Natalie's POV

It was already thirty minutes past four I was already running an hour late as I was supposed to meet Harry at 3:30 but failed due to the last minute practical extension.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'm sorry" , I cried , looking at Harry's face who already looked exhausted.

"So it's finally3:30 by your watch eh?" he questioned and his facial expression stated that he was gut wrenchingly annoyed, for waiting for me under the sun .

To that expression my conscience replied ,'you had your car to sit in you didn't have to get yourself tan!' "Shut up conscience Natalie !" , I hushed my conscience and looked at Harry with a guilty face .

"Oh don't do that to me . Don't make that puppy face , you know I cannot counter that, even though am gutted."
I smiled at him and batted my eyelids as if to say PLEASE.
Harry replied , "Get in the car Nat !"

I rushed into the car , when Harry blocked my way , "You want me to walk all the way to house ? I'm sorry I don't know the way." I questioned with an anxiety filled tone.

I don't know what happened then he looked at me as if he thought why I always underestimated him. He retorted, "You know what is your problem lady, you never let me finish."

"Sorry"

"C'mon , don't start again , LET ME DO THE HONORS !" He exclaimed opening the door of the car . "Thank you " I replied showing gratitude ,I felt like an idiot for thinking he'd leave me to walk home alone .

"So you like listening to radio " he questioned
Before I could even reply
"Of course you do!" He added.

We reached home ,his house.

"Mom we're home!" Harry cried .

" Welcome home hun! Brought a friend along?"

'Hun' if it were my home I would have tried to sneak in and keep my voice as low as possible . And if my mother heard it was 'we're' , and it was anyone else except Naomi , she'd kill me.she would literally set up a trial for me.

"YEAH! Mom meet Natalie ,"  he held both my shoulders with his muscular hands and pulled me towards his mom ,"Scholar, Singer, Dancer, Painter BEAUTY WITH BRAINS" ,

"Hey Stop . No Mrs.Styles . He's just exaggerating!"

"So you don't sing?"

"I do!"

"Don't dance ?"

"I do!"

"Don't paint?"

"Not exactly"

"Not here in scholarship?"

"Yeah but that doesn't exactly make me a scholar ,you see." , I stated .

"Yes ma'am 100%, Mom if 100% scholarship doesn't make a person a Scholar , what does? "

"Oh Kay okay stop! Don't fight! Harry make her feel comfortable don't worry her . And you dear you can call me Ms.Anne if you want to . I'm not exactly Mrs.Styles you see. "

I never felt this awful before ,like never, I might have made the situation awkward for Ms.Anne, Harry and myself all at once.Harry saw the appalling look on my face and grabbed me by my shoulders  again now with a more comforting touch . Ms. Anne understood that I felt like a horrible person.

"Hey , Natalie look at me . It's fine alright you need to relax you cannot over feel everything so much . Okay it's alright . Harry take her . I'm making dinner, be downstairs by 7 both of you."

She looked at Harry , Harry then took me upstairs acting as a guide and giving me a tour of his whole house .

"And this is my room !" He concluded.

"Harry we've liked passed this room thrice in the last 15 minutes ."

"What, I was making you feel home! Incase you ever need something , you won't feel embarrassed and scared to leave my room to get yourself something." He touched the back of his head with his right hand while a petite smirk formed in his face. God that smirk, God really took every ounce of His energy to create this sweet creature. I responded to him with a bleak glance.

"Welcome to my kingdom!"

His room . Has everything but nothing at all.
All messed up bed had its mattress overturned , swing was piled up with clothes , socks all over the mattress which he termed as his grand aisle , bookshelf had hell lot of books compiled from different genres, horror,romance, mystery, sci-fi , but not a single book required for his course . 'It's none of your business' conscience Natalie stated.

His room was lit with golden yellow lights , and had a collage of pictures of him and his mother and a certain girl whom I was not introduced to yet . After analyzing his whole room I replied ,

"It's pretty ,....... pretty" so that he didn't feel I was judging him. "Natalie do you realise I was watching you all throughout while you were busy judging my aisle bed covers and others and that's what you've got to comment , pretty." he retorted .

" Yeah! We need to start the project you see , like right now." I reminded him .

" yeah I guess I would need a little bit of your help ." Harry requested.

"Yes sir , which side of the mattress do I need to catch ?" I confirmed.

"You are in my mind Senior Peter's!"
I grinned back .

"See usually I do this alone but as today I've got you with me why not use some help? On the count of three...... one..... two..... threeeeeeee." And we flipped the mattress "I knew I could do it " Harry took all the credit , yet again.

Harry's POV

I brought her home . She called my mother Mrs Styles , my mom corrected her . She embarrassed the three of us at the same time without even trying which made her feel like a horrible person.
I tried to console her knowing it wouldn't work , hence I offered her a tour of the house to make her feel at home.
We entered my kingdom , it was pretty unpretty yet it was pretty pretty . While she was busy analyzing my room, I was busy analyzing her face which was analyzing my room. She helped me turn the mattress down side up. I usually do my own work . I'm a good boy . I don't know what she felt like watching my messy room . I was a bit messed up because of Taylor so felt lazy cleaning my room.

"Harry I'll do the written work , you gotta help with research." She commanded .

"My hand writing is better !" I debated .

"Don't, you don't wanna go down that road !" She replied.

"No Natalie anything but that ,I've got the award for the best wri.." cutting me in the middle of the sentence ,"I won already!" The paper read which she handed over to me "Hey this is calligraphy , but ..,"
"This is what we're taught at school"
"You have a decorum for handwriting! I could never be a part of Indian schools."

We then continued to write , I had my computer switched on , surfing through the internet getting as much information as possible , I saw a bit stressed out Natalie going through the papers and trying to make clue of the research I had just done. It was summer time so I usually wouldn't have noticed it, but her hands were almost shivering, while she was twisting the pencil within the fingers of her right hand, and she had a cloud of sweat in her forehead, I could very well makeout that she was feeling agitated.
"Harry we cannot just copy Wikipedia here, we need to do actual research or else we will not get the first place, or good grades."

She removed her glasses, and there I see again, those beautiful jet brown orbs, impatiently staring at the papers trying to figure out something, she is completely oblivious to the fact that I am staring at her right now, staring at the perfection she is, even though she never tries to be, except for studying.... in that segment she always tries to be perfect. Every time I look at her she feels like a breath of fresh air, and then  she sees me looking at her.

"Done , with work . Very good . Now draw these diagrams . Get these pictures downloaded and print them. " - she read out all these names from her never ending to-do set list in her mind panting for breath.

"Woah woah woah , I'm not done with research yet . I got five more topics to get information about . " -I replied .

"You just broke all the expectations I built " she regretted .

"In the staircase of sands" I added .

We continued our work, me with the same pressure and she with the same enthusiasm, when she gets the call......

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