Only You - Lord of the Manor book 1

Chapter 35

I wake abruptly and sit up in bed. I feel refreshed, revitalised and rested. This bed is way too comfortable. Getting back in mine after a few nights here is going to be a bit of a come down. The only thing that's missing is Harry.

I peek under the covers, finding I'm still in my underwear, but the shirt has been removed. I don't remember coming to bed. I sit quietly for a few moments, listening to a constant whirring sound, accompanied by a consistent thud, thud, thud in the distance.

What is that?

I make the long journey to the edge of the bed and out onto the landing, where the sounds are slightly louder but still muffled. I scan the space below, seeing no sign of Harry.

Deciding he must be in the kitchen, I make my way down the stairs, but as I approach the archway into the kitchen, I stop and back track. I look through the glass door to the gym, set on an angle just before the kitchen, and see Harry in a pair of running shorts, going hell for leather on the treadmill. Well, that explains the strange distant noise. I watch him running with his back to me, his solid expanse of skin shimmering with sweat beads as he watches the sports news on the suspended T.V in front of him.

I leave him be. I've already disturbed one run. I make my way into the kitchen to fill the kettle and go about making myself a coffee. It's not Starbucks, but it'll do.

The familiar sound of my phones ring tone fills the room, and I look across the kitchen to see it charging on the worktop. I scoop it up and disconnect it from the charger. It's my mother. I'm promptly reminded of her call to me yesterday – the one that I've not yet returned and really, really don't want to. My wide awake, good mood is instantly drowned out.

'Hi, Mum.' I greet cheerfully, screwing my face up in apprehension. Here come the twenty questions.

'Oh, you're alive. Mark, cancel the search party. I've found him!'

I roll my eyes at my mum's idea of funny. Obviously, she was expecting a call back before now. 'Point taken. What did Luke want?'

'I have no idea. The man never called us once when you were together. He asked how we were, made small talk, you know. It was all very strange. Why is he calling us, Louis?'

'I don't know, Mum.' I moan tiredly, but I suspect I do. He's on a worming mission.

'He mentioned another man.'

'He did?' My tone is high pitched, a complete give away to my surprise and probably my guilt too. Damn you, Harry Styles, for intercepting my phone. It would have been easier to brush off Luke's tales if I didn't have to explain about the mystery man who answered my phone yesterday.

'Yes, he said you were seeing someone else. So soon, Louis. Really?'

'Mum, I'm not seeing someone else.' I do a quick check over my shoulder to make sure I'm still alone. I'm doing more than seeing someone. I'm in love with someone.

'Who was that man who answered your phone?'

'I told you, just a friend.' Please drop it!

'Good. You're in your mid-twenties, in London Town and fresh out of a shitty relationship. Don't be falling into the arms of the first man that shows you a bit of attention.'

I blush scarlet on the spot, even though she can't see me. I don't think you could describe what this man gives me as "a bit of attention". At only forty seven herself and having had Nate at just eighteen and me at twenty one, she missed out on all the benefits of being young in London. She's now retired in Newquay before the age of fifty. I know she won't be pleased if she finds out I'm being swallowed up in lust.