Deceived Love

Chapter 18**

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Amanda’s P.O.V.

I woke up with the sun shining on my face, blinding me for a second. Then I remembered Harry was here. I looked to my side, but I was alone on the bed.  

“Harry? Are you in there?” I called out heading towards the bathroom door. I pushed it open but it was empty. I walked over to my nightstand and got my phone to check it. Sure enough there was a message.

Ami, I left early cuz I needed to get to work, but don’t worry. I waited until you were fast asleep. I also got my shirt from the dryer. Meet me at the pastry shop 3 streets down your flat at 2 p.m. xx – Harry ;)

I smiled down at the message. Today all I had to do was file some papers to Mr. Hughes. I couldn’t wait to see Harry. I walked inside my restroom and got ready to go to my office.

I was sitting in my office, clicking away on my computer. Mr. Hughes had given me other jobs besides being the imposter of Blake Scott. My minded drifted away to the one and only Harry. Last night he had made me feel so safe in his arms. I looked at my watch. Just a few more minutes till 2. I stacked my papers and cleared my desk before grabbing my coat and heading out of my office. Like always, Sarah was on the phone taking incoming calls.

I waved at her and she quietly mumbled a good-bye as I left the building. I got into my car and headed to the little pastry shop. Why the heck would Harry want to meet there?

Finally I arrived, parking my car next to Harry’s black SUV. He’s here early.

I opened my door and made my way over to the entrance, walking inside. The smell of sweet heaven filled my nostrils as my mouth watered. I looked around and saw a few people ordering on the front counter. Some were seated here and there. I kept looking until my eyes locked with beautiful green ones. Harry waved his hand, motioning for me to come over. He was seated next to the window on a small table for two. His curls were fluffy as usual, and he had on a brown jacket with a white shirt and a dog tag hanging from his neck. He looked extremely sexy.

“I’m glad you made it on time Ami!” he said excitedly, sitting up and smiling at me as I took a seat. There were 2 menu cards sitting on the table. I looked up at Harry who handed me one as he took the other.

“Let’s order something?” he asked, as he looked through the delicious desserts displayed. I nodded my head, skimming through my own until I found something that caught my attention. Oreo cheesecake. My favorite.

“This one!” I pointed out, showing it to Harry, as he set his card down and laughed at how excited I was.

“Alright, I’ll get a strawberry shortcake pop,” he said, as he smiled at me and held his hand up making the waitress notice us. She walked over and got her pen and notepad.

“Good afternoon, what can I get you two?” she asked with a big grin. Harry proceeded to tell her, while I looked out the clear window. The day was so beautiful. It was bright sunny.

After having taken our order, the nice waitress left, leaving us alone again. I turned my attention to Harry, as he had his beautiful eyes trained on me, as his lips parted.

“Is something the matter Harry?” I asked. He seemed a bit. . . nervous. He cleared his throat, shaking his head.

“No. Actually, yeah I want to ask you something,” he started, as he reached for my hand across the table. As his big warm hand grabbed mine, I felt a tingle through me. I blushed looking down at our hands, but focusing on his eyes again. His intense stare made me lock eye contact with him and took it took my breath away.

“Amanda, I’ve wanted to ask you this, but I haven’t found the words to. I really like you, you make me feel different. Whenever I am with you, I forget about the world, I forget about who I am. All I can think of is you. You’ve become someone so important to me. Someone I don’t want to stay away from. What I am trying to say is. . . Will you be my girlfriend?” he said, his green eyes searching my eyes for an answer as he still held my hand in his.

His words. They melted my heart away. I couldn’t find my voice for a second, and Harry’s face turned into panic. I squeezed his hand, making him calm down a bit.

“Harry, of course I’ll be your girlfriend,” I finally stated, gaining my senses again. He opened his eyes wide and his lips broke out into a full smile as he reached over the small table and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I looked back at his face, as I too had the biggest smile ever.

“Thank you Amanda,” he started, staring at me while I giggled. “You had me worried for a second. I thought you were gonna walk away,” he whispered, getting serious. I leaned over, getting closer to his gorgeous face and locked my eyes with his again.

“I would never reject you Harry. You have become an essential part of my life,” I said every word clearly and loud enough for him to hear it. Harry smiled wide, reaching over and touching my cheek.

“You don’t know how special you are, Ami” he whispered, his breath fanning my face making my heart beat faster as he continued to lightly rub my cheek. I closed my eyes getting lost in his gentle touch.

Moments later, the waitress came over with our two plates. It smelled delicious. Harry and I leaned back on our seats. We smiled, thanking the waitress as she left us. He turned his attention back to me.

“Let’s enjoy this, yeah?” he said, grinning at me giving me a nice view of his dimples. I nodded my head, digging into my plate as we both enjoyed our dessert.

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Unknown P.O.V.

Fucking bitch.

That’s what he was, a bitch. I have always obeyed his every order, but that old bastard never looked beyond it. For him, there was only one best worker. And that was Harry Styles. Harry Fucking Styles. That bastard deserved nothing. What did he do? Nothing special if you ask me. Only because he was a pretty boy, Scott always privileged him to do the big work. Never me. I have always strived to be the best, but Blake Scott never acknowledged that. And now, Styles was going to pay for that.

Getting in my fucking way.

Currently, I was out of my stuffed office, on my way to get a drink. I freaking needed to cool my ass off. Thinking about Styles infuriated me to the max. I was at a stop light, right in front of the phony little pastry shop that I always pass on my way home. Looking into it I saw a mess of curls. I leaned my head out of the window and saw that it was Styles.

What the fuck is he doing there? Shouldn’t he be in his fucking office?

The light turned green and I made a left to the pastry shop parking lot. I parked my car and turned my attention to the table Styles was at. He seemed to be lost in conversation with a girl. He had a stupid smile on his face as he leaned in closer to the girl, giving her a kiss.

From here, I could tell the girl was very attractive, with long wavy brown hair. She turned her face a little letting me catch a glimpse of her face.

She was. . . Amanda Frost? What the actual fuck?

I thought she had blonde hair. Then, I caught on. She must be an imposter.

Hah, I knew she looked a bit too good to be true. She was a fake blonde bitch. Could say she was very hot, with her curves in just the right places. Since the first day I saw her, I had found her. . . appealing.

Getting back to reality, I noticed she was with Styles. So that little fucker had won her heart that fast?

After a while of looking at them be all stupid in love, I got an idea.

I had a way of making Styles suffer. Not only that, but get what I want in the process.