Chapter 14: Chapter 14

"What was that about?" Pearl asked as soon as we got out of the cafe.

I shook my head and clutched at my coffee. I didn't even know which type of coffee it was. But I already knew I was not going to drink it. Parker had surely made it, or had had it made. I definitely didn't want to die today.

Okay. Maybe that was an exaggeration. But I didn't trust him one bit. And I felt like he was the type of person to take his revenge. He looked so vindictive.

I sighed and got into Pearl's car. Could this day just come to an end. I noticed Pearl looking at me curiously, and to my greatest delight, she didn't ask anything from me. For that I was grateful. I really didn't want to answer any questions concerning Parker now.

***

It was finally evening. I could finally go home. The day had been a long one. Not only because of Parker. When I came back from my lunch break, there was a pile of files I had to work on on my desk.

I didn't mind because I loved what I did. It was refreshing. But i was only human and I was allowed to get tired.

As soon as I was done packing my stuff, I picked up my bag to start going home. To my surprise, standing in front of my desk was Harry, a soft smile on his face.

I looked around anxiously, then looked back at him.

"Hey," I said a bit awkwardly.

"That's all you're going to say?" he asked and I felt like he was teasing me. But I wasn't so sure.

I shrugged and blushed a little. All of a sudden, my eyes got wide. Harry was leaning in, almost as if he wanted to go in for a kiss. I closed my eyes on impulse then felt a short kiss on my forehead.

When I opened my eyes, Harry was smiling and I felt like everyone in the office was looking at us. Which they probably were. I picked up my stuff quickly and dragged Harry out of the office, mentally slapping him and myself.

When we got into the elevator, I pushed him and stared at him crossly. "Why would you do that?" I asked, crossing my arms.

"Do what?" Harry asked with a teasing smile that I felt like slapping off his face. He knew exactly what he had done and now he was trying to play innocent.

"Harry. I'm going to jump you. Why would you even think that was a good idea?" I asked, frowning. I wasn't pissed. Just annoyed. Now I was going to be the center of all gossip in the office.

"Is it bad that I'm getting turned on?" he asked and I slapped his chest, then turned away. I was being serious and all he could do was tease me.

I felt his hands on my waist and I put mine on his, trying to remove them. He managed to hold me and placed a kiss on my neck.

"I'm sorry, okay?" he said and I pouted, even though he couldn't see me. He placed another kiss on my neck and I whimpered, then sealed my lips tight, not wanting another sound to escape.

But Harry had already heard it and he took advantage of it. He held my face gently and turned it towards him. Then placed the softest, most gentle kiss I had ever felt on my lips.

But as soon as he kissed me, his lips were gone from mine. I turned towards and our eyes met. I blushed and put down my head. What was happening? I couldn't identify the feeling.

I looked away, at the wall and was silent throughout the whole ride, even when he tried to start a conversation. I wasn't confused. I was lost.

***

Harry and I were laying in bed, cuddling. He was obviously the big spoon. We were quiet and I was basking in the comfortable silence. But my tongue was heavy. I had to break it. I had to ask the question that had been burning on my lips for a while now.

"Harry?" I called.

"Hm?" was his answer.

I was silent for a minute or so, trying to get the exact words to say. "What are we?" I finally asked, then I bit my lip. I was scared he was going to shut me out. And I was trying to get myself ready for it.

"What do you mean?" he asked, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me close to him.

"Harry.. I mean, we do all this. We have sex. We cuddle. I've shared things with I've never shared with anyone else. I– I just want to know where we stand, you know. I don't want to catch feelings along the way and get hurt in the long run," I explained, hoping he understood me.

There was silence and I sighed, already giving up mentally. I didn't really expect and answer but I had hoped he would be considerate enough to even say don't worry about it babe.

Just as I snuggled into him, he started talking. "Im sorry. I'm not good with words. But I don't want to put a label on whatever we are. Most of the time it doesn't turn out how we wanted it to. Just know that I care about you. And if we were to catch feelings, as you put it, I don't see anything wrong with that. Let's see how it goes. And we'll move with that? What we are doesn't matter. What I feel for you is abstract, it can be quantified or degraded into a common definition".

Wow. He said he wasn't good with words? He had managed to make me feel reassured. I was not completely certain. But I was willing to try. I knew things like this were recipes for disasters. But I didn't care. Even if it were to end badly, at least I would have learned something from it all. Though I didn't know what yet.

***

I didn't know if I was imagining it. But it was like there was someone pounding on the door. I felt Harry's heat leave me and I heard his footsteps on the padded carpet to the door.

I was awake but my body wasn't cooperating. I shook the sleep off and walked to the door, opened it slowly and went to the living room. Who could be here at this time?

"–they managed to find it out, Boss. I know who told them. I know who the traitor is," an unfamiliar voice said and I frowned a bit. The voice was clearly masculine.

There was a pause before Harry answered. "Who was it?" he asked and I had to raise my brows at how serious he sounded. I had never heard him use that tone of voice with me.

"Bolt."

"Finish him. Make it slow. And next time you come knocking at my door at three fucking a.m. in the morning, I'll make sure you're done away with. Got it?"

"Yes Boss," the other person said. I didn't hear any other thing so I ran to the room quickly and took back the position I had been in.

But my heart was pounding and my mind was going at an extremely fast rate. I didn't know what to make of what I had just heard. I didn't know what to thing.

I guess I finally drifted to sleep again and the last thing I felt was Harry's arms wrapping themselves around my waist.