Chapter 8

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Harry woke up the next morning in a bed that wasn't his. This wasn't the first time that this had happened but it was the first time he didn't feel the need to rush out the door. In fact nothing had even really happened between them besides some light kissing. Harry was quickly learning that Severus was definitely old fashioned, and the man seemed to be courting him. Anyone else would have jumped his bones by now, but last night Severus had even slept in the guestroom and gave Harry his bed. The only thing that was bothering him was that they hadn't really talked about his career as an escort, it was as if Severus was choosing to ignore that little fact about him. Which didn't really bode well with him but he chose to ignore it until he was actually sure that it was an issue between them.

He propped himself up onto the pillows to take in his surroundings. Severus' room had bookcases much like the rest of the house, but these seemed to be books that the man read for pleasure. There was a desk in the corner with a small laptop on it a leather desk chair. The room itself was decorated in a warm green and black. There was a large window that had a view of the city, and there was a door to an ensuite bathroom in the wall close to the window. Unlike the rest of the house you could tell that Severus' actually held a presence here. There was a hamper in the corner next to the closet doors that he could see the man's pajama's and clothes from the night before tossed in it. There were papers strewn across the desk and a dog eared book on the night stand with a pair of reading glasses. It was nice to see bits and pieces of the man's life around the room.

"I thought I'd find you here," Draco said pushing the door open, causing Harry to topple out of bed.

"What the fuck, Malfoy?" Harry groaned from the floor.

"You didn't call me back last night. I was under the impression that we had plans," Draco said crawling across the bed to peer down at him.

"What about Severus? I thought you didn't want him to know we knew each other?" Harry said in an attempt to sound cross.

"He's out with father, they always do brunch on Sundays," he left you a note and everything Draco said pulling the slip of paper out of his back pocket. "Anyways, it's not often I find someone in my godfather's bed. What occurred in here or do I not want to know?"

"Nothing," Harry insisted. "He did even sleep in here, he slept in the guestroom."

"Bummer," Draco said dryly.

"How did you even get in here?"

"I'm his godson, it's a perk," Draco mused examining his nails.

"You're an ass," Harry grumbled crawling back into bed.

"What do you think you're doing? Get out of bed and get in the shower," Draco insisted.

"I shant," Harry said petulantly, burrowing himself into the blankets. "I intend to have a lie in."

"You're such a bore, get in the shower, Potter."

"Why?"

"I have breakfast downstairs and I'm bored. I need entertainment."

"What if your Severus comes home and finds us?"

"Then it's kismet," Draco called over his shoulder. "Shower!"

Harry begrudgingly climbed out of bed and made his way to the shower. He didn't even have clean clothes with him. He decided that he would try to find something of Severus' to borrow. In the end he found a pair of black sweatpants with the words oxford down the side and a plain black tshirt. It wasn't exactly couture, but it would have to do for now. He just hoped that Severus wouldn't mind that he borrowed them. He showered as quickly as he could out of fear that Draco would barge in again demanding that he hurry. Draco was one of his best friends but was a right pain in the arse when he wanted to be and he definitely knew how to push all of his buttons.

He padded down the stairs and into the kitchen to be immediately accosted by Draco for what he was wearing. Draco immediately declared that they would just have to go out and buy him something to wear because he refused to step foot into Camden that early in the day.

"Draco, I don't recall agreeing to anything more than breakfast," he replied quickly. "Besides, I don't want to take off before Severus gets back."

"You are a bore," Draco huffed.

"I'd like to think being an escort brings some level of interest with it."

"Not to another escort. Especially one that is so much better at it than you are," Draco smirked in reply.

"You're a git."

"You've been hanging out with Weasley too much," Draco retorted, pouring himself a glass of orange juice.

"Ahem," they heard from the doorway behind them.

"Uncle Sev," Draco choked on his orange juice.

"Just getting to know each other are we?" Severus asked crossing his arms.

"I thought you were at brunch with father."

"I left early. I had a guest," Severus said motioning towards Harry.

"Right, then I'll leave you to it," Draco smiled and headed for the door as quickly as possible.

Severus didn't really question Draco's presence, but it made Harry wonder if it was just because he knew Draco or because he had a suspicion he wasn't sure enough to vocalize. The man stood in the doorway a moment watching him chew on a strip of bacon before disappearing up the stairs. Harry just kind of shrugged to himself and continued eating. A few moments later, he poured himself a cup of coffee and sat down in the chair across the table from Harry. He just continued to pick at the food that was in front of him trying to ignore the fact that Severus had just caught him and Draco interacting in his kitchen. Draco was so stupid he was the one that made him swear that he wouldn't make the connection between the two, but here he had come waltzing through the door, he just couldn't help himself.

He was quickly learning that he didn't like the pensive silence that seemed to radiate off of Severus at the moment, it made him squirm in his seat. He finally decided that he would just come clean, not about the fact that Draco was an escort, but about the fact that they were basically best friends and they had a brief thing that hadn't worked out because well Draco, was Draco. That would clear things up and he didn't like having to hide it from Severus. Severus knew his biggest secret but here he was hiding a dinky thing like this, and if he remembered correctly Draco didn't mind the connection being drawn between the two just not his career choice coming into the light. He finally took a deep breath and mentally slapped himself for making this more of a big deal than it actually happened to be.

"We're friends," Harry said quietly. "I think it would be fair to say best friends."

"I deduced that much on my own," Severus said with a light smile which made Harry's shoulders sag in relief.

"You should know you have this way about you," Harry said with a small grin. "This way that you can make people squirm in their seat."

"I do tend to have such an impression on people, but I do not wish to hold it over you," Severus said sincerely. "By the way nice choice of wardrobe."

"Thanks," Harry choked. "I didn't have anything to wear and well Draco, I'm assume you know how Draco can be."

"My godson is rather persistent, but he knows what he wants and he usually finds the means of getting what he wants," Severus nodded.

"Pretty much," Harry agreed pushing the rest of the food away.

"Do you have…" Severus paused then finally asked. "work today?"

"Oh, um no, not unless my manager calls with something," Harry shrugged. "Why?"

"I thought we might spent the rest of the day together."

"What shall we do?" Harry asked surprised.

"Perhaps, you could show me your flat?" Severus said carefully.

"Oh yeah of course," Harry grinned. "It's a bit of a mess from the last time Draco was there."

"I do not even know where you live," Severus finally admitted.

"Camden," Harry shrugged when Severus arched an eyebrow at his answer.

Harry was sort of relieved to be going home, mostly because he wanted to change. He also found himself incredibly nervous that Severus was going to be seeing his flat. Besides the fact that his flat was incredibly messy it was also nothing like Severus' house and he found himself worrying if the man would like it or not. He would obviously like it if the man wanted to spend time at his place too, but something told him it didn't matter whether the man liked his flat or not they would still be spending the majority of their time at his place. Severus just kind of had that sort of unknowing power over situations that he had yet to put any input into vocally. Harry loved the impression that Severus cast upon people by simply walking into the room but he was also realizing how much this was beginning to impact him. Not necessarily in a negative way but it was beginning to impact him and he wanted to get a handle on it.

Something about Severus took away all the confidence he had while escorting, you had to be really confident to be as good as he was. Severus made him feel like he was experiencing his first crush all over again, he was nervous and unsure of himself. It also showed the degree of separation that existed between Thomas and Harry. They were the same person but also two entirely different people that existed within the same person's body. He had always separated work from play, and Severus had brought about the realization that maybe separating the two extended beyond two different mobiles and separate sides of the closet for Harry and Thomas. The line between their personalities was also becoming more and more obvious. The more he thought about it the crazier he felt.

As Severus followed him up the stairs to his flat he swallowed hard and found himself hesitating to unlock the door.

"It's nothing like your place," Harry offered up before putting the key in the lock. "But it is home."

"Home is where you make it," Severus smiled lightly.

After Harry had let them in he excused himself to go and change his clothes. He thought to maybe give Severus' clothes back to him but finally decided it might be more polite to wash them beforehand. He tossed them on the bed before heading back out to the living room where Severus was waiting on him. The man was standing in front of his small bookcase when he came back out, he remembered the man's book on the coffee table and quickly stuffed it under the couch cushion. Chances were he had already seen it but it did send them impression that he was a weird stalker or something. Trying to avoid a potentially awkward moment he headed for the kitchen to put on water for tea. He also took the time to tidy up a little bit.

"You like to read," Severus said as more of a statement than a question when he finally followed Harry into the kitchen.

"Yeah, it's one of my favorite things. My collection isn't quite as extensive as yours though," he shrugged pulling two mugs out of the cupboard.

"It is still a nice trait to have," Severus replied taking one of the mugs from him.

"Yeah, it's nice to get lost in a good book," Harry smiled as one of his work phone started to ring. "Hello?" he said mouthing the words to 'I'm sorry' to Severus.

"I have a job for you, love," Max started, skipping the pleasantries.

"I'm a bit busy at the moment," Harry sighed into the phone.

"This one asked specifically for you, he said he'll pay double your normal rate."

"When?" Harry asked.

"Two hours from now. At the Hilton, the one on Praed Street," Max rattled off the info.

"I can't," Harry stopped himself. "I'm busy, find someone else."

After Harry hung up he noticed that Severus was staring at him funnily. He had momentarily forgotten that he was sitting in the same room with him. It's not that he didn't want the job it was that he wanted to spend time with Severus more. Without saying a word he just shrugged at Severus' knowing look and just leaned in to kiss him instead. This was the kind of kiss that he hoped would make his intentions clear to the man. He'd never given up a job for anyone before and he found himself wanting to send the message that the man had come before his job, the job that he loved more than anything else. Well, anything else except maybe Severus, there was still a lot to figure out. They had only known each other for a few weeks and he didn't want to freak the man out by getting ahead of himself. He knew that love came in short or long periods of times but he also knew that when you knew you just did. He also knew that just because you love someone doesn't mean they have to love you back.

A/N: I hope you like this. I'm sorry there's a lot of dialogue, because personally I'm not a huge fan of it. Haha. Thanks for all the lovely reviews and to everyone who has followed so far.