"Hi, I'm Erica....would you like to be partners?," Erica asked. I was on my Friday dance lesson, and everyone was so nice to me. We were picking our dance partners, by the way.
"Sure!," I answered.
"You must be so lucky to live in Harry's house!," she exclaimed.
"Well, yes I do live there.....but mainly it's my job.....I'm his house keeper," I told her.
"Oh, but still.....," she said.
"Are you a fan?," I asked.
"Yes," she smiled, "You?"
"Yes," I said.
"How does his house look like? Is it fancy?," she asked.
Calm down girl.....to many questions at one time!
"Well yeah it kind of is," I said, getting a little annoyed.
"Are you the only house keeper there?"
"Does he have a dog or a cat?"
"Not that I know of."
"Do any girls come over to his house?"
Okay, I was getting annoyed like seriously!
"Does he have-"
"Girls! Find a place a the bar please!," our dance instructor walked in.
Erica and me found a place at the bar.
~ 1 hour later ~
"Can I come over to your house?," Erica asked after dance class.
"No," I simply said, "Harry doesn't want anyone but me there, while he's gone."
"Oh okay, well bye!," she said and walked to her car.
I walked to my own and drove over to Beverly Hills.
I was getting used to this place and actually loved it here!
As I approched Harry's, and well my house too, I saw some lights on.
Did I leave them on??
I parked my car in front of the house and grabbed my dance bag, walking to the door.
I opened it and went in. No one was in the kitchen, or the living room.
I shrugged. Must of left the lights on myself.
I walked upstairs to my bedroom, and opened the door.
"So how was your first day of dance?," Harry said as I turned the lights on.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!," I screamed.....he just literally gave me a heart attack here!
He as sitting on my bed, and grinning.
"You-you almost gave me a heart attack here!," I exclaimed.
His smiled faded.
"Sorry," he apologized.
"So you came home finally?," I asked.
"Yes, not leaving for another month or so," he said.
I put my bag down, and looked at him.
His long hair touching his shoulders, his blue bandana....his emerald eyes.....his smooth breathing.
I stood there while he sat on the bed, starring at each other.
I was the one to finally snap out of it.
"So, well.....uhhhhh......I'm going to take a shower," I said turning to my bathroom.
"You STILL haven't answered my question," Harry said. I turned around.
"What question?," I asked.
"How was dance?," he asked.
"Amazing," I sighed," I missed it SO much!"
"But I still don't understand why your doing this.....I'm suppose to be your housekeeper!," I said.
"Your more then that," he said, got up and left.
More then that? Wait does he...have feelings for me?