Dark Paradise

Chapter 9

~ Different doesn't mean wrong
I was currently working on my second design taking my time and taking breaks when my hands began to ache. Carefully I focused on the task before me, giving it all my attention, the pattern on the second design was possibly one of the hardest id have to sew.
In about ten minutes, I was going out for lunch. I couldn't help but wonder if Harry would show up like always. But I didn't want to sound to clingy, but he did say he would pop up to make sure I didn't skip out on lunch again.
"Bel you have a call on line one." Quinn said. I put down my needle and walked over to my phone.
Me-Hello?
Harry-Bel
I could hear the sadness in his voice and that worried me.
Me-Harry? What's wrong?
Harry-I umm I just need somebody right now. Can you please come over? I don't want to bother you but please I need somebody
Me-I'm on my way. You're at Ethan's house right
Harry-Yea
Me-I'm on my way
I hung up and quickly grabbed my bag.
"Quinn I think I might take a longer lunch break. If anyone asks though I doubt it tell them it was a family emergency." I instructed her, I quickly rushed to my car. I've never actually been in to Ethan Wests house, the thought scared me. His father scared me, Ethan didn't scare me one bit but I've heard about how heartless his father was. I've never met the guy and I don't plan on it. But I was going in to his house so all I can do is pray that he is not home at this time.
I walked up to the grand gates at the front of the house. God how much money did he have, his house reminded me of my old house back in California. He must be near the billions or high millions. Ethan would have been the guy my parents have dreamed of me marrying. The thought itself disgusted me.
I pushed the button on the voice machine.
"May I help you?" A women voice asked.
"Umm I'm Belinda Hernandez I'm here to see Harry." I answered.
"Very well." The gates began to open so I quickly slid myself in before they even had a chance to open full way. I slowly took my steps until I reached the front door. I softly knocked on the door twice. An older women opened the door for me.
"Hello dear you must be here to see Harry. He's been locked in his room since morning. He woke up happy and then all of a sudden he was all down. Please just cheer him up." She said, I could tell she was close to him by her worried expression. She put her hand behind my back and guided me through the house until we reached Harry's room. His room seemed to be secluded from everyone else's.
"It's open just walk right in." She said and hurried away.
I slowly turned the door knob and opened the door, all the lights were off and I could hardly see anything.
"Harry?" I asked out loud, I heard shuffling and then the lights turned on. I looked up to see Harry shirtless but that's not what caught my eye, it was his tear stained face. He immediately rushed over to me and engulfed me in a hug.
"Oh my Harry what's wrong?" I asked worried. In the time I knew Harry he never seemed broken. He pulled me with him to sit on the bed.
"Why can't anyone accept me? My own flesh and blood are ashamed of me. I can't seen to fit in anywhere. What's wrong with me Bel?" Harry sobbed, I could feel his tears on my cheek.
"Nothing is wrong with you Harry. Now explain to me why you might think such a thing." I said, I pulled Harry's face in my hands do he'd look me in the eyes.
"I over heard Ethan and my father talking about me. My own father was talking about how I was a disgrace to him and his company. That he was glad he left my mother for the whore he has now. And he's glad he had Ethan since Ethan was everything he could ask of in a son. He regretted having me, can you believe that. And here I thought he wanted me to visit because he actually loved me like a son." Harry said, he grabbed on tighter to me and buried his head in my neck. I could relate a little bit to him, my parents definitely loved my sister a bit more or at least they acted like it. She did everything they said while I was a bit of a rebel. I never heard them say they regretted having me. I was glad Harry trusted me. And I will gladly be here for him. I held him tighter in my arms. How could a father say that about his own flesh and blood. Especially about someone as sweet as Harry.
"Harry there is a point where you'll realize that you'll never be good enough for some people. The question is, is it your problems or theirs?" I said.
"I know but I've tried so hard to be what he wants in a son. But Ethan in his eyes is his only son." Harry said. I gently played with Harry's curls, it seemed to calm him down a bit.
"Well Harry stop because you being you is all you have to do." I said, I've seen the real Harry and that's all he has to do.
"No one likes the real me, they don't even no the real me." He said.
"You're right they don't know you and they never will. Because they don't deserve it. But I know you and I can honestly say I like the real you." I say, Harry looks up at me with his green eyes, he stopped crying, but his eyes were still red and puffy.
"It's just hard to be me when I'm surrounded by people like them." Harry said.
"I know I know. Believe it or not, I haven't seen my parents in three years. I wasn't what they had in mind either for a daughter. So I left to make my own life, to be my own person. To be the real me. And to be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to change you in to something else is the greatest accomplishment I've ever done. Harry you are perfect just the way you are. Who cares what they think. I like you the way you are. Don't change because of them." I said meaning every word I told him. I guess me and Harry had more in common then we knew.
I wiped away some of the tears that were left on his face. Hard to imagine that a tall and buff guy with tattoos cared so much about what his father had to say about him.
"Why do you always know what to say?" He asked, smiling a bit.
"Because I just do. I used to keep my mouth shut and never spoke my mind. And now that I am able to speak my mind I seem to never shut up." I joked.
I looked down to see his tattoos scattered around his body. My hand went to touch his butterfly tattoo, I wasn't really thinking but the tattoo caught my attention. I could feel his eyes study me but it didn't bother me.
"I like this one. The feeling of having butterflies in your stomach. Am I correct?" I asked looking up at him.
"Yea, how'd you know?" He asked.
"Just a guess." I mumbled. My hand trailed up to the sparrows.
"I really like your tattoos." I said.
"I could still take you to get one you know." He said.
"How about when I come back from Paris. Zayn would kill me if I went back and got a tattoo without advising him." I said smiling at how Zayn would react.
"Zayn? Who's that?" Harry snapped tilting my chin so I'd be looking in to his eyes. They held jealousy?
"He's my friend back in Paris. An artist. He has a lot of tattoos. I'm sure you'd like him." I said.
"So you're going to Paris after all I thought it was an excuse not to go to the ball with me. Now I'll be there all alone with snobby ass people." He groaned.
"Come with me?" I said not even thinking about it. Harry looked a bit surprised, but happy.
"Really?" He asked.
"Yea. I'd rather you be with some one who won't judge you then those people. You'll have fun." I said.
"I would love to." Harry said, he bit his lip eyeing me a bit. Slowly he leaned in to me, backing me up until my back hit his soft mattress. His one hand went to my waist while the other held himself up above me.
"What kind of fun would we have Bel?" Harry asked smirking playfully. I couldn't help but blush a bit. All these dirty thoughts ran through my mind on what Harry could possibly do to me. And here he was on top of me shirtless, while I was in dress that was slowly riding up a bit. I could feel his breath hit my lips softly, making me yearn for his touch. My hands subconsciously went to his neck to pull him down, finally his lips on mine. I could feel his hand tighten around my waist, pulling up my dress a bit more. Harry left my lips and trailed down to my neck, roughly nipping at the skin and sucking on it.
"Harry." I breathed out as his kissed a soft spot for me. I gently pulled a bit at his hair, earning a moan from him. I could feel his hips touch mine and I needed more from him. He seemed to read my mind as he grounded his hips against mine. He began slowly yet rough. Small whimpers left my mouth, as did small groans from him. His lips left my skin as he leaned his forehead against mine.
"Bel." He moaned, the way he said it turned me on so much. By now he was really hard, I could feel him through the soft material.
There were three knocks on the door that shocked us both.
"Shit." Harry cursed, he got off me and I could see he was really hard, I did that?
"Coming." Harry said, he pulled me up and sat me on his lap.
"Please don't move or else love. I'm sensitive right now." Harry warned, I couldn't help but giggle a big. Harry groaned in to my ear and I immediately stopped.
"Sorry." I said.
"It's fine. Just don't do it any more. Come in." Harry called out, my first thought was he had the door unlocked the whole time.
"You didn't lock the damn door." I whispered.
"I thought you did when you walked in." He replied. The door opened and in came the lady that lead me to Harry's room.
"Oh thank goodness you cheered the boy up." She gushed.
"Ummm yea. He just needed some one to talk to." I said blushing, but I'm pretty sure we looked like we didn't. Harry's hair was a bit messy from when I pulled on it, and our lips were red and puffy, while I'm sure Harry left a mark on my neck. And to top it off he was shirtless and I was on top of him.
"Good, now hurry up you father and Ethan are waiting for you, lunch is being served. Bel you're more then welcomed to stay." She said.
"Oh I don't-..."
"She'd love to. Thanks nan we will be down shortly." Harry interrupted, she nodded and left.
"Please stay for lunch, I'm sure you still haven't had anything to eat yet, and I can't bare to be alone with them. Please." Harry begged as he sprinkled kisses along my neck.
"Fine I'll stay let me just fix myself, cos I'm sure you left a mark on my neck, and you put on a shirt." I said hopping off him.
"Oh and fix your little problem." I said referring to his boner.
"Little, ha you mean huge missy." Harry said sounding smug about it.
"I wouldn't know now would I?" I said going in to my bag for some makeup to cover up the love bite.
"Would you want to?" He asked, his arms wrapped behind me around my waist.
"As fun as that sounds I'll have to pass cos you know we have to go down to eat so hurry up." I said pushing him off me. Lucky for me Harry didn't leave a huge mark so I covered it up easily.
"Ready?" He asked.
"Lemme see, does it look like we had a really heated make out session?" I asked.
"Hmmm I don't know cos you look so sexy every time I see you. So I wouldn't know." Harry said pecking my lips.
"Ha ha so funny Harry." I mumbled. He laced our hands together and guided us through the house.
"My dad can be a bit intimidating." Harry said.
"It's fine I've hand a few experiences with my own father. I'll do fine." I assured him.
We reached the grand dining room, only Ethan and older man were seated and women who I assume is Harry's father and step mother.
"Good afternoon." Harry said as we walked in, all three heads turned to face us. Ethan held a shocked expression while his father showed no expression what's so ever. His mother sent me a friendly smile which I returned.
"Beli- I mean Ms. Hernandez what are you doing here?" Ethan asked, I could hear Harry chuckle since I don't allow Ethan to call me by my first name.
"Harry here invited me for lunch. I needed a break from my designs anyway." I answered. Harry led me to the furthest end and we sat down next to each other. Our hands still locked in place.
"Harry please introduce us your pretty little friend." His step mother said.
"Yolanda, father this is Belinda Hernandez. She's staying here for a month working on this years fashion weeks design. She lives in Paris, and is a very very very close friend of mine." Harry stated proudly.
"Belinda, oh I knew I recognized you. I love your designs." Yolanda said.
"Thank you, I'm flattered." I said.
"Well Ms. Belinda it's a pleasure to have you here at my home. I've heard your name here and there. You have gained some success. Correct?" His father spoke, I was a bit shocked he spoke to me, and in such a soft tone. Like a normal human being, I looked up to Harry and he was a bit shocked too.
"Umm yea I guess, depends on what you classify as success." I answered.
"Well I've read about you. And trust me I would classify it as success. You have a home in Paris, a vacation house in both Mexico and Spain. You started from nothing and look at you. Designing for this years London's fashion show. Along with some of the best designers in the world. That is true success. Your parents must be so proud. Consider yourself lucky." As he spoke his last words he looked at Harry, with a look of shame, and that broke my heart. I tighten my grip on his hand.
"And your single I've heard, then again you are quiet young. 20 and yet so so so successful. My boys can a learn a thing or two from you." He said.
"Thank you sir, I'm not 20 yet but soon." I said not know how to respond to his compliments.
"What about your parents?" He asked, I tensed up a it when he asked that.
"Dad." Harry warned.
"It's fine Harry. Me and my parents aren't on speaking terms." I stated.
"And why is that?" He asked. God can he stop questioning me about my personal life. I was getting annoyed.
"Because sometimes parents just can't accept who their child really is, that maybe one day they'll have to grow up and they won't be able to be what you had in mind for them to be. That maybe just maybe they'll have a goal set for their selfs that doesn't revolve on making the parent satisfied. So they leave, and trust me once they leave it will be years until they come back. I have no idea if they miss me or if they might even think I'm dead. I wonder if they regret judging me as hard as they did. You Mr. Styles as a parent must understand right? I'm sure you don't judge your children like that, because they're still here. Could you imagine waking up one day and find one of them missing and all they left back was a note. Saying they left because you weren't doing a good enough job. I sure wish I had what this family had." I said, he eyed me closely, like I knew something he didn't. And I did. He didn't know Harry had heard him talking to Ethan about him.
"I'm sorry to hear that." He said, I just nodded, maybe now he can treat Harry just a tad better.
"Great speech love." Harry whispered in to my ear. I sent him a small smile which he returned.
"By the way Dad and Yolanda I'll be spending the weekend in Paris with Bel. I know I'll miss the ball. I doubt anyone will notice I'm not there." Harry said, his dad just nodded not seeming to care. Ethan stared daggers in to Harry.
"I didn't know you were going to Paris Ms. Hernandez." He said.
"Well it's none of your business to know about what I do on my own time. I have issues I have to take care of." I said, Harry chuckled a bit.
"I don't say this often but I like you Ms. Belinda." Mr. Styles said, hmmm i didn't see that coming. Was it a good thing? Or a bad thing? I looked up to Harry for some help. He looked down out me with a shocked expression but happy also.
"Well I ummm thank you sir." I said unsure. He likes me. As what? A wife for his son? An associate? Does Harry like me less or more now? I'm so confused on his fathers statement.
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