Eucatastrophe ~ h.s.

This isn't how I planned any aspect of my life to occur.

The plan was simple: Finish university with a 4.0 GPA, Get a well-paying corporate job that's more intense than the assistant job I've now, Find a man that loves me for me, Get married at a gorgeous ceremony, Have beautiful children, Grow old with the man of my dreams and watch our kids mature right before our eyes, and Then fall deeper and deeper in love with our time together.

That Night wasn't supposed to happen. My life wasn't supposed to turn out like this.

*Contains: Language, mild sexual content, and a bit of violence. Content could be triggering for some.*

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36. ✗ thirty-five ✗ (Part 1)

SHAY

15 July

Banquet day, the day Harry and I have both been yearning for and dreading at the same time.

All the stress that's gone into today has worked us both into tired, cranky crabs. We had to leave work early and take naps at the house for a few hours before we had to get ready just to keep us going. Louis and Anne repeatedly told us during lunch that they had every thing under control, that the two of us could focus on actual work and just show up at eight sharp.

Easier said than done.

As soon as Harry and I laid down in bed my phone, and Harry's, began ringing off the hook. Melissa had questions for me about some simple assignments, Cameron had questions for Harry about the upcoming expense reports, Louis had ten minutes to spare which meant he tried to bug the shit out of us, and I had gotten a couple of phone calls from my mother.

I, of course, ignored my mum's calls figuring it was about damn time that she called to make me feel bad about myself. Usually after a fight she's the first to cave in and come crawling back, thinking I'll fall victim to her words and do whatever she says. Well, this time I decided it's different. This time I'm not going to be that victim.

We ended up getting about three hours of sleep during the sun's highest point in the sky before waking and beginning to get ready. I had taken an extra long and hot shower to ease my aching body and shave my legs so they're silky smooth underneath my dress. I don't care if it's a gown; I still care about my own bodily hygiene.

Harry offered to get ready in the bathroom upstairs that way we could both take our time and get ready. After my shower I did my hair, trying out a new hairstyle that I found on Pinterest. It didn't turn out as perfect as I had hoped, but it looks good enough for a banquet.

Now I'm standing deep within Harry and I's shared closet, where I had placed the gown and its dress bag before my shower. It's still sealed tightly. It hasn't been opened since the store, hiding away from the light around it, as well as Harry's curious eyes. I'm rather glad he hasn't seen the dress yet. I want his first time seeing it to be on my body.

I unzip the dress bag quickly and take the royal blue fabric out of its hiding space, smiling at it as I hold the gown up. The colour shines beautifully under the glow of the light in the closet and I want more than ever to have this on my body.

I remember being timid when Gemma saw it on the mannequin, saying that it was so great for my skin tone although it wasn't quite what I had in mind for this banquet. But what can I say? I fell in love.

I snatch the silver sandal pumps off the ground after I've slid the dress on and make my way to the bed, sitting down upon the neat duvet before putting the shoes on. Once the shoes are on my feet, I stand and walk to the body length mirror at the edge of the room, gasping lightly.

The blue looks amazing with my skin tone, like Gemma said, and makes my green, blue eyes shine even brighter underneath the eyelashes fluffed with mascara. The straps fall comfortably on my upper arms, the way the dress was designed, showing off my protruding collarbones. I have to say my breasts look absolutely amazing in this dress as well, the push-up bra showing off more than I think I ever have. The curve looking almost natural, as if my boobs were really this perky without help.

Harry's going to love this.

"Shay, we have to get going!"

I'm slightly startled when Harry begins knocking lightly along the other side of the door. Butterflies erupt in my stomach at the mere thought of Harry's face the first time he see's me this dolled up. He's seen me in a dress and full hair and make up before, but only for company events. I've never put this much effort into dressing up around him.

I curl the loose strands of my hair around my pointer fingers a bit before fixing my boobs and grabbing my clutch off the bed. With a heavy sigh and a slight lick of the lips I grasp the handle of the door and swing it open.

Harry is standing near the stairs with his back to me and his phone pressed it his ear. I continue smiling and roll my eyes, a bit bothered that he wasn't still standing here so I could just reveal this look and get it over with. I'm giddy to show him.

"We are leaving, I swear it." He mutters and I can see him rubbing his temple as he begins to turn.

"Harry." I call lightly, hoping not to disturb him on his phone call.

"Louis, I'm not going to repeat myself, we are on our-" He freezes mid-sentence as his fern eyes make contact with me. His jaw literally drops as his eyes wonder my body from head to toe. He just stands there, still as a statue with his jaw ajar. "Oh my God." He breathes out, nearly the dropping the phone out of his hand all together.

He regains motion in his jaw and closes it as a smirk comes to the corner of his pink lips after a couple of seconds and presumably so words from Louis on the other line. "I have to go. We're on our way." He mumbles to Louis, only moving his lips slightly as he drops his phone from his ear. I smile largely and do a slow twirl before placing my hand on my hip and posing.

"How do I look?" I ask, biting my lip lightly. Harry seems to be frozen again as he looks me up and down again. It's as if he can't believe what's right in front of him.

I take this time as he gawks to look him up and down.

When my eyes finally take a glance at his apparel I inwardly groan before laughing loudly. Harry looks taken aback as I stand, clutching my stomach as loud chuckles leave my lips. My sides begin to hurt as I laugh harder, not believing my eyes. Tears prickle the edges of my eyes and curse my emotions for getting teary-eyed whilst laughing my arse off. I can't smudge my makeup, but I cannot help but laugh.

He's wearing the damn Gucci suit.

"What?" Harry asks, clearly amused by my state of laughter. I shake my head and lean back against the wall to catch my breath. I don't know why it's so funny to me, the fact that he's wearing this suit that I gave him so much crap over. He wears it tonight, of all nights, the night of our first banquet together as a couple.

"Your suit! You're actually wearing the suit!" I exclaim once I've calmed my laughter done a bit and wiped my eyes. Harry's smirk grows as he looks down at the suit before giving me his best sexy pose. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but you look amazing!"

"Thank you." He says, dipping his head down to the point where his hair falls down over his forehead. He pushes the long strands back and I remind myself to tell Harry to cut his hair. He looks good, but I'm not sure it's a CEO's best look.

"But Shay, you," He smiles and takes a step towards me, "look absolutely stunning." He praises. I blush and bite my bottom lip, reaching my hand out and taking Harry's.

"Really?"

"Really." He confirms, giving my hand a bit of a squeeze. We stand in the midst of the empty hall for a little longer, sharing glances and eyeing each other's outfits. "We should go before Louis throws a proper fit." Harry mumbles, taking his bottom lip into his mouth.

"Yeah." I agree, wishing we had more time to ourselves before going to this thing.

"Plus, if we stand here any longer I may just take you in the bedroom and never let you leave."

I gasp lightly as the crimson washes to my cheeks. The thought of Harry ripping this dress off me excites me to new limits, but we can't. Tonight is not about us. Tonight is about the kids.

"We wouldn't want that, now would we?"

"Well-"

"Nope," I cut his fantasy short, pressing my lips to his for a quick peck, "we're leaving."

&&&

"Don't let go of my hand and stay at my hip."

Harry's anxiety level raised into the hundreds by the time our Über left the house about twenty minutes ago. He's been practically vibrating in his seat out of nervousness, ever so often giving my hand a kiss before turning his attention back to his speech notecards.

Louis spilled the beans to Harry that there are tons of paparazzi and press outside the banquet venue, which has put Harry on edge, as it should. He's been shifting in his spot, his knee bouncing up and down at a mile a minute. Oddly enough, I don't feel as nervous as I should.

"Harry," I mutter, sliding over in my seat so that I'm closer to him. I wrap my arm around his arm and rest my head against his broad shoulder, "you'll protect us from those mean ole' paparazzi." I mutter, staring ahead of us towards the windshield, trying to lighten the mood. "My big strong man."

I glance up at Harry to see him slightly smirking, my joking tone doing a bit to distract the man. He begins to lean down to attach our lips but is interrupted by the driver speaking.

"Sir, we're here."

Our eyes tear from each other to meet the outside world as the Über driver pulls up besides a large building, crowds of paparazzi and press spilling out of the main entrance. Their howls are loud, they seep through the glass of the vehicle like they're paper thin. My confidence, that was once at an all time high, has shed from my body seeing their numbers and now I realize the anxiety that has feared Harry.

I've seen paps before. They stand outside the building, usually in small numbers with their cameras and microphones. There's always one there, if not directly in front of the doors then across the street, but I've always seen one. I assume they're just waiting for Harry to muck up in some way so they can get the story first.

Don't get me wrong; they give me the creeps even though I sound like I couldn't give two shits. They're today's society scum, fishing in people's business just for their pleasure, and for the money, of course. I get some may have families that they need to provide for, but get a real job that doesn't consist of degrading others.

When Harry announced the expansion of his company into Australia it was then that the numbers of paps soared, but only for a couple weeks and Harry was adamant on me taking the side entrance. I guess back then he was trying to keep me safe like he does now. Apparently, I was just too blind to see it.

"I won't let them hurt you." I gulp and nod my head, sitting up straight and gripping my clutch in my clammy hands. Harry peers out of his window one last time, a couple security guards spilling out of the double door entrance, pushing the men and women back from the car. "I love you." I send Harry a minute smile before sliding my hand into his.

"It's okay, I love you too." I assure him. Harry smiles back at me before taking a deep breath and opening the door.

His face has shed the smile and a serious look now replaces it. He hops out of the vehicle first, his boots clapping against the concrete. Paps yell questions at him about the expansion and other work related things I don't care to listen to.

He ignores them as I slide across the seats and take Harry's outstretched hand. I've gone to events with Harry before and we've arrived together, but there's never been this worry that the paps will suspect us being together. They'll surely find out tonight, but I hope they don't already know.

"Thanks." I mutter as I hop to the concrete.

The crowd around us roars louder, thrusting microphones and camera lenses in our faces. Harry's hand immediately tightens around mine and I feel his body go stiff. The guards do everything in their power to push the screaming monsters back, but still some crowd closer than I'd like. One guy leaps out in front of us, causing me to stumble back, gasp, and instinctively cover my stomach with my clutch-filled hand. Harry's hand tightens further and I wince in slight pain but ignore it as he pushes me back behind him with our hands still firmly attached.

The words being shouted from the mouths around us go in one ear and out the other, nothing they say sticking in my head. They're mostly about Harry's business and what the whole Australia trip was for, was the expansion being postponed were their questions.

Harry, being the absolute professional he is, simply ignored them, keeping his grip on my hand extremely tight and his facial expressions blank from emotion.

"Harry-" I wince out as we finally approach the door, his hand tightening further around mine.

We enter the building and the guards shut the doors behind us. Harry lets out a large sigh whilst glancing over his shoulder. I sigh thankfully that we're safe, but Harry's hand is still painfully clenched around mine, keeping my hand hostage. He seems not to notice the discomfort I'm in as we stand together, him nervously glancing round.

"Harry." I try again, gaining his attention. I motion to our hands with a pained look and he glances at them with wide eyes.

"I'm sorry," He apologizes, releasing my hand. A look of worry takes over his face. "I didn't know I was squeezing you that tight, are you okay?" He rasps out worriedly, trying to examine my hand that's thankfully been released. I find myself grinning to lightly at his worry as I shake my hand out to regain feeling.

"Tight grip. Have you been working out?"

The look of worry on Harry's face fades and he grins down at me before this time carefully intertwining our fingers together. He takes a peek at our hands before bringing them up to his lips and pressing a chaste kiss to the skin. I feel my cheeks blush, as his eyes never leave mine. I don't even care that there's a shit ton of people just outside the doors behind us, probably getting this all on camera. That's the point, isn't it?

Get your cameras ready.

I take a step closer to Harry as he lowers our hands and keeps his eyes locked with mine. I smile over at him before leaning in and pressing a quick kiss to his plump, soft lips. I savour the moment for a bit before tugging away and blushing up at him.

"I love you." He mumbles, joining our lips again.

"There you two are!"

We peal apart from each other to see Louis rushing towards us with a dazed expression upon his features. His eyes immediately double in size when the image of our lips pressed together finally reaches his brain and the look of urgency disappears, replaced with one of pure joy. "It's about damn time that you two have shacked up!" He announces, loud enough for all to hear. He walks over to us with open arms. Harry wiggles his hand reluctantly out of mine and gives his friend a quick hug before Louis turns to me. "Shay you look absolutely gorgeous."

"Thank you Louis." Louis takes my hand and brings it up to his mouth for a quick kiss. I see Harry rolls his eyes to my left.

"Hands off, she's mine." Harry growls playfully causing Louis to let go of my hand and hold his hands up in surrender. I roll my eyes at Harry, his level of protectiveness astonishing.

"Trust me, I wouldn't dream of it." He exhales before frowning. "Looks like I owe the lads a bit of money."

My jaw drops as I look over to Harry, his expression mirroring mine.

"You bet on us?" Louis shrugs and grins largely at us.

From the amount of time I've spent with Louis, which isn't much, I'm actually not surprised that he bet on us. He's a cheeky chap and seems like the type for betting on his friends' relationships. As for his friends, I don't know them quite as much as I know the lanky man standing in front of us, but I really don't put it past them either.

"Why am I surprised?" Harry sarcastically announces, laughing lightly.

"Lads didn't think you'd have the bullocks to ask her out, at least not for a couple years. I believe its Niall who wins the bet. At least I had a bit of faith in your manly-hood, Styles." Louis exclaims with a laugh. "I said you'd ask her out within the first two years of her working for you, Niall said three to five, and Liam said over five years." Harry shakes his head, a grin plastered on his face. "If you want to be mad at anyone it should be Liam and Niall, not me."

"Those bastards."

I laugh and wrap my arm around Harry's waist as I lean into him. Harry instinctively wraps his arm around my waist and gives my hip a small squeeze.

"Yeah, but enough about those blokes," Louis says, motioning us with his head in the direction behind him. He turns and Harry and I rejoin our hands, grinning behind Louis' back as he leads us down the corridor, "How long have the two of you been officially together?" He asks as he glances over his shoulder to Harry and I. I smile up at the man I love and motion for him to answer his friend.

"About a month." I nod my head in agreement, unable to keep the smile on my lips at bay. I'm just so happy that we can finally speak publically about what we have. There's no more sneaking around in front of others, we can be happy.

Louis stops short in the corridor, right outside a closed door. I can hear muffled instrumental music streaming softly from the other side.

"You're meaning to tell me that the two of you have been together for a month now and you've kept it from me?"

"Sorry, buddy." Harry says, patting Louis on the back. "We've all got secrets."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I giggle slightly at Louis' face.

Last night in the wee hours of the morning, after emptying my stomach, Harry and I somehow got on the topic of conversation of Louis' love life. Don't ask me how it came to that; it just happened. Harry thinks that Louis is hiding a special lady from him. We chatted about it for a bit, but I was too tired to remember much of the specifics.

"You tell me." Harry simply shrugs and smirks at Louis before motioning to the door. "Ready?"

Louis looks at me in astonishment, and slight confusion, but all I can do is smile. He looks at me for some sort of insight, but Harry pulls me in through the double doors before I can even aid in Louis' confusion.

Those thoughts over Louis' love life are soon forgotten when the double doors are opened and the three of us step through. There are round tables covered in tablecloths, decorated with tall candles and place settings for eight. A stage stands at the front of the mass of tables, with a podium set up in the middle. A few meters behind the podium sits an orchestra, playing the beautiful music that fills the air. The music is a bit louder than I suspected and there are people everywhere dressed very glamorously. Some turn to look at us, but the only person to approach us is a beautifully dressed mother.

"Harry!" Anne exclaims.

Her dress is a beautiful red gown that hugs her slim figure perfectly. Her brown hair cascades down over her left shoulder and her makeup looks way better than mine. She looks absolutely magnificent as she greets her son at arms length. Her eyes scan his intricate suit with a sly smirk on her painted lips.

"This suit is something else." I laugh at her reaction, gaining her attention. "And Shay, my heavens, you are so beautiful!" Her hand flies over her mouth as her eyes scan me from head to toe. "Gemma said the dress was pretty, but not this beautiful and you make it so much better!" I open my mouth to thank Anne, but someone beats me to it.

"She's met your mum and Gemma too!" Louis exclaims, from behind us. I laugh and roll my eyes at him as Harry nudges his friend with his elbow. He sounds like a child. "Unbelievable." Louis steps around us with a playful roll of the eyes before kissing Anne on the cheek.

"Good to see you too, Anne."

And with that he walks away, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his dress pants. I laugh at his demeanor; he's acting like the second child after their little sibling has been born. Harry motions to his friend with a shake of his head.

"I have to speak with him about my speech." He says to the both of us. Harry leaves a soft kiss on my upper cheekbone, the public display of affection bringing crimson to my cheeks. I'm never going to get used to kissing him in public. "Mum, take care of her."

"Will do, honey." Harry plants another chaste kiss to my cheek before taking off towards his old friend. Anne and I laugh at the two boys, acting like children. Harry runs up behind his mate and wraps his arm around Louis' shoulders, saying something to him before to two laugh loudly. I admire their friendship. I'm glad Harry has a friend like Louis, I'm not sure if he'd be able to survive the stress of his job without a friend like him.

"Shay," Anne says, bringing me to smile over at her, "you do look so picturesque this evening."

"Why thank you Anne."

"I'm shocked that Harry even left your side." She adds, giving me a wink as the two of us glance over in his direction. I laugh and shrug my shoulders, smoothing my gown out a bit.

He's standing with an older gentleman. He no longer wears a playfully grin, but rather a professional smile. Harry and the man share a handshake and the man begins to motion around the room with a smile on his own lips.

"Louis needs him more than I do at this point." I point out, motioning towards Louis. He's standing near Harry, now with a flute of champagne in his hand. Louis' speaks to the man, adding a bit of humor to their conversation I assume, because moments later the three men are laughing.

"That boy needs a girlfriend." Anne mutters as she wraps my arm around her's.

"I do agree wholeheartedly." Anne laughs lightly and shakes her head. "Sometimes I think Harry and him are dating rather than the two of us." This time Anne and I are in a fit of giggles.

Anne and I chat lightly as we walk around the banquet, admiring the hard work that has been put in for tonight. Everything looks truly amazing and I regard how much time and effort Anne and Louis put into tonight. Apparently she's taken over the role of Head of Party Planning for the foundation. She has amazing taste; it's very elegant and classy.

She introduces me to a few of her friends that work with the foundation, but we mostly keep to ourselves, talking lightly about our gowns. Anne had gotten ready at Gemma's this morning and Gemma had spent hours on Anne's hair and makeup before she had to rush off to work. It's not that Anne needs all the makeup and hairspray; she's one of the most beautiful women I've ever met sans beauty products.

She and I take a seat at our table at the front of the room at our nameplates and continue to make small talk whilst Harry and Louis work the room. I'm quite surprised that I actually attained a name place, actually I'm surprised were being served dinner at all. I thought this was just going to be a fancy party with small appetizers and dancing, no room for sitting. From where I'm sitting it looks as if Louis is working the room and Harry is studying his speech notecards.

He hasn't been stressing out about this speech too much; he makes speeches all the time. As far as I know, he wrote the speech last week whilst putting off some of the work in his office. I frowned upon it at the time, but he's the boss so he can do whatever he pleases.

"How are you and my son?" Anne asks out of the blue, pulling me out of my trance on her son's lean figure standing at the corner of the room. Things between us had fallen quiet.

I sigh happily and look to Harry's mum with a wide grin on my lips. There's always a smile on my lips when I talk about Harry.

"We are great." Anne smiles back at me, taking my hand in her's. "We've been very busy lately, with this banquet coming up. Harry has been working very hard and I'm just trying to keep up with him and help him out as best as possible. There's a lot of sleepless nights, but it's a journey." I say, chuckling lightly.

With the expansion, the banquet, and the baby things have been hectic. Hopefully next week will slow down long enough for us to enjoy our second ultrasound appointment.

"But we're really good."

"I'm glad Harry's found you." I smile at Anne, her words warming my heart.

"I'm glad I found Harry too-" My words tumble off into silence as my eyes scan over Anne to a man and woman walking into the banquet hall as if they own the place.

A gasp tumbles from my lips at the recognition of the man and I immediately duck down so that Anne's body is shielding mine. Anne's eyes are wide and her lips are parted in confusion.

"Shay, are you alright?" I quickly nod and try to smile at her like I'm not totally freaking out.

I need to find Harry.

 

*To Be Continued* - Apparently the chapter was too long so I have to do a part two :(

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