Executively Devoted | CEO h.s.

13 | Compassion

Oh. Em. Gee. Issanotha long one. Enjoy, my tulips 🌷

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Serenity.

A week had passed since Harry and I met with Keon — and since our flower conversation. It was still something I thought about many times. There was only a handful of moments that Harry had showed me his soft side, and it was beautiful.

He had a creative and gentle side, and I was indirectly touching the surface. He was opening up on his own, with a slight push from me. To be honest, I didn't want to be out of his comfort zone. I wanted to see who Harry Styles actually was — and possibly be his friend.

But after that night, I knew that being 'just friends' was going to be very difficult — but nonetheless, I had no other option than to do just that.

The following day, I visited my family since it'd been a long time since I'd seen them. Charlie was still out of town for hockey, but we did manage to FaceTime him. Milo only stopped by for a little while, because he had some things to do. He lives nearby where our family home is and stops by every day to see them. Our parents told him that he didn't need to do that, but he appreciated everything they did for us growing up, so seeing them for even fifteen minutes a day wasn't enough in comparison.

Milo was a kindhearted soul, giving an infinite amount of love to those who mean a lot to him. I'd never met anyone who was like him and it made my own heart swell. More people should be like him. 

As for what we did, we just sat in the yard under the covered pergola since it was raining. It was a beautiful day, even if the skies were storming down on the world; but being with family, the company was the most important thing to consider.

My brother asked me about how things were going, including a specific question regarding how Harry was. I told him that I didn't know but he didn't believe me — so I kindly told him to shove off. He just laughed, saying that was the harshest language I'd ever said. Nonetheless, mom wasn't too happy about that.

I did stop by on Monday to the architecture's firm that Keon works at. I handed him the building plans and was happy to see me — and see professionalism. He then dropped by a couple of days later, with a crew, to confirm the dimensions.

Harry also emailed me on the same day, asking that he wanted me to come to his office to talk about some new details. I asked what it was about, but apparently, it was undisclosed information. With a strange feeling, I guessed it to be a lie since it involved only us through the business contract. There was something else, but I decided to come anyway.

So here I was, standing by Iris' desk, chatting with her while Harry finished a meeting he had that stretched out longer than planned. I didn't mind since his PA and I had become close friends ever since our first outing.

She told me more about her boyfriend who had surprised her with a romantic weekend vacation at a hotel in the city, 'just to switch things up.' It was an adorable gesture, and I only wished that one day someone could do something like that for me.

The most I'd ever gotten was a picnic in the park — and that's it.

I deserved someone who would love me, right? Everyone deserves that.

About fifteen minutes after I arrived, both Iris and I jumped at the sound of Harry's voice echoing through the floor. Something had clearly gone wrong, and he wasn't happy. According to Iris, he wasn't in the best mood when he showed up today either — so, that clearly didn't help.

Or at least, a mood that was above vexed and less than pique; but it seemed that he hit the level of rage today.

The doors to his office, opening and shutting, were heard from a distance, and a man hastened outside as quickly as he could. The poor man was terrified; I didn't blame him — if I were yelled at like that, I'd feel the same way.