That video was like an attack.

Harry covered You're Still The One by Shania Twain and I'm fucking dying. I got so damn emotional.

Even though I didn't get 5 votes which is what I was aiming for in the previous chapter, I'm still going to update.

So can I get 5 votes this time?

QOTC: What do you think about the previous chapters? Honest thoughts!

• Chapter Eleven •

It was finally time for me to go home and as I walked out my office, my gaze met green ones separated by glass walls. Harry stared at me, his eyes were emotionless and cold, like they always are. I adjusted the strap of my bag on my shoulder, let out a deep breath and broke our eye contact. He looked like he cleared his throat and swallowed, by the way his Adam's apple bobbed up and down, then turned back to the man sitting in front of him.

Our offices are such that there are walls made of concrete and walls made of glass, it's like how Specter Litt offices are, only difference is that Harry can see my office from his. There's just this wooden panel in the middle and the rest is glass. The only room that doesn't have glass walls, is the art room attached to his office, with the addition of the restrooms of course.

I passed his office as I made my way to the elevator. I hadn't seen Cole on my way out and I'm guessing he finished early for his big move in day. That reminds me, I need to help him. I reached the apartment building and tiredly made my way to my apartment. It's been a long day. "Hey" I greeted Cole who was carrying three boxes in his hands "Hey, how was your day?" He beamed and I couldn't help but mirror his smile "It was okay, I guess and yours?"

He shrugged, "The usual" I nodded "I'll be back in a few minutes" he huffed as he lugged the boxes into his new apartment. I entered mine, kicked off my heels and changed into a pair of shorts and t-shirt. "Right, where do I start?" I rubbed my palms against each other as I stepped into what would be Cole's new apartment. "With those boxes, those are very delicate" he pointed to a cardboard box that had the word Books written on it

"Seriously" I chuckled and he scowled "Those are delicate, handle with caution" he ordered and I saluted. As I bent down to open the box, I noticed the cans of paint next to it "Why do you have so much of paint?" I passed him an incredulous look "Well, for starters I am a painter" I gave him a pointed look but chuckled thereafter "Secondly, I wanted to change the colour of these walls" he ran his hand along the white walls "Firstly, white is a shade not a colour and so is black" he narrowed his eyes at me

"Don't get all technical, Anna" I chuckled "Shouldn't you be painting the walls first then you can start unpacking" I clarified and he widened his eyes "That's a good idea, we should paint it now then" I eagerly nodded and he handed me a white sheet to cover up the couch and other furniture. Once done, he tore open a box filled with brushes and bandanas. He passed me one which was the American flag, why would he have such a bandana?

I opened up the bandana and straightened it out before covering my head with it. "Let's do this" Cole narrowed his eyes and acted as if the paintbrush was a gun causing me to burst out laughing. With old newspaper and sheets being splayed across the floor, we began our work. I hate being short. I can't reach the top of the wall and since there's no dining table or chairs, I have nothing to stand on. I jumped while running the brush against the wall when I felt two arms wrap around my calves, hoisting me up. I let out a yelp only to hear Cole chuckle "Gosh, you scared me" I held a hand to my chest not realising I had paint on it.

"Wasn't my intention" he tightened his hold around my thighs, keeping me up "Continue" he said "There done" I left the paintwork halfway "But you didn't" he countered "I'm heavy so you can put me down" he laughed "You're not heavy at all, I could do bench presses with you." I widened my eyes at his statement. "So continue" his hands were warm against my cold skin leaving goosebumps along with the feel of his breath against my thigh, it left this chilling sensation in my body.

"There done" I said with one last stroke of the brush "Great" he set me to my feet "You got paint on your shirt" he pointed out and I looked down finding my fingerprints from when I touched my chest after Cole lifted me into the air. Somehow, I always end up messing my other hand whenever I paint anything, like now. Cole brought a wet cloth in his hand and reached out, rubbing it against the paint on my shirt "Oh sorry," he said when he realised what he was doing.

I stared up into his blue eyes, "It's fine" I passed him a small smile, his hand hadn't moved from my chest, still holding the wet cloth there. I watched his eyes flick down to my lips and his own parted. Is it just me or is it getting hot in here? He tore his gaze off my lips, focusing them onto my own eyes, then moved his gaze back to my lips and I couldn't help but do the same, his lips were thin and slightly chapped from the cold outside but pink nevertheless, his blue eyes caught mine again and it's almost as if he was asking for my permission through his eyes. I blinked softly them smiled slightly. He took the hint and before I could even say Jack Robinson, Cole's lips were pressed against mine.

My arms slid around his shoulders, paintbrush still in my right hand, his hand rested on my neck while his thumb occasionally brushed against my cheek. It was slow and perfect but something felt off. I don't know what and why but a funny feeling settled in my chest. Pushing that aside, I put my focus on the man kissing me. His hands went around my neck, pulling me closer and I put my weight on his because if I didn't, I would have fell to the ground as my knees started to wobble.

He bit onto my bottom lip causing my lips to part, granting him access to my mouth. He tasted of coffee and caramel, something foreign to my senses, his tongue mingled with mine and I felt my heart race in my chest, Cole's lips moved in synchronisation with mine, since when did I become a professional in the art of kissing?

Cole's lips are nowhere near compared to Harry's, which were always so plump and ravishing, the feel of those plump lips against mine mixed with the taste of strawberries and cigarettes could easily make my knees weak. Shocked, I pulled back letting out a strained gasp with my eyes wide open "What's wrong?" Cole worriedly asked, I looked up into his concerned blue eyes and shook my head "Uhm, I just forgot I had something to do" I mumbled the first thing that came to my mind and bolted out the apartment door, into my own and then to my room.

I shut my room door behind me, standing against it as my breathing quickened. I did not just think of Harry while kissing Cole. Oh my god. I so did just think of him and his oh-so-kissable lips which rendered me in a complete frenzy. Okay, I admit that I couldn't stop thinking about the kiss that Harry and I shared at his house, yesterday, but to this extent. Oh Harry, what are you doing to me?

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I'm actually deciding on who I want Anna to be played by, I was thinking of making this another Harlena Fic bc I love them so fucking much or maybe browse through potential girls that I like Harry with but that's the thing, I don't like him with anyone except Selena even though they didn't happen. Ugh, send me your suggestions on who Anna could be played by and I'll make my final decision.

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