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All Of Me	By : StrawberryWine36 Category: -Movies Misc > Het - Male/Female Views: 2033 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I skipped through the door, flinging my plastic carrier bags onto the counter top. Every step I took was like a dance. Not being the greatest cook in the world, strangely today I found it easy. Everything fell into place. The peppers didn’t explode; the duck that I sliced and marinated in raspberry sauce did not dry up and become a crusty scab. In fact, by the time harry returned I was just laying the table in an equally perfect fashion.
“Good timing!” He sounded surprised as he placed his umbrella into the holder by the door and hung his jacket carefully in the hall.
“I know what you’re going to say, very unlike me. But today has been amazing, everything has worked, I did not burn a single thing!” I enthused, handing him a glass of rose wine and escorting him through to the dining room like a waiter.
“Are you ok?” He stared at me as if I was insane.
“I’m fine, I cooked dinner, and I thought it would be nice to try something more adventurous!” I called from the kitchen, bringing through steaming plates without burning my fingers once. I laid out the creations of my afternoon in the kitchen before taking a seat beside him.
“Shellie, are you sure you cooked all this?”
“Why, don’t you like it?” I paused for a moment wondering what could possibly be wrong.
“It looks amazing, and please, please don’t take this the wrong way but you don’t usually cook anything beyond chicken nuggets and those vile microwave chips that stick in a lump.” He frowned, looking me up and down “You also don’t usually dress like a 1950s housewife either...”
“Nothing wrong with a woman making a little effort” I smiled sweetly. “As for the meal, I was reading some recipes online and watched a few videos on YouTube then, voila, one amazing meal for my favourite man.” I continued, chattering endlessly because I knew I had to tell him at some point, I had to tell him about meeting up with Rafe. But I was putting that off, and as long as my over enthusiastic home maker head was on, everything was fine.
“So what did you get up to today?” He asked. The question I had been dreading.
“Harry, was the food good?” Changing the subject, I fiddled with my glass nervously, polishing the bottom of the stem with my sleeve.
“It was amazing, I couldn’t have eaten better at a restaurant which...”
“I met Rafe today, we had coffee.”I interrupted, there I had said it, and it was out there. I closed my eyes for a moment as I spoke, chewing nervously on an asparagus tip.
“You did.” He raised an eyebrow as if not completely surprised by my admission, sighed and put down his knife and fork. “And why exactly did you do that?”
“Because I was feeling so strong lately, since I’ve been here with you and he kept texting and calling me this morning so I thought, yeah I’m gonna be the bigger person and meet up and finish things. Just so he knows how it is.” I garbled.
“I imagine he took that very well.” Harry remarked, keeping very calm.
“No, he grabbed me and...”
“He grabbed you, Shellie this is why you should have told me first. I would have come with you. Are you hurt?”
“Just my ear, it’s a bit bruised but apart from that I’m ok, I told him I wasn’t going back with him.”
“As long as that is what you want.”
“Of course it is.” I swept his plates away, stacking them perfectly and whisking away to the kitchen. Harry followed me, leaning on the door frame watching me.
“It’s not normal Shellie.”
“what?”
“The way you are behaving, there’s something different but I just can’t put my finger on it.”
“Nothing any different here, just in a very good mood.” I replied whilst wiping down the hob.
After dinner I wandered into the lounge, my make up perfect, not one of my hairs out of place. Harry stopped me as I took out a duster as I sat down.
“Shellie, stop it, you’re acting very out of character.”
“I’m fine, I’m feeling very happy!”
“Can you stop bloody cleaning for five minutes, come and sit down; I need to speak to you.” He patted the sofa beside him; I folded the duster neatly and sat down where he had gestured.
“Can you tell me about today, what exactly did you talk about?”
“He wanted me back, had some stupid story about a drug he had made for girls that would make us feel great. I mean how ridiculous is that! He even offered me one...”
“Did you take it?” he interrupted
“No!” I insisted. , I was scared, I said no and left soon after.”
“Thank god for that! I’m glad you had your wits about you. “
Our conversation was broken by the doorbell and I moved to get up, Harry’s hand on my leg gently but firmly pushed me back into my seat and he strode past me to answer it. He returned a moment later with a huge bunch of flowers in his arms.
“Someone is popular!” He sighed, handing the flowers to me before heading out to the hallway. I ran my fingers over the label, emblazoned with tacky pink hearts.
‘Shellie, I love you and I know you love me too. It’s only a matter of time. See you soon. Rxxx”
I threw them at the wall, where they collided with a picture frame before falling in a soggy mess to the floor, and burst into tears. How dare he send me flowers and stupid love notes and make it look like something happened. Hearing the crash, Harry came back into the room and raised his eyebrows at the scattered roses and lilies that were strewn across the rug.
“Shellie!” He sat back down beside me and took my shaking hand in his own. “Did you tell him where you were living? Please say you didn’t.”
“No, I did not say a word.”
“Then you need to give me your bag right now.” He said sternly.
Retrieving it from my bedroom, I handed Harry my bag and stood back while he rooted though it.
“Ah, what’s this?” He retrieved a small black box from the bag and my heart sank. I knew exactly what was in that box, that bloody ring that I refused and that arse had put it in my bag when I wasn’t looking. I expected Harry to go ballistic over it but instead he took it over to his office. Running a scanner over the ring.
“Shellie, we need to leave, right now.” He frowned, turning the ring over in his fingers. I didn’t get a chance to rely before he took my hand and pulled me out of the door.
“Where are we going?” I tripped over my own feet keeping up with him.
“Let’s just say, I’m taking you to work with me, “He replied, pulling me out into the street and towards a waiting car.
“Why? I don’t understand, what’s the hurry?”
“That lovely ring you accepted...”
“I didn’t accept!” I snapped.
“Either way, the ring has a tracker device, hence how Valentine has found out where you are living. It’s no longer safe so I’m moving you.”
“I didn’t say yes Harry.” I repeated, in case he was still thinking I had considered the proposal for a moment.
“I don’t think Valentine intends on taking no for an answer. He doesn’t seem like that kind of man.” He continued staring straight ahead.
“I didn’t even know the stupid ring was in the bag.”
“I have no doubt that you were completely unaware, but that is the problem if you insist on running headfirst into things that you are not fully prepared for , we have to get you away from here and to somewhere safe,”
Harry did not speak to me much for the duration of the journey, tears prickled at the back of my eyes, I felt so stupid. Why the hell had I gone to meet Rafe, I should have ignored him. Now that bloody ring had stuffed up what had been one of the happiest times of my life.
We pulled up outside at a very smart looking tailors, the ultimate in poshness was the only way I could describe it. Harry opened the car door for me.
“Don’t ever do this to me again.” He said quietly under his breath, squeezing my hand as he helped me out of the car. I flashed a look up into his eyes to see there was no anger; he had that little smile for a moment and a look of as I stepped out and whispered back.
“I won’t, I promise.”
We stood for a moment in the street, Harry looking like he had way too much on his mind. Almost as if he wasn’t sure that he should have bought me here. He swept my hair away from my face with his finger, lingering on my cheek. “Sometimes you are the most exasperating human being in the world young lady but for some reason it only makes my affection for you grow.”
I was about to reply to his very gentlemanly way of giving me a compliment but did not get a chance as we stepped through the doors into a tidy, upper class establishment. A gentleman behind the counter looked up as we entered. As I was looking around me, a buzz vibrated from my pocket. I took out my phone, held it in my palm and dissolved inside mentally as Rafe’s name was flashing up....
“It appears ‘Twatface Arsebollocks’ is calling you. “ Harry remarked, noticing the aptly insulting name I had given Rafe in my contacts list.
“Should I answer it?” I hovered my finger over the screen.
“I don’t see why not, if you have any problems just hand the phone to me.”
I took a deep breath and answered. “Yes.”
“Babe, you picked up on me, I’m so happy. Did you find the ring in your bag?”
“Yep.” I answered stonily. “It’s been disposed of too seeing as I know what was in it!”
“Darling I only needed to know where you were.”
“Cut the shit, what do you want?” I snapped.
“To see if we could meet, chat again. I think we’ve got our whole future in front of us Shell, with the money I’m making on this deal we are going to be up there at the top. Celebrities! We can move, have a family...”
“Shut up Rafe, that was below the fucking belt.” I gulped back the tears that prickled at the back of my eyes.
“Well yeah I know all about that, but we can adopt, it will be cute, we can get ourselves a little Eskimo baby or something. The papers love that.”
“Fuck you! I don’t want a fashionable accessory to your ego. You know what Rafe, I’m glad, I’m glad I can’t have kids in case they ended up like you. The world does not need any more arseholes!” I flapped my hand at Harry to get him to take the phone from me and end the call as my emotions had taken over. I sat down on an expensively upholstered chair and sobbed into my hands. Harry as always knew exactly the right thing to do and simply sat beside me with his arm round me, holding me close.
I took a moment to recover, to be honest I still felt weird, and not just from the phone call. I couldn’t explain it, my head ached, and I had pains in my neck and my back. I decided to ignore it; after all, it was probably nothing a few paracetamol would kill. I looked up at Harry with a smile, hiding the pain I was feeling.
“Are you ready?” He asked. I nodded and smiled in reply. I followed him across the shop to one of the dressing rooms. Closing the door behind us he held my hand as we both stepped up to the mirror. I glanced down, not liking the mascara stained face that looked back at me. Harry noticed as always, stroking my neck gently before pushing my chin upwards so that I was once again staring at my reflection.
“Never fear what you see in the mirror.” He raised a hand to the mirror and held it there. It glowed red beneath, and my breath caught in my throat as I felt the floor move under my feet. It was as though we were in a lift, going downwards. Down lower than I could ever imagine, down lower than any of the old abandoned underground air raid shelters at Lowther that I had played in as a kid. So deep that my head was feeling even weirder. I held on to Harry’s arm as we headed for a door.
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