"Indie, love?" Harry called as he walked into the appointment, flipping through some of the envelopes in his hands. He kicked his shoes off to the side and looked up as he walked passed the island and towards the bedroom where he assumed Indie is. "Ind?"
"Hey baby," Indie smiled when she saw the brunette walk into the room. "Where'd you run off to?" She asked, setting her textbook down as she scrambled up to her knees, resting her arms loosely around his shoulders when he stopped in front of her.
"Just had to go do something at the school," he hummed, not completely lying but he surely didn't tell her the whole truth either. "What are you doing?"
"Just studying," she hummed. "Psych test tomorrow."
"Fun," he hummed sarcastically, his eyes still on the envelopes in his hands. Something in the pile caught Indie's eyes and she immediately grabbed it out of the collection.
"What's this?" She asked and fell into the bed.
"Indie," Harry groaned and reached for it again but she quickly turned to her side, avoiding his grasp. "You know it's illegal to go through others mail," he reached for it as he laid on the bed behind her, reaching around her.
"But who's going to tell?" Indie laughed, her eyes going to the return address causing her to turn onto her back, her legs resting between Harry's. "Robert and Quinn Styles?"
"Oh, it's just another invitation," he sighed and accepted it back from her. "They have this party every year to celebrate the firm. Invite all their contacts. My dad invites me every year. Thinks he can convince me that music is the wrong choice for my life."
"You haven't gone?" She asked and looked at him, pulling on the sleeves of her loose cotton sweater. "Not even once?" She leaned her head closer to his.
"When I was forced to as a teenager," he nodded. "Never with my own consent."
"They really don't support your choice, do they?" Indie asked.
"Nope, and they are going to block my trust fund if I don't do what they want," he admitted. "They did it to Gwen. They changed the fine print. My parents are kind of ridiculous if you didn't know."
"And you still want Gwen reaching out to them?" Indie questioned.
"He's her best chance," he sighed and then furrowed his eyebrows. "Wait, what do you mean still? She hasn't talked to him yet? The trial is coming up."
"You didn't know?" She frowned and sat up. "I'm sorry. I thought you knew or I would have told you sooner that she hadn't."
"Damnit," Harry groaned and got up. "Is she here?"
"At work, I think," Indie shrugged and followed him out into the hall. "Hare, hey, relax. It's going to be fine. Gwen isn't going to go to jail for skinny dipping. That's kind of ridiculous."
"There's been worse and it's another offense to some other, more serious stuff that our father made go away," he shook his head. "I just don't want her to ruin her life, Indie. She has so much potential and my parents never gave her the time of day to see it."
"She has you though," Indie assured him and squeezed his hand. "And you have me."
"You're too good to me, India Rose," Harry mumbled and cupped the sides of her face, kissing her softly. Indie's hand ran around his waist, resting on the small of his back. "What'd I do to deserve you?"
"I think you got lucky," Indie laughed as she looked at him and wrapped her arms tightly around him, resting her head against his chest. Harry immediately took her in, his hands playing with her hair.
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