“But I don’t want to call him.” I whined to Josh as we sat in the conference room, having takeout lunch.

“You have too though.” Josh chuckled. “Are you sure we should be drinking wine at work?”

“Dude, when should we not be drinking wine?” I shrugged. “We only finished like one bottle.”

“That’s a lot for you, my dear.” Josh snickered.

“Whatever.” I sipped my glass. “I’m not calling him. Maybe Lily will do it.”

“Don’t make…” he started.

“LILY!” I yelled from the conference room. “LILY.”

“Use the intercom.” Josh rolled his eyes, sliding the phone over to me.

I pushed the button for her office, forgetting I didn’t need to yell. “LILY!”

“Yes?” she answered quietly.

“Can you come into the conference room?” I asked.

“Yeah, give me a minute and I’ll be over.” She responded.

“She’s so great. I’m glad we ended up with her instead of whoever was our other option.” Josh mumbled,

“And you’re worried about me having too much wine?” I cracked up.

“Shut up.” He rolled his eyes.

“Hey!” Lily said coming into join us. “Oh wine, fancy.”

“Yes, very! Would you like a glass?” I offered.

“I mean, I’m at work so I probably shouldn’t.” she shrugged, taking the seat next to me.

“Yes, but I’m the boss and I’m practically three sheets to the wind.” I giggled. “So have a glass or eight or the whole bottle.”

“Okay then yeah, sure.” she smiled, as her phone dinged.

As I poured her a glass of wine, I watched as she checked her phone. Her face grew into a smile as she read the text, fingers quickly responding to whoever sent her the message. I set the glass down in front of her as she clicked her phone screen off, setting it on the table, sipping her wine.

“So what’s up? Why’d you need me?” she asked.

“I was wondering if you’d call Voldemort and ask him to come in for his fitting.”

“And she says she’s not drunk but she just referred to her ex as Voldemort.” Josh snickered at me.

“Okay, he is Voldemort in my defense. He’s literally the worst and I need to be Harry Potter and take down his ass. Swish and flick, avada kedavra, bye bye Dark Lord, Volde.” I said, finishing my glass of wine.

“Oh my god.” Josh shook his head. “No more.”

“Yes, more.” I rolled my eyes.

“Um, I think that’s something you should actually do.” Lily said. “Not to over step my boundaries, but I just think you need to do it.”

“I agree, doll.” Josh looked at Lily.

“Okay a. eat shit, both of you. B. my scar hurts when I get too close to him c. fine I’ll do it.” I sighed.

“I’m sorry, I just think that if you don’t do it, he’ll try and throw it back in your face.” Lily shrugged, as her phone went off again. I looked down at the screen, a smirk spreading across my face.

“Who ya texting?” I smirked at her.

“Oh, um, uh, a friend.” She smiled, finishing her entire glass of wine.

“A friend, huh?” I smiled.

“Yes.”

“Boy or girl, friend?” I eyed her.

“A guy friend.” She looked timid.

“What’s his name?”

“Spencer, look it isn’t anything. I promise.” She sighed. “It’s not even what you think.”

“Who is it?” Josh asked, completely lost.

“Fine!” Lily declared. “Niall, I’m texting Niall!”

“OOhhhhh….” Josh chuckled. “That kid is something else. Just be careful.”

“You guys keep saying that, but he seems nice enough.” Lily shrugged, helping herself to another glass of wine.

“He’s nice until he makes you cheat on your boyfriend.” Josh said, causing me to choke on my sip of wine.

“Wait, what?” Lily asked, completely confused.

“Dude, fuck you!” I chucked a pen at Josh. I looked over at Lily, her face covered in confusion. “Okay kid, can I trust you with something that very few people know?”

“Absolutely.” She nodded.

“So right after Harry and I officially started dating, he came back to England for his grandma’s funeral. I had seen pictures of him online with his ex-girlfriend, Ella George right before Niall called and invited me over to the guys flat in New York. With Harry being out with his ex, I figured it was the perfect time to get drunk, cause that’s what they were doing. So I get over there and everyone is there and we’re drinking and having a good time. It gets late and everyone but Niall takes off to leave for the night to stay with their girlfriends someplace else. So being too drunk to drive, I was just going to stay in Harry’s room in the apartment. I had followed Niall into the kitchen because I was hungry and one thing lead to another and the next thing I know, I’m on the kitchen counter, with Niall in between my legs, making out with him. And then of course in our drunken stupor, we didn’t stop there. We made our way into what I thought was his room, turned out to be Harry’s room and had crazy sex all night. And the worst part about it was Louis had left his phone, came back for it and heard us. So it wasn’t just like I could tell Harry when the moment was right, Louis told Liam and they sat us down and forced me into telling Harry as soon as his flight landed basically. It was a mess, and Niall seems sweet and innocent but he has a wild streak in him. My concern for you has nothing to do with the fact that I’ve hooked up with him, I could care less. And honestly, he was a good shag so I’d say go for it, but I just don’t want you to really get hurt. He’s done things like that with a bunch of girls since I’ve met him, myself being one of them. I just don’t want you to get the feels and then him rip your heart out, ya know?”

“Wait, you had sex with Niall Horan?” she blinked at me.

“Yes.”

“While you were dating Harry Styles?”

“Yes.”

“Not that I condone cheating, but you are life goals.” She chuckled, refilling her now empty glass.

“Thanks, I try.” I joked, tossing my hair.

“But seriously, you can’t say a word.” Josh looked at her.

“I won’t and I promise I’ll tread lightly.” She laughed. “But for now I’m going to respond with my harmless flirting.”

“I trust you’ll be fine, but I just like to give my little nuggets a heads up.”

She smiled over at me, looking super appreciative. “But seriously, call Voldemort, you’ll be fine too.”

“Wise for her young age, she is.” I muttered, standing up, feeling the alcohol flow my bloodstream. I made my way to my office, muttering out loud to myself “I don’t want to call Volde. He’s mean. He killed mud bloods. Shit, mud bloods is the mean word. I am Voldemort.”

I plopped down in my chair, spinning around to look out the window. My view was nice. Working in the Heron Tower gave me a pretty good look of the city. I could see the city below, the Thames straight ahead accompanied by the London Bridge, the Tower Bridge and Tower of London to the left off in the distance, and St. Paul’s Cathedral to my right and even the Shard across the river. London was alright.

I looked around the city for a few more minutes before I got the courage to finally call Harry. I spun my chair around and picked up the corded phone on my desk. I dialed the number that I had so many times before, I’m sure I’d never forget it. It rang a few times, making me believe it’d just go straight to voicemail, but I couldn’t get that lucky.

“Ello?” I heard his deep voice answer.

“Hi Harry, it’s…” I started.

“I know who this is Spencer, you don’t need to introduce yourself.” He huffed.

“Oh okay, well I just calling to see if you could come in today or tomorrow so I can get those measurements before I leave for New York.” I paused, biting my nail.

“Uh, yeah yeah I forgot I needed to do that, sorry.” He chuckled. “I can come today.”

“Okay, great.” I nodded, even though he couldn’t see me.

“Is there a certain time I should come or what?” he asked, being way more cooperative than I thought.

“No, not really. Whenever you’re free I guess.” I shrugged.

“I’m so special I don’t need an appointment, yeah?” he said, probably wearing that stupid smirk.

“Whatever you need to tell yourself to sleep at night, Harry.” I rolled my eyes.

“I’ll be in soon.” He said, changing his tone.

“Okay, see you then.” I hung up before he had a chance to change the subject or talk more.

I rushed out into the hallway and into Josh’s office. I found him typing vigorously on his computer.

“What?” he said without looking at me.

“Where’d you put the wine?” I asked.

“Mini fridge.” He nodded over to the corner of his office.

I walked over to the fridge, got the wine, and plopped down in one of his chairs. I popped the cork out and took a healthy swig straight from the bottle and then another and then one more before I handed the bottle to Josh.

“Honey, I’m good and drunk.” He chuckled. I waved the bottle in front of him. “Fine.”

Rolling his eyes, he snatched the bottle from me. He followed my lead, taking a nice long sip. I sighed loudly, leaning my head on the desk.

“I hate being alone with Harry.” I whined.

“So he’s coming today then?” Josh eyed me.

“Yes, he is. And he’s always so cheeky and generally good at telling him to fuck off but I’m drunk.”

“Girl, you’re not drunk, you’re hammered.” Josh chuckled. “But seriously, you need to sort your feelings out about him.”

“I hate him.” I mumbled. “He’s the devil.”

“Then what are you worried about?” Josh raised an eyebrow.

“He’s a fine looking devil.” I shrugged. “But I also have a fine piece of devil ass in an apartment in New York City. Ohhhh and we’re going back to New York soon, yes I can’t wait.”

“Oh god, have some more.” Josh rolled his eyes, giving me the bottle back.

He watched with what seemed like worried eyes as I finished the remainder of the bottle. I sighed putting an elbow on his desk, leaning my face into my hand. We stared at each other for a few seconds as I opened my mouth to speak, quickly shutting it.

“Tell me.” He never broke eye contact.

“Well I told you about Liam’s house and how Zara was a bitch and Harry let it happen but something else sort of happened.”

“What else?”

“I sort of was flirting with Harry to piss off Zara, and I’m worried that I crossed a line or gave him the wrong idea. We had this quick little moment together, alone in the hallway. He called me out for wearing something that I knew he’d like, and I played it off like I didn’t do that, but I did. He called me a bitch, I called him Harold, you know in that voice that I probably shouldn’t have used. And he got all bothered because I’d been doing it all night and then I like inadvertently brought up our sex life when Zara asked why I had kept calling him that and I don’t know. I’m rambling but I just don’t want him to think I’m back into him or something.”

“Okay, first of all, breathe. Second of all, fuck Harry Styles. He sucks. You’re better without him and he knows that. Third, just don’t give him a reason to think otherwise.” Josh shrugged.

“Yeah, yeah you’re right. There’s nothing to worry about. He can be a little cheeky bastard but it doesn’t matter to me.” I smiled. “I’m gonna head into my office. I’ll call you if I need you.”

I stood from his office chair, stumbling, falling back into the chair. We laughed harder than we have in a long time. We had drank in the office before, but never to the point of not being stable on our feet. I hoisted myself out of the chair for a second try, successful this time.

I haphazardly made my way to my office, returning to my position staring out the window. I was looking across the river at the Shard, for god knows how long. My eyes had glazed over and I wasn’t really seeing anything but blurred visions of the world when my intercom rang.

“Spencer.” I heard Karen on the other end of the receiver.

“What? Hi, yes.” I whipped my chair around, a little too fast, answering the call.

“Mr. Styles is here.” She said.

“Ah, shit.” I covered my mouth. “He heard that, didn’t he?”

“Yes, he’s standing right here.” She chuckled quietly.

“Whatever, Idon’tcare.” I slurred. “Sendhimback.”

“Okay!” she responded, way too chipper.

I rested my cheek in the palm of my hand, slumped over my desk. This was the drunkest I had been in a long while. I was so drunk I was seeing double practically. I was worried about when I’d have to stand up and definitely worried about getting his correct measurements. Maybe I’d call Lily in for help. No, I had to do this. I had to prove he was nothing and I didn’t care.

There was a slight knock on my door, I groaned an incoherent ‘come in’, and in walked Harry, closing the door behind him. He had on his signature tight, black, skinny jeans, a plain grey button down, half buttoned, and a head wrap.

“I got you that.” I mumbled, pointing to his head. “For your 21st birthday.”

“Oh.” He laughed, nervously. “Yeah, I guess you did.”

“Whatever, gotta get measurements now.” I leaned back in my chair.

“Are you drunk?” he asked with a chuckle.

“Wha? Whaaa, what?” I giggled. “Me, drunk? I don’t drink.”

“Oh my god, Spenc. You’re drunk.” He laughed, taking a sit across from me.

“Ehhhh.” I held up my pointer finger and thumb a slight distance apart.

“Not very professional, now are we?” he eyed me.

“When you own the business, anything goes.” I raised an eyebrow, daring him to try me. I stood up with minimal stumbling, heading over to my cabinets to get the measuring tape. “Get on that.” I pointed to the raised platform in the corner of my office.

He did as he was told, stepping up. He watched me as I struggled to find what I was looking for. I heard him snicker from behind me. I ignored him as I continued to dig through my stuff. I sighed, unable to locate the tape measure, probably because I was drunk and seeing two of everything. No, not probably definitely. I felt him come up behind me, placing on hand on the open cabinet door and the other into the cabinet on the opposite side of me. I sucked in a sharp breath. He had a hand on either side of me and his face very close to my neck. He leaned in to whisper in my ear.

“Is this what you’re looking for?” he asked quietly, lips almost touching my skin as he spoke. He held up the tape measure. I nodded, quickly snatching the tool from his hand. I spun around, pushing him away from me.

“Get back on that.” I pointed to the corner stool.

He smirked, taking a step back up on to it, eyes never leaving my glare. I rolled my eyes, mustering up the most confidence I could find in me. I started with his coat measurements, I placed the fabric measure under his arms, across his chest. I jotted the number down, moving to his height.

He chuckled. “You know I’m 5’11.”

“I have to do this the right way.” I rolled my eyes.

“But you know that.” He shrugged.

“Stop fidgeting.” I swatted his chest. “Don’t make this any more difficult than it has to be.”

I scribbled down some more numbers before moving onto his inseam.

“I wore these pants so you’d get a perfect inseam measurement. I wouldn’t want my pants to not fit right.” He smirked down at him.

I squinted at him from my squatted position. He spread his legs apart slightly, as started the measurement from his crotch. The back of hand accidently brushing up against his manhood. I pulled it back quickly, letting the tape measure fall to the floor.

“It’s not like you’ve never touched it before.” he winked.

“Ew! No. You don’t get to do that!” I stood up, way too fast, losing my balance. It felt like an entire new rush of alcohol had been added to my system. I started to stumble into him but he caught me quickly. He caught me in his arms before I had the chance to fully fall. I sighed, placing most of weight against his torso. I was too drunk to care that he was Voldemort, at the moment.

“How much did you actually drink?” he laughed arms still around me.

“Like some wine.” I shrugged, not even fighting his embrace. “You smell nice.”

“Oh my god.” He snickered. “You don’t need to be at work right now, you need to be in bed.”

“I do want to go home, actually.” I shrugged. “But I’m in no condition to walk home alone. Besides, I need to finish getting your numbers.”

“How about this?” he looked down at me, arms still around my waist. “I take you home, and then I’ll plan something and come to New York so you can finish getting my numbers whenever you’re sober.”

“Why are you being so nice? You’re like the Dark Lord.” I mumbled.

“The Dark Lord?” he looked at me curiously.

“Oh my god.” I shook my head. “You’re the British one and you don’t even know about Harry Potter?”

“I’ve seen Harry Potter.” He shrugged.

“And you don’t know who the Dark Lord is?” I asked, appealed.

“I didn’t think that you were honestly referring to me as Voldemort.”

“HEWHOMUSTNOTBENAMED.” I shouted.

“Does that make you Harry Potter?” he eyed me.

“Yes. Now get me on my broom and let me fly home. I wanna sleep.” I pouted.

“Yes ma’am.”

That was the thing when I drank, I got into three moods.

1.I was touchy. I wanted to touch everyone, everything and then I wanted to have sex. Lots of sex.
2.I wanted to sleep.
3.I was a bitch.

There were no other options. And sometimes, I was all three at one time. But right now, all I wanted to do was sleep. I’d ask Josh if he’d take me home but he was more than likely going to just end up sleeping here. I would ask Karen to take me home, but she lived in the opposite direction of me. I would ask Lily, but that’s not a responsibility I could put on her. And as for everyone else, I really didn’t trust anyone enough with my life. But for some reasons, here I was putting my trust into Harry.

I mean, I had spent almost two years with the kid. I did share an engagement with the kid. I did trust him with my life. I rolled my eyes at the thought.

“So how’d you get here?” I asked, as he helped me gather up my stuff. After double checking that I had everything, we headed into the hallway.

“I drove. I’m parked in the garage connected to the building.” He shrugged. “I wasn’t going to cause a scene like we did the other day.”

“Yeah, when I looked great from the rain. Thanks for that.” I rolled my eyes.

“You looked fine.” He shrugged. “You never look bad.”

“Shut up.” I mumbled, as we ran into Josh.

“Where are you two going?” he eyed us curiously.

“Harry offered to drive me home.” I shrugged.

“Be safe. I’m going to nap on the couch in the conference room.” Josh yawned. “We’ve been drinking since like 10.”

“What time is it?” I asked.

“Nearly 7.”

“So everyone is gone?” I looked around.

“Yep.” Josh said, disappearing into the conference room.

“So I guess you are my only hope.” I looked over at Harry.







Harry POV

“So I guess you are my only hope.” Spencer said looking at me.

I smiled down at her. I don’t know why I was being so nice to her. Oh wait, yes I do. I’m still hopelessly madly in love with the girl. I was a dick to her when everyone else was around because I was trying to mask my true feelings. And I certainly couldn’t be nice to her in front of Zara. That would be the last thing I wanted to do. Emily and Louis were right, I was dating Zara, partly because she looked like Spencer. I was trying everything I could to get over her, and I just couldn’t. I sighed as I continued to lead her towards my car. We took the elevator to the garage bridge and headed to my car. I opened the door for her, helping her get in safely. I placed her things in the back seat before taking my position behind the wheel.

“So, where to?”

“Oh yeah,” she laughed. “I don’t live with you here anymore.”

“So where is home in London now?”

“I live over by Haggerston Park.” She said.

“Okay.” I nodded, knowing exactly where she meant.

I put the car into drive after backing out of my spot, and headed in that general direction. She gave me the directions to her exact building and I found an empty spot along the street. I got out, helping her with her bags, and up to her flat. I had seen a man with a camera outside the building but I didn’t want to draw attention to him. I wasn’t sure if he was taking pictures of us, or just sightseeing, it was a beautiful, old neighborhood. We finally reached her floor, exiting the lift. She fumbled with the keys to get in, finally having success.

“Um, well thanks.” She smiled, disappearing down the hall.

I wasn’t sure what to do with the bags, so I followed her. “You seem to be doing alright for yourself.”

“I am some sort of fashion designer.” She said from a different room. I found her face down in her bed, snuggled under the covers already. “Just drop them there.”

I did as I was told, letting the bags slip off my shoulder to the floor by her dresser. I stood awkwardly in the door way, not sure if I should say something else, or just leave. I went to turn around when she patted the bed next to her. I reluctantly moved to the side of bed, sitting down barely on the bed at all.

She poked me with pointer finger mumbling, “Confundo.”

“What?” I chuckled, thinking she was just mumbling nonsense now.

“Confundo. Harry Potter spell that makes you forget.” She shrugged from under the covers.

“And what do I need to forget?” I laughed.

“This entire day.”

“Why?”

“Because we got along for the first time since the breakup and I don’t need you getting any ideas.” She raised an eyebrow at me.

“I know it doesn’t change anything.” I shrugged. “I still hate you too.”

“Don’t lie. Lyins bad.” She slurred.

“You’re right, I don’t hate you. But you aren’t always my favorite person.”

“I’m always your favorite person, Harold.”

I sucked in a sharp breath as the word left her mouth. I stood up, quickly heading for the door.

“Hey, thanks though.” She smiled at me through hooded eyelids.

“I’d say anytime, but I can’t make that sort of promise.”

“See you in New York.” She yawned.

“Yeah, see you then.” I said in hushed tones, heading towards the front door.

I let myself out, silently going back to my car. Today was weird. I had expected to go in to her office, have her be all standoffish and rude, but the complete opposite happens. I ran a hand down my face as I exited the building. I was greeted by a few bright flashes to my face. Damnit, they had to of followed us here. I knew the guy earlier had to be a pap. This wasn’t good at all. We were a couple broken apart for years now. She had Pete. I had Zara. This sort of publicity wasn’t going to be good for either of us.

I was getting myself in deep with her. Driving her home, being nice, and definitely with agreeing to make a special trip to New York when I knew I had no true reason to go now that we were on a hiatus. Zara would be pissed, Spencer would be pissed and all the guys would be pissed.

But I meant what I said to Louis three years ago. She was mine, and I was hers forever. It wasn’t over. It would never be over. And I still believed that to this day.

Notes

sooooo heyyyyyyyyy!

the first true Harry and Spencer interaction! i wanted you guys to see how he truly feels because we already know the confusion in Spencer's mind about he who must not be named!

enjoy and sorry for any errors
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