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9 | Who You Are

Oh look, a double update! For those who don't know me, I don't do this often, but since I've been slacking on actually keeping my proper update schedule, I hope this makes up for it! Enjoy!

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Serenity.

Tuesday. A beautiful Tuesday it was.

It was pouring rain.

But who said that when the water of Niagara Falls was falling down on a city, wasn't beautiful?

Just over a week had gone by since I last saw Harry. We communicated a couple of times via email with regards to contracting companies, but I told him that I'd need a short while to see which fits best for what I need.

When I originally started to do renovations to the studio, I hired an average small company to do the work; and unfortunately, it went bankrupt during the downfall — so I was at a loss. Milo even offered to help me with some firms the company he works for, but I checked their names out, and I knew that if I went with them, I'd blow my budget before I even began.

It was Vancouver, and materials and labour here were immensely expensive.

After a few days of playing tourists, River and I finally headed down to the studio. We didn't really do anything serious except for dance around for fun. We wanted to test the waters and get back into motion, and we quickly noticed that our sparked fluidity never left us. He showed me several new moves that he was always apprehensive about trying but finally nailed them with perfection. He'd shown them for me in videos before, but nothing is the same when it's in person. It was marvellous, and I was so proud of him.

However, with everything that was happening, I just needed some time to unwind and relax.

So, I decided to give Iris a call to meet after work — well, her work. Harry was out of the office all day, so she knew that he wouldn't need her; and of course, she already got everything done that was required.

The two of us sat in a Timmy's, sitting in a booth, and sipping our drinks — both apple cinnamon teas. Of course, it wouldn't be enough without old-fashioned Timbits. 

We started chatting about general things in our lives. A little bit was about our families, what we studied, favourite hobbies, and then somehow, we circled right back to her work.

And specifically, it was Harry.

"Honestly, sometimes I wish that Mr Styles needs someone by his side," she said, pushing her empty cup ahead on the table.

My brows furrowed at her sudden, strange, confession. "You mean for him to be in a relationship?"

"Yeah." She nodded before letting out a deep sigh. "I've only been working for him for less than a year and a half, which is a very long time with someone like him, and thankfully he hasn't given me the boot yet."

"I don't think he will." I smiled, and she mimicked my expression.

"I'm sure you've heard of all of those sleazy bosses who just want an attractive PA or secretary all for the reason of sleeping with them — and to them, it doesn't matter if they're married or not."

"I've heard many stories, indeed." Movies and books were one thing, but Milo told me some strange tales he'd also came across — accidentally catching them. I'm glad he left out the details. 

"Well, Mr Styles isn't like that," she stated, while grabbing a Timbit from the box, and popping it into my mouth.

"He definitely gives off that vibe. Or at least, to me he does," I said. "Why do I also get the feeling he only wants a female PA."