Delicate

Chapter 38

HAVEN MCQUEEN

"Oh my God, are you Haven McQueen? Oh my God, can I have your autograph?"

With the most unimpressed expression, I roll my eyes and open the door wider for Katie. "Shut the fuck up and come inside."

She throws her head back and snorts at her own joke, which naturally makes me laugh as I shut and lock us in the house. "I see you finally have a couch. How home-owner of you."

"Right?" I smile excitedly and scurry over to plop down on the wide and deep cream sectional. "It just arrived two days ago, then my kitchen table will be here tomorrow, and the second bedroom furniture will be here next week. I just didn't have time to order it before Fashion Week, which turned into Fashion Month, and then...y'know, procrastination."

"Well, I'm still fucking obsessed," she sighs as she falls on the couch with me. "I can't believe it's yours. I can't believe you live in more than one room now."

"You're telling me," I scoff and rub my bare eyelids. "I love it."

"Oh! How was your anniversary celebration yesterday? What'd you guys end up doing?"

I smile at the fresh memory. "Harry sort of recreated our first date and made me dinner at his house. Neither of us wanted to go out and deal with the paparazzi, so I was more than happy with it. And then we had crazy good sex."

"Dear God," she closes her eyes and shakes her head. "I can't believe you're getting dicked down by the Harry Styles. Why do we not talk more about that?"

"Because I have yet to find the words to describe how good it is," I answer honestly. "When I figure it out, we can discuss."

"But just, like, generally speaking," she gestures to me. "Does he usually go fast and hard or slow and soft?"

"It depends on his mood and how long it's been," I narrow my eyes, trying to think about it. "Like, last night was pretty much a standard 'romantic movie scene' vibe because it was our anniversary, but when I got home from fashion week, he fucked me in his entryway."

"Shut up! Liar. He did not."

I squeeze my eyes close to laugh at her wide eyes. "Yes, he did and it was great because we were also sexting from the airplane so the foreplay was out of the way already."

She shakes her head again. "You fucking bitch. What is it like to live my dream?"

"Satisfying," I nod, to which she sticks her tongue out at me as we stand to go get ready for a Halloween party tonight. Harry will be at the studio until this evening, but his costume is at home ready to go when we meet him there.

"So what is Harry being again?"

"Well, so he told me about this Casamigos party back in August and I was asking him what he wanted to be so I know what kind of costume I need to find, and he said he wanted to do Elton John's sparkly Dodgers suit, so I called Gucci and they made it happen. That's the short story anyway."

"But you're being a cowgirl," she frowns in confusion. "Those don't go together."

"Yeah, but I didn't want to do a couple costume," I wrinkle my nose. "It's so cliche and people are already talking shit."

"Fair," she smiles tightly, but she nearly chokes when she sees me lay my costume out. Gucci decided to help me out too with a pair of tailored high-waisted leather pants with fringed side seams and bejeweled stars on the back pockets, and a cropped leather jacket with that same fringe on the seams. The boots are red to match the cowboy hat.

"I need to see this on you right this second," she snaps her fingers until I start stripping down to change. Everything fits me like a glove and I know Harry's head is going to be spinning, but it's my accessories of Gucci handcuffs that I'm excited about. I can't think of anything more iconic, and he's going to lose his mind when he sees them.