"There are three more suitcases down in the lobby. " I remind Harry.

"Don't worry, I'll ask Fredrick to bring them up." He says as he pulls out is mobile from his jeans' pocket.

"Fredrick?" Aliya raises an eyebrow.

"Oh, he's like my security-cum-maintenance-cum-driver." Harry winks and puts his mobile to his ear.

"Good afternoon, Fredrick. How are you today?" He speaks politely into the mobile.

I walk over to the window wall and look out. The view is breath taking. The swimming pool reminding me of the last time I was in the pool. Heat rushes to my cheeks and I shake my head to remove the dirty thoughts.

"He'll be here with the suitcases in 10." Harry informs us.

"10 minutes? So soon?" Aliya plops down on the couch.

"Yeah, he lives on the floor below mine, with his wife, Maria and his daughter five year old daughter, Rose." He smiles as he too sits down next to Aliya.

"They seem nice." I walk over to the kitchen area.

"They are the most sweetest family you'll ever meet. Maria is like my housekeeper, she usually cooks meals and cleans this place for me while I'm here in L.A. And Rose is a sweetheart. She just melts your heart." I hear Harry say and I touch the pots and pans, hanging off the hook. The kitchen looks modern and luxurious. Everything looks spotless clean.

"Come on! I'll show you guys around." Harry stands up and Aliya follows. I walk out of the kitchen and walk towards them.

"Well, you've already seen the living room and the kitchen. That door there..." He points to the door on the left of the stairs, "Is one of the four bedrooms."

He opens the door and we again are greeted with the same colour combinations. A queen sized bed, with two side tables on each side and a small cupboard with sliding doors. There's another door right next to the cupboard.

"That's the bathroom. All the bedrooms have an attached bathroom." Harry answers my question.

I nod my head and he closes the door and motions us to follow up the stairs. He climbs first, Aliya right behind him with me following behind. The stairs lead to a wide hallway with with two doors on each side. Theres a long rectangular grey carpet covering the length of the floor.