Yes, Boss

forty.

Flora.

 I'm surprised this morning as I realise Harry's in bed with me.. he actually came to bed last night. I sat awake until the early hours, waiting for a text, assuming he would be next door or maybe not back at all. But he's sprawled on the other side of the bed, on his stomach, one arm hanging over the mattress, his clothes abandoned in a disorderly fashion on the floor. I realise he must have been tired if he didn't put them away as soon as he took them off. I'm not sure if I feel like disturbing a sleeping bear as yawn, I'm not sure if I want to see Eddie again even. 

Just then there's a knock at the door, and it takes my sleepy brain too long to remember Harry shouldnt be here.

"Fuck" I mumble under my breath. 

"Just coming!" I call guiltily. Clambering clumsily over Harry, and hauling the large duvet over his sleeping body, I realise his ankle and foot can be seen as I curse again, damn it lanky. I cover his foot with the furry blanket and kick his brown boots aggresively under the bed. I skid over to the door breathlessly.

"Morning, I'm sorry did I wake you?" Harry's mum asks with a smile.

"No! no it's okay" I grin sweetly, as she hands me a mug.

"I made you some tea" She says. 

"Thankyou, that's really nice of you" I say, taking a sip. She seems so lovely, and hell she must have been through a lot with kids like Harry and Eddie.

"I don't suppose you've seen Harry today, he wasn't in his bed, I suppose he must have been for a walk or something. Feel free to come down for breakfast whenever, you must be hungry" She smiles warmly again. I nod, feeling guilty, she seemed slightly worried. I shut the door and turn to where Harry is still hidden under the bed linen. 

I walk over to the bed and draw the covers back. 

"Jesus were you trying to suffocate me!" He protests, humourously though as he kicks the covers away from him, he's only wearing a pair of grey armani boxers. I look at the tattoo's scattered from his hip bones to his collar. He reaches out to put his arm around my waist pulling me onto him roughly so I have to catch my balance as I straddle him. He laughs, looking up at me.. What's with the good mood. 

"Daddy.." I say quietly as he traces circles on my palm softly, his tongue set between his teeth, his gaze flicks to me with acknowledgement. 

"Aren't you angry with me.. for last night, don't you want to punish me.." I say softly, running my nails up and down his chest. An unfamilliar look graces his face he sits up a little, making me sit  back so he can move. 

"I don't want to talk about that" He says his expression cold. I open my mouth to talk again.. but I'm not arguing. 

"Okay.. sorry" I say quietly. 

"Don't be sorry, baby" He says, taking my cheek in his hand, I cant help being uneasy. Harry is never this nice when he has a reason to punish me. 

"Erm okay.." I say gently, climbing off of him. 

"Wanna have a walk after breakfast?" He asks with a yawn and a soft smile. I nod silently, smiling back as he gets up, pulling on a pair of plaid pyjama pants. 

"See you downstairs" He says, as he exits the room, leaving me in bed confused. He's not livid I kissed Eddie anymore, he's not livid Eddie acted like that towards him. I take my time in getting ready, wanting a while to think about why Harry is acting so out of character, and I head downstairs none the wiser still. 

When I reach the kitchen It's just Harry and his mother, the remnants of breakfast on the table. He's leaning against the counter eating a bacon roll as Anne clears up, dressed down in jeans, and a checked shirt almost half unbuttoned, hair thrown lazily into a wispy bun. He's actually smiling aswell, at something she's said I suppose, his plump dimples and smile lines showing. It's sweet to see him softening up, even if I'm unsure why. 

"Flora, I was beggining to think you'd been scared away from this mad house" Anne says, Harry looks to me to, his large smile falling into a ripe smirk, licking his lips of crumbs. I laugh dismissively. 

"Have something to eat, there's loads left" She encourages me, as I look at all the uneaten food on the table. 

"I'm actually not that hungry, but thanks" I decline politely. Harry looks at me, eyes narrowed. 

"You should eat something, honestly, you kids have no appetite" She says in good natured exasperation. 

"Hey now" Harry argues, grabbing another bacon roll and taking a bite as he heads towards me. 

"Me and Flo are going for a walk" He announces, mouth half full, which makes me stifle a laugh. Pulling on his boots in the hall way. 

"Okay, show Flora around won't you" Anne calls. 

"Will do" Harry yells back as he pulls on a barbour jacket, which I suppose can't be his - most likely Eddie's. He passes me one too, and he smirks as it swamps my shoulders. 

"How come we aren't hungry? You gotta eat because I don't want you losing any weight, princess" He says quietly as we leave through the back door and through the gate of a well kempt walled garden. 

"I know, I'm honestly not hungry though. Maybe it's the wine from last ni-" I pause, gulping, not wanting to mention last night. 

"Probably, eat this" He hands me his half eaten sandwhich. I shake my head with a chuckle. 

"Don't disobey your Daddy" He warns, but he's smiling laughter in hise eyes. I snatch the food from him with a huff and he rolls his eyes. We emerge into a courtyard, lined by various wooden buildings and some of what seem to be stables. Multiple horses nose over the doors, one whinnies setting off the others.

"Well these are the stables, that's the pool house, that's where dad keeps all his cars,  and then the rest of the gardens are that way and then out back further are the fields and then if you follow the track you get to the woods" He explains, pointing in various directions. I take it all in, reaching up to stroke the nose of a large dappled white horse, it tickles my hands with it's breath and I take in the sweet smell of wood and hay. Harry dips his hands into his pockets, and comes up empty handed, dipping his hand into mine instead and pulling out a packet of mints, feeding one to the grateful horse and patting it affectionately. 

"You can ride?" I ask. 

"Sure, I did it loads when I was younger, I mean I don't like to boast but I wasn't so bad"  He shrugs. 

"Oh?" I reply. 

"Sure, can you?" He asks. 

"Yeah actually.. we used to live in Essex, then my dad got his job in London and I had to stop because, well you can't ride in London" I say. Harry looks at me thoughtfully as we hear a jangling behind us, I turn and it's Eddie. He's holding a saddle easily over one arm, a bridle draped over his shoulder and a riding crop in his hand.

"Hello you two, why are you lurking out here?" He asks lightheartedly. Harry's expression is stony. 

"Were you going to show Flora how to ride?" Eddie laughs to himself.

"No, actually she can already" Harry snaps back. 

"Alright, I'll leave you to it then" Eddie backs off. Harry stands half in front of me confrontationally, the atmosphere prickly. He takes a deep breath as Eddie walks away. 

"Right, choose your steed" Harry chuckles, gesturing to the line of expectant horses.