Simon shows quickly his head through my door and I see his more serious face. This means an important meeting and I quickly pick up a pen and notepad. I leave my room and follows him to the conference room. Sometimes, there's quick meetings and then there's always something more serious that has happened.
I'm just standing inside the door and I feel how my body becomes very stiff. As soon as I walk through the door I caught sight of him. Harry stands by the other end of the long table and he picks order some paper. He peers up and when he sees me, he reacts the same way. I lose the ability to move for a few seconds, but eventually I slip shamefully down in a chair and I avoid Harry. Yet, I see in the corner of my eye that he can't let go of me. I see that he often looks at me, although he talks to Simon.
"Today we have an important meeting!" says Simon once everyone has entered the room. "This's Harry Styles and he has inherited his father's bank. We are looking to put together our banks and instead create something bigger, like the world hasn't been seen before."
I note on a paper, although there's nothing to write down. I listen, but I felt how Harry was staring at me. He sits down and he looks at me with his green eyes. How could he show up? Just like that, without further?
"I want the head office here." Simon continued. "And Harry's prepared to move here."
"Harry's father was a very popular man and we wish that his spirit will still be alive."
I looked up and I met Harry's gaze. His father was dead? I suffered with him and I saw the pain in his eyes. First I had left him, and then had his dad died? Talk about everything that happened at the same time.
Harry came in to my office. I saw how he almost hesitated and he closed the door quickly behind his back. He looked at me and I looked at him. What would we say? What did you tell him when you had crushed his heart? "Excuse me, but I made the wrong choice and I know about it now!" I didn't say that to him. Instead, I stood up and I tried to smile.
He smiled and he looked at me closely.
"My condolences on your father's passing. He was a beloved boss."
Harry took a few steps toward me and I saw that he was tormented every second he saw me. He seemed not to care about what I said and he didn't know what to say.
"I miss you!" he whispered instead and I saw how he was close to throw himself over me, but he knew the truth. I didn't love him as much as he loved me.
He swallowed and he looked down at my desk, to avoid me.
"You just left me?"
"I know I did wrong, but at that time it felt right."
Harry cleared his throat and he struggled to hold back tears.
I didn't know if I would be honest or lie.
"Niall Horan." I replied quickly. "His family's rich and they have good reputation in Ireland."
Harry didn't care.
"And you love him?"
No, or maybe, or I did before, but now I don't know.
Harry nodded at my answer. Much like if he was expecting a yes and he looked at me again.
"May I ask you out to dinner, just to talk?"
I didn't like the idea.
He nodded and smiled weakly. I saw his green eyes watched me carefully and they made me more nervous.
"I've been married to you and that's the last thing I want to do, something stupid." he whispered. "I just want to talk to you and nothing more."
I gathered courage.
He smiled weakly.
"I'll pick you up outside the bank after six o'clock?"
"Niall, I'll be home late tonight."
Niall believed in my words, and I heard his voice on the other end.
"Okay, maybe I can hang out with Louis then? He wants to play golf and we might go to the pub afterwards?"
"Sounds good. I promise not to be late."
He trusted everything I said.
"Yes darling, try to get home so that I can spend time with you."
I wanted to once again shout, "I'm meeting Harry, who I was married to." Instead, I lied and I felt horrible in the entire body.
He seemed to smile.
"I love you!"
Harry smelled good. He had a jacket, shirt as always was unbuttoned and he had the same old worn shoes. He had ordered a car and we sat in the back seat. We sat in silence and I tried to collect myself.
"So you are going to move here?"
Harry looked at me, he looked at me like I was the only girl on earth.
"Yes, I can't look after the bank on my own. Simon suggested that we merge our banks and share equally in everything."
I tried not to blush.
"And your music?"
He looked down at his hands and he seemed to think, before he looked at me again.
"I realized I was living the wrong life."
"Harry, you fit in the music."
He quickly shook his head.
"I was never at home and I thought I could make a name for myself. When dad died, I realized that I should live the life he wanted me to live."
I suffered with him. He had made the choice to not do what he wanted to do. He lived out his father's dream.
"But you can deal with music on the side?"
He shook his head.
"No, I have no time for that piece and the bank needs me." he looked at me. "And I need the bank, because it's the only thing that keeps me going."
I suffered with him. He looked like a wounded man, and he was no longer that happy Harry, who always smiled and always came up with fun suggestions.
We sat down at a table and I noted that he, as always, chose a restaurant which was cozy but not perfect. I missed that part of my life. Harry was one of the few rich who didn't care about what he did, but what he experienced. He ordered food and he ordered a bottle of wine.
"We must celebrate that we meet again." he said with a twinkle in his eye. I nodded, although I felt that there wasn't much to celebrate. We would eat and then I would return to my boring life, along with Niall.
"Did you make the right choice?"
I was putting in my throat and I just stared at Harry. He looked straight into my eyes and I saw that he really wanted an answer.
"I think so?"
He smiled weakly.
"It sounded as if you aren't sure?"
"Why do you ask?"
He smiled and he poked at the food.
"I just want to know. You broke my heart and you made me realize my own errors. I had taken you for granted and I think I should showed my love often enough."
I wanted to tell the truth. He had been perfect.
"It's not your fault."
He smiled and he looked at me again.
"Well, it was my fault."
"No, because I was the one who left you, I left our perfect relationship just to live in a dream."
Harry stopped and he looked at me for a long time. It was as if he really listened to my words and I realized what I had said.
"So you don't live in a dream."
I hesitated, I was silent. What should I answer.
"Niall cares about me and he makes sure we have everything."
Harry leaned slightly toward me and he looked straight into my eyes.
"You don't care about money, you've never cared about money. You're lying and I'm see at you that you aren't happy. You cant smile even when you're talking about him."
He was right, it was me who was lying to myself and I lied to everyone else. I realized that Harry knew me more than I knew myself. I just stared at him and didn't know what to say. He let his hand slide across the table and he caught up my hand. He looked straight into my eyes.
"I'm not here to take you away from your life, or make that as Niall did." he whispered sweet. "I'm just here because I wanted to once again feel needed. You made me feel loved and needed."
I just wanted to cry.
He shook his head, and he let the thumb stroking my hand.
"Not in the same way as when you were in my life."
I blushed and I felt the tears came. I felt all the emotions just spun around and I didn't know what I even felt.
"Sorry!" I whispered hoarsely why. "I hurt you and I knew about it. Nevertheless, I decided to leave you and I really thought I would get the life I wanted."
Harry smiled reassuring to me.
"You always think it's greener on the other side." he whispered. "But sometimes your wrong and everyone makes mistakes. You thought that Niall had what you were looking for, but he's just like everyone else. A common man with common needs, that's all, he's not a god and he's no hero who saved you. He's just a man. I'm just a man!"