The One and Only

C h a p t e r 8

I slowly open my eyes to see the sun gleaming through the window brightening up the entire bedroom

It's much more beautiful in the sunlight I can see everything more clearly

As I slowly start to rise from the bed the pain from my neck aches pulling me back down causing me to release a painfully moan

Suddenly there's a soft knock at the bedroom door "Kataleya" the sound of a woman.. strange I thought me and Harry were alone

I choose not to reply back, right now I'd rather be left alone

However this does not stop the woman at the door. A small petite woman walks in wearing a maid uniform, ironic Harry didn't like any help around the house but I guess when you live alone it's hard to keep things tidy

"Hello Miss Cortez, I'm Eloise the new maid I'll be here to assist you with anything you need" she looks as though she is in her early twenties, her voice is soft and humble from the sound of her voice she seems nice

"With all due respect you can tell Harry I don't need any help especially from him" I feel bad using a harsh tone with her when she's being nothing but polite

But right now with the pain of my neck and irritation of being here I can't really help it

I lift my head slightly of the pillow to take a closer look at her she has dark brown hair with light ocean eyes, her skin pale and her structure slim, in other words she's gorgeous the ideal in which some would say

in doing this my neck starts to strain causing me to unconsciously wince hoping she doesn't notice 

however she does " you look hurt, why don't I go and grab Mr styles? " before I can say no she rushes out of the room

Great just great the last person I want to see this morning

"Babe?" I can feel his footsteps enter the room, I remain with my head on top of the pillow staring at the ceiling

I refuse to make eye contact

and of course I choose not to reply "Eloise tells me your hurt, I'm assuming it's from our argument last night" he takes a position on the corner of the bed and lightly puts his hand my leg

" that was not an argument that was me telling you I met someone else and you ignoring it" I say still avoiding eye contact

Now why am I continuing to lie about a man I am not romantically with some may ask

Well because I want him- no I need him to learn that I am not his that I can want another man that's not him

Men like to think they have control over what a women can want, they don't.

"No one will ever love you the way I do" before I can even answer he lightly puts his hand on my neck

I can't help but flinch the slight fear of him strangling me washes over "I'm not going to hurt you" he slowly pulls me up against the head board so I can't sit up straight

For the first time this morning I turn to meet his gaze. I always fell for those eyes, those emerald eyes. They were the best features about him. Now they are the only things good about him

He smiles lightly "that's how you used to look at me you know"

I move my gaze, I don't want him to start getting any ideas

" well that was a long time ago" his smiles fades and those angry eyes come running to the surface

" I want you downstairs in 15 minutes" he gets off the bed abruptly walking out and slamming the doors