Chapter 11:

Chapter 11By Monday, it's back to business as normal for Harry. His once sweet, vulnerable side shielded by his deathly arrogant alias. And of course I'm the one he'll take it out on the most because I'm his new personal assistant. Which I have no idea how to do, I might add. How in the world am I suppose to order him lunch and print out all of the booklet from his script all at the same time?"Taylor! Coffee!" He shouts from the board room, currently in a meeting with some producers for the movie. Embarrased and feeling harassed, I stumble in with the latte, setting it down in front of him as the speaker countinues his speech. Harry scans the room at the startled faces, as if recognizing their shock that he'd say that to his wife. He tilts his head up as I set it down and smiles, "Thank you, love." He then presses his lips to my cheek gratefully. I blush automatically and shuffle out, knowing the general act so Harry can look good in front of his bosses. I roll my eyes as soon as I'm out the door, combing through my sweaty blonde hair with my fingers. "Rhonda, I'm sorry to ask but do you know when the meetings over? I seem to have forgotten my paper, Harry'd kill me if he knew I forgot." I ask the secretary who looks up with a confused expression. As if she couldn't understand while he'd get so mad at his wife for a little issue like that but shrugs. "'Course hun, it's over in about 5 minutes. How's your first day treating ya?" She asks, leaning on his counter, her black bangs covering one eye of her face, She's around 45 if you ask me, but you can never really tell."Difficult.." I force a chuckle as I organize a binder of scattered paper from my lap."Mr. Styles is a busy man. Very important." "Yeah, I can tell." I laugh, turning towards the opening door where Harry is walking out, laughing with the speaker. His arm is draped over his shoulder, talking to him loudly and nonchalantly. He shakes the mans' hand then strides toward me, a seemingly plastered smile painted on his lips. "Hey, wanna grab lunch?" He asks sweetly, intertwining our hands sending sparks through my free arm. Before I can answer I'm being led astray through the business men to the elevator. Rhonda looks on longingly at is as we go, smiling wide at me with a wink as if she's telling me how I'm lucky to have our bond airborne. As we reach the elevator, he quickly turns toward me. "You have the script and lunch plans ready?" He states straight away, his eyes drilling. "Yes sir," I say, struggling with the bundle and tugging out the large booklet from the binder. "Here you go, and yes, lunch will be served at Bandanza's in five minutes, as is how long it will take to get there." I smile proudly. "Very well done, but please don't call me sir. It makes me feel old." He laughs, his arrogant cold shoulder shrugged off as he does so. I find a true grin spreading across my lips, laughing along with him. "Alright, Mr. Styles. What do you presume I call you?" I raise my eyebrow out of the corner of my eye at him. "Harry." He says as the door open to the flashing public lights. Paps, my enemy. "Well then, Harry. Shall we go?" I turn my head slightly. He nods, wrapping an arm around my waist protectively and pasting on a smile. I do the same and wave to the ravenous crowd of Paps. "Let's do it." He breathes and pushes forward, led by security.•It's dinner, all work done for the day and Harry had insisted on going out which meant having to outrun the paparazzi guarding the exits. We're out of breath after we finally do, "Where are we going?" I laugh as I'm dragged down stairs into an underground-looking cafe. There's a stage on one side which fosters a couple guitars of different kinds, a piano and drum set along with speakers in many areas. A sign hangs over the top that reads 'Kareoke; pick your own song and method! Try it and get a free drink of your choice!'Many coffee tables are set up in front of the stage, most of the people that's seats are taken are cheering for a young woman in her 30's singing Good Girl. Harry leads me to the cash register where we order and he stares down at the list. "How about you sing?" He nods toward the stage, leaning the back of his palms against the corner as I do. I laugh nervously. "You know I can't, Harry." I say, looking at him sideways. He shrugs. "I will if you do." He weighs the odds. I consider this. He definitely doesn't have stage fright but knows for a fact that I won't do it so that's why he's bargaining himself. He doesn't want to get caught singing in public. "Why don't we sing together?" He adds. "What song?" I murmur nonchalantly as if I'm not truly considering it. I'd most likely just freeze in my tracks and not be able to sing. "Two is better than one." He offers. That's one song that is absolutely adore. Maybe I can. "Okay," I whisper. He pumps his fist and signs us up, giving the details to the DJ and taking my shaking hand. Am I really doing this? No no no. At least it isn't that crowded."Here they are, Taylor and Harry singing Two Is Better Than One!" The DJ announces, pointing towards us. I freeze, my eyes large. Harry suddenly squeezes my hand, taking me out of my daze. "Hey, it's just me and you in the piano room. okay? I'm here." He reassures and leads me up to the microphone. I grip onto it to for stability, suddenly dizzy. "hey, look at me." I turn to look at Harry, back to himself again. "I remember what you first wore on the first day you came into my life and I thought hey, you know this could be something. 'Cuz everything you do and words you say, you know that it'll takes my breath away and now I'm left with with nothing" Harry starts off, his eyes not leaving mine. Slowly I join timidly into the chorus. "And maybe it's true, I can't live without you and maybe two is better than one but there's so much time to figure out the rest of my life and you already got me coming undone. And I'm thinking two is better than one." I gulp and lock my eyes in Harrys, my grip on the stand unbreakable now. My solo. Harry, focus on him. You've done this before, girl, millions of times. It's just me and Harry. Take a deep breath, anddd.."I remember every look upon your face," I sing."The way you roll your eyes, the way you taste. You make it hard for breathing." Harry sings the next line with him mocking my eye rolling on his smirking face. Memories flash back from the kiss and how his lips felt on my own.I let my eyes close, "'Cause when I close my eyes and drift away, I think of you and everything's okay. I'm finally now believin'." My singing becoming more fluent as I just don't think about it. My hips sway to the beat as I cup the mic in my hands. We rejoin at the chorus, our voices blending together perfectly. Harry loses himself as well in the music, for when I glance at him his eyes are half closed and belting out the chorus. Then both our eyes fly open at the same time,"I can't live without you, because two is better than one..." We end softly, our voices trailing. We just stand there staring at eachother as the faded, blurred sounds and scene from a suddenly gathered crowd. Butterflies are taking flight in my stomach, feeling as if they might carry me off and away in a dream or something. My attention then turns to the standing crowd and I wave, suddenly wondering how we attracted a gigantic crowd all of a sudden. I stumble off the stage and behind the wall platform, bursting into Harrys arms as soon as we're shielded. "We did it, Harry. We really did!" I sob into his soft cotton shirt, though no tears emerge, just a strangled exasperated sob. He pulls me from an arms distant, a giddy smile stretched on his face, tears gleaming in his eyes. "No, Tay. You did it, you faced your fear." "Not without you, though. I'd never have gotten through that if you weren't there, Harry. Thank you." I breathe, pecking his cheek. He shakes his head and pushes his lips into mine, giving me what I had done nothing but dreamed about for the past few days. His lips gliding across mine with such ease as if he had already memorized every detail and curve in them. I slowly pull apart reluctantly, lingering on his bottom lip. We just stand there for awhile, emerged in eachothers company and desire before making our way back into the main cafe area where we are awarded our chosen cups of coffee. I choose a pumpkin spice latte and for Harry a black coffee with one sugar. We then sit, talking and talking as if our personalities and lives were not so different out of this little coffee shop, but as if we were an old married couple so intoxicated by eachothers presence that they couldn't get enough of eachother. And that's most likely how we look to everyone else, giggling and almost doubling over in laughter at eachother. We look every bit of the lovers our families pushed us to be, yet this is just another moment in which I know Harry will forget and just yell again. But for the moment, I choose to savour it.••A/N••Happy Thanksgiving y'all! Blessed and thankful for every single reader, love every single one of you and I hope you have/had a wonderful day. Love you guys, Brooke.••