Time for the final part! This is actually my favourite part! It’s more fluffy than the other parts and I can’t leave the characters alone for too long so I’m sure we’ll dip in to the universe in the future again! I hope you like it - thank you for all the lovely comments I’ve had since starting it x
“Harry?” You speak down the phone after arriving in the office. It’s like a blizzard outside, raining and windy, and the last thing you need is your phone ringing when you’ve barely taken your coat off. You have his spilt hot coffee over your hand, and your clothes underneath are wet from the rain too; not quite the same weather as New York just last week. Harry had let you take Thursday and Friday off as a thank you for working the previous weekend so you’d spent the past four days with your phone switched off and holed up in your flat with takeaways and movies in between sleeping off the jet lag.
Your flat mate had flittered in and out in between seeing her boyfriend and she spent most of her time at the weekends with him now, which you were more than happy to see her do (and it gave you the flat to yourself), and you hoped you might have the same soon, if Harry would only make up his mind about whether he wanted something serious or not. You understand he has more to think about than most men his age, with his four year old son in the picture, and being the number one priority in his life, obviously, but you’ve decisions to make yourself. On the screen of your laptop is a draft contract from one of Harry’s rivals sitting in your emails, all you have to do is read through, get back to them with any adjustments, sign it, and you’d be free to sleep with Harry without fear of anybody finding out and frowning upon it.
Shit, it did sound sordid when you put it like that. Sleep with him? Be his assistant-with-benefits?
“Hey…” he sounds breathless, as if he’s running late. “Listen, I wouldn’t ask yeh if I didn’t need to bu’ I need a favour from yeh?”
You sigh, placing the coffee on the desk and pulling your hair away from your neck, the phone safely nooked between your shoulder and ear as you did so, and tried to do open up the place as he speaks. “What is it?”
Side note, I had breakfast yesterday at The Elephant House coffee shop where JKR wrote books 1-3 and it was amazing. V friendly staff and the whole shop was full of fans young and old from all over the world. I didn’t get a picture of the bathrooms, but srsly google Elephant House Bathroom Graffiti it is fucking insane. They’ve sort of just adopted it as part of their signature now so it’s just sort of amazing at this point.
My tip though: if you’re gonna go, get there early in the day and dine in. We got there at about 9:45ish and as soon as we ordered and got settled a whole flood of people came in and the line was out the door. The atmosphere and cakes are totally worth it though.
“Best bathroom ever. Josef Frank elephant wallpaper at design store @svenskttenn.”-@hanyayanagihara. #travelerinstockholm #interiordesign #shopherenow #svenskttenn #joseffrank #elephants (at Nyöppnandet Av Svenskttenn)