Night Changes

53

Monday morning rolled around much, much too early. Mainly because Harrys phone was ringing almost half an hour before his alarm was even scheduled to go off.

He groaned in irritation, reaching out blindly without opening his eyes.

“What?” he muttered.

I whined, burying my face deeper into my pillow to hid from his voice. It was too fucking early. As much as I loved his voice, he needed to shut the fuck up.

“Liam,” he groaned, shifting in the bed. “Its six fucking thirty. Do you never sleep?”

I heard a muffled voice through the phone, although I couldn’t make out what Liam was saying.

“What do you mean?” Harry asked, his voice suddenly sounding much more awake. There was a pause, before he continued. “No, I haven’t checked. Why didn’t they call me? Are you sure? Yeah, okay, I will be there soon. Im sure its nothing.”

Despite my fatigue, I rolled over, forcing my eyes open. I found Harry setting his phone back on the nightstand, pushing up and swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. He was in only his boxers, his long, lean back enticing even in my groggy state. I reached out and rubbing my hand over his smooth skin.

“Whats wrong?” I asked, shuffling closer to him.

“Liam said Stephen from the board called him this morning,” Harry explained, looking over his shoulder at me. “Said I need to come home to London. Now.”

My eyes opened wide, my hand stilling on his back.

“Why?”

“Liam doesn’t know. He told Stephen I would call him the second I come in to the office. Apparently Stephen said to make sure I call him sooner than that.”

My stomach flipped as I pushed myself up, holding the sheets over myself. I was still naked from our escapades the night before.

“What does that even mean?” I asked, stupidly.

“I don’t know, Aubs,” he admitted, pushing up from the bed. “I’m going to head in now. Liam is already on his way in, hoping to find out whats going on.”

I watched him as he made his way into the bathroom, seconds later the water turning on. I could faintly see Harry from the corner of the mirror in the bathroom as he stripped himself of his boxers, stepping into the shower.

I let myself fall back onto the bed, immediately awake and nervous as fuck.

The London SE team hadnt bothered Harry much since his arrival in New York. Im sure there was still contact between the two, but nothing to this degree. It was all typical business, handled at the office. Liam was Harrys ‘troubleshooter’, the one who fielded all the issues before they got to him, weeding out the things Harry didn’t need to deal with. For Stephen to be contacting Liam at this hour, and with this amount of urgency, I had a feeling it wasn’t just for a friendly chat.