Forever You - Evening the Score // Book Two

Chapter 3

When Elena had landed in London, she'd scheduled the press conference to announce her team choice for soon after.  However, both her agent, Liv, and her parents thought it would be better if she pushed it back.  Elena didn't see the point being that she'd made her choice, but Liv pointed out that making her choice so soon might make it look like she was impulsive.

And Elena was nothing if not sensible.  Especially when it came to her career.

So she moved it, not realizing how her life would have imploded in the interim. 

Harry walked into the bathroom, a pair of black slacks unbuttoned and hung low on his hips.  He set down a coffee mug on the counter before pressing a soft kiss to Elena's bare shoulder,

"You alright?"  He asked as his arms wound around her middle.

She had yet to put her clothes on, simply standing in her bra and underwear while she straightened her hair,

"Yeah.  Just...biggest decision of my career but...who's counting?"  She answered, her voice shaking just slightly.

Harry smiled, squeezing her into him just a bit,

"You're making the right decision."

Elena met his gaze in the mirror,

"Am I?"

Harry nodded, lifting his chin off her shoulder.  He raised his hand to caress down her hair,

"Never known you to do things off the cuff.  You've always weighed every decision carefully.  That's why I have such faith in you."

Elena felt her heart slam inside of her chest.  Harry released her, turning to walk into the closet.

"Y-you..."  She stumbled, "You think I always make the right decision?"

"Yeah."  Harry answered.  He emerged from the closet, pulling on a black button down shirt, "I mean...you decided on me didn't you?"

Elena couldn't help but smile.  Leave it to Harry to ease her back into reality.  She went back to straightening her hair,

"Then maybe I'm due for a real screw up."

Harry shook his head while he buttoned his shirt,

"Nah.  I think you have a winning streak going."  He leaned over to pop a kiss to her mouth, "Want some toast?"

Elena shook her head,

"No.  I'm way too nervous."

Harry shot her a look, popped another kiss to her mouth, ran a hand through his hair and shook his head,

"Nothing to be nervous about if you ask me..."  He turned to walk out of the bathroom, "I'm gonna go eat a quick breakfast.  You'll be ready by then?"

Elena nodded,

"Just gonna put on some makeup and my clothes and I'm good."

Harry frowned as he turned to walk away,

"Don't need any of that crap either."  He yelled as he walked down the hallway.

Once again, Elena couldn't help but smile. 

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Harry could feel Elena's anxiety growing as they got closer to the hotel where she was holding her press conference.  He frowned each time her phone buzzed or rang, knowing it was Liv or her parents or her brother or someone else trying to pressure her into something.  He knew she was getting more and more tense and none of this was helping.