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Part 16

Charlie's POV

The next day I spent most of the morning in the hotel room by myself while Harry went to the gym then did some last minute touches at the gallery. Around lunch time I got bored so I just got dressed and went out to get some food then stopped by the gallery to bring him some. He was supposed to come back to eat with me, but he texted me saying that he was going to be a little longer than he thought so I thought I would just bring lunch to him.

The whole gallery had changed a lot since yesterday and all of the paintings were finally up but there was still a curtain over the final piece which he was apparently going to reveal later tonight at the opening. Everything looked fit for a cocktail party and the atmosphere was already amazing so I couldn't imagine what it would be like during the actual party with the lights shining on each piece.

"Charlie? What are you doing here?"

I looked over and smiled softly when I saw Harry walking over with some paint on his hands and a little bit on his face as well.

"I brought you some food. Why are you covered in paint?" I asked.

"Oh, one of the interns messed up one of the canvases so I had to fix it. That's why I had to stay. Thank you for bringing food though. I'm starving." He said as he took the food and immediately started to eat it as he went over to the curators desk to have a place to sit.

"I figured you would be too busy to eat and I didn't want you to get sick later." I said as I followed him over and sat on the desk. "This place works great by the way."

"Thanks. It turned out just how I wanted it." He smiled. "I might be here a little too late to go back and get dressed so would you be willing to bring my suit here an hour before the opening?" He asked.

"Of course." I smile softly. "You should really clean up that paint though. I'll find something to get it off."

I got off the desk then walked over to the bathroom to get a wet paper towel with soap and another without so I could clean the soap off. I walked back over to Harry and stood in front of him, having him look up at me as I started to gently wash the paint from his face. I was so focused on what I was doing that I didn't see his hands reach out to grab my legs, letting out a small squeak of surprise as he suddenly pulled me onto his lap so I was straddling him. My cheeks flush from the position we found ourselves in.

"What are you doing?" I asked, trying to hide my nerves but my voice shook a little.

"Nothing." He smiled sweetly, but his actions were anything but sweet. He leaned in closer and my breath caught in my throat as he placed a soft kiss right on my sweet spot which only he had ever been allowed to find. My heart rate picked up and I found myself gripping onto his shoulders as he gently nipped on the skin, but thankfully I managed to find the will power to push him back.

"I can't... I have to go. I'll bring your suit." I said as I got up then left before he could say anything.

Harry's POV

"Charlie, wait." I said, but of course she ignored me and left the building.

A deep sigh fell from my lips as I put my head in my hands and rubbed my face. I knew it was a bad idea to do that but I couldn't help myself. She was just being so sweet and adorable that I couldn't help but pull her in and kiss her sun kissed skin. I thought we were making progress but it was obvious that she was still afraid of trusting me like that again and it killed me knowing that it was my own damn fault that she was like this.

I ended up only eating half the food she brought before giving the rest to the intern who had been sick since the accident happened with the painting despite how much I assured her that it was okay. She thankfully ate and I went back to work finishing up the mistake she made. They were lucky that they had my paints at a shop in town otherwise I would have had to scrap the piece all together.