Stalker [𝑯.𝑺]

Chapter 2

Liv woke up in their shared bedroom. Flashes from the night before filling her head. She looks behind her but Harry wasn't there. She quickly got dressed and wore her flops. She left the bedroom.

On her way down the stairs, she heard chatters and laughters. One being Harry's but the other she wasn't sure of.

She walked into their dining room to be met with the blonde lady from the week before. Molly was her name.
"Uhm...hi" Liv greeted.

Harry stood up at the sight of her. He went up to her to kiss her.

"Hey babe" Liv kissed back

"You remember Molly right?" Harry asks

"Yeah I do" she replies.

"She brought us a house warming present" Harry says excitedly.
He walks to the kitchen counter and takes a glass clown.
It was painted in every color.
Liv smiles as she sees it.

"Awww...it's beautiful" she says taking it in her hands.
She admires it and walks into the living room. She looks around and finds the perfect spot to put it. Next to the  TV.

She walks back to the dinning room.
"I love what you did with the place Liv. Harry tells me you're an interior designer" Molly complimented

"Thank you. As a matter of fact I am." Liv started.
Harry left these two to talk whilst he went upstairs to get ready for work.

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Harry worked as a photographer. He was one the richest and the third youngest highly paid photographers in Britain.
He loved his jobs and people would pay thousands just to get their photo taken by him. People felt that Liv was lucky. She had a famous boyfriend and father.

Liv was known as Olivia Cumberbatch, she was the first daughter of Benedict Cumberbatch (yes the actor) from his first marriage with Liv's mom.

Liv had a twin brother Joel and he was one of Harry's good friends.
Liv was an interior designer but in her spare time she loved to write. She'd sit at her computer and just write whatever crazy idea she's come up with.

Liv wasn't much of a socialite like Harry, she preferred staying home, she preferred tanning at the pool, or having a bubble bath as she drank some red wine.

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Liv and Molly had become good acquaintances. Over these 2 weeks that they'd moved in. Molly was nice, thoughtful and kind.

Liv was working on her computer at 11pm. The lights were dimmed and she was awaiting Harry to get back from work. She was in the middle of sipping on her wine when she heard shuffling in the bushes outside.

She tried not to really pay any attention to it but then they got louder by the second.
She dropped her glass and looked out the window. She saw nothing, but the bushes shaking. She stood up to go take a closer look outside but then her phone rang stopping her from taking any more steps.

She walked up to her phone on the counter. It was Harry calling.
"Harry where the hell are you? It's almost midnight" she complains

"Don't freak out love. But I'm in London" Harry spills.
Her eyes widen.

"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU DOING IN LONDON?!" She yells through the phone.

"Love, calm down. It's just London. I'll be back by the end of the week" Harry says trying to calm her down. It works just a tad bit.

"Harry you know how much I hate last minute infos" she whines.

"I know babe and I'm sorry. I just had this gig and it was really urgent" he apologizes
She hisses

"Do you really expect me to stay here all alone for a whole week?" She asks

"Didn't Cami and Liam say they were gonna come over?" He remembered

She also recalls them saying that over the phone.
"Fine. But they're just coming for a day. And the remainder of the week I'm all alone" she says.

"I'll make it up to you when I get back. I promise." Harry tells her.

"Okay" she finally agrees.

She cuts the call. She decided to switch off all the lights and to go upstairs to take a nice and warm bath. She left her grand bathroom window open so she could get a glance at the sunflower fields outside.

She put on "Without You" by Lana Del Rey as she read a magazine admiring the photographies taken by Harry.

Ever since she was downstairs she felt someone kept watching her. She just had that feeling. She felt even more vulnerable up here cause she felt watched. She decided not to really pay attention to that and enjoy her bath.