Adulation / h.s

21

Rosie woke up to the smell of breakfast, she quickly changed before heading down to find Harry sat at his counter top reading a newspaper whilst his Housekeeper cooked eggs and bacon.

"Morning beautiful," Harry smiled holding his hand for her.

She took his hand and walked over to him, allowing him to kiss her. She quickly released herself, walking over to the fridge to get some juice.

"Hi, I'm Rosie," She introduced herself.

"Sairah," She was probably in her forties, round face and a really infectious smile.

"Sairah doesn't mind getting you a drink, come sit down." Harry beckoned.

Rosie shook her head. "It's fine, I have functioning legs."

Sairah quietly smirked as she stirred the eggs, never hearing a woman before ever tell Mr Styles no or be so abrupt.

Harry watched her quietly, finally noticing she wasn't herself.

"Aren't you having anything?" He asked her retreating body that was heading back for the stairs as she drank her juice.

"I'm good, I'm going to head home, I have things to do." She made her way back up the stairs and Harry let out a frustrated sigh.

"Back in a minute Sairah,"

"Okay," She nods. She and Harry had a good relationship, she had been his Housekeeper for a good part of five years. He had trusted her with many personal situations in his life.

"Is there something wrong?" Harry asked as Rosie fastened her suitcase.

"You paid my rent?" She turned on the spot and stared directly at him, hands on her hips.

He looked down. "I did,"

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Why didn't you tell me you were having problems?"

Rosie scoffed. "So it's my fault? My financial situation is none of your business."

"It is when you're unable to pay for something and face being kicked out."

"I have savings, I could have paid it off."

"I was trying to help."

"You had no right,"

Harry shook his head. "Let me get this straight.. you're mad at me for doing you a favour? For paying a years worth of your rent so you don't have to worry?"

"Yes! I am mad! Because it's my house, my problems, not yours!"

"Wow,"

"Do not make out I'm in the wrong," Rosie pointed. "You went behind my back when I told you to drop it, you went through my mail and paid off something that is my responsibility."

"Anyone else would say thank you,"

"I'm not anyone else, Harry."

"Remind me to not do you a favour again."

Rosie couldn't believe what she was hearing, he was completely missing the point. It wasn't that she didn't appreciate it, it was the way he did it.

"A favour is lending someone twenty pound for food, or paying for their drinks on a night out, not spending thousands on their rent!"

"I can't believe this," He started pacing back and forth whilst Rosie lifted her case.

"Yeah, you're the one in shock."

He looked at her, "You're genuinely mad about this?"

"Yes! I am, what don't you get about that?"

"I was helping you,"

"I didn't ask for help,"

"You're unbelievable,"

Rosie shrugged. "Maybe I am,"

He watched as she made her way down the stairs, her taxi she had obviously called earlier pulling up outside his gates. Rosie said a quick goodbye and sorry for skipping breakfast to Sairah before heading out.

Harry sat on his bed, head in his hands wondering what exactly had just happened.

What did this mean? Did she not want to be with him anymore? He hadn't done this before, yeah he was with Vanessa but their relationship didn't mean anything to him and she never argued with him about money, she only cared about getting it.