H. P. O. V.

"You okay?"

I could answer with a lie. It's so much easier. Less words too.

I could suck it up and answer with the truth and tell them what they already know... I'm not okay. Far from it.

"Yeah, i'm fine," a lie it is then.

Niall looks at me sympathetically and pats my shoulder, "I know Javier meant a lot to you but at least he went quickly, you know?"

I shrug. It doesn't matter how Javier died. It only matters that he did. The man was fifty, much too young to be gone. He ate like a rabbit and ran every morning. He was healthy and thriving. Now he's lying in a coffin.... But it's okay because he went quickly...like that fucking matters.

"Mary says the flowers have been ordered and the family has been notified. Everything's set mate." Niall says checking his email, his fingers still pressing down on my limb.

"Okay," I breathe out.

"Does Mia know?"

Mia. My little Mia. Javier's only daughter, the reason he got his shit together and stopped using. I haven't seen the kid in two years. She had gone off to school, 'to find herself' she said.

She was a cute, chubby teenager when she left. She's twenty now and has to come home to no family besides me.

I nod gathering the papers scattered on the desk in my hand, "Called her myself. She took it well."

"Really? Sensitive Mia took the death of her daddy well?"

"Yup."

"Wow,"Niall mumbles moving back so that I could stand, "I guess chubby monkey has grown up in the last two years."

"Don't call her that," Niall only calls her that because he doesn't know her. Because he had heard Javier call her monkey and he stupidly thought that meant it was okay for him to add the chubby to it. My Mia would not like that. I know because I actually know her. Or I used too.

Niall snickers shaking his head, "The girl is still your only weakness I see." His hand lands on my shoulder again. He pats me smiling, "I can't believe Mr. ruthless, hard ass has a weakness."

She had been the soft spot in my heart. She was always this quiet child who grew up polite and caring just like her dad. She was just as in love with Javier as he was with her. I used to take care of her while I was interning for Javier. He'd bring her with him and I'd play with her while he was working and I had finished the unimportant paperwork.

I was her best buddy and she was my Mia.

Niall doesn't need to know that. He wouldn't understand it and I'm not in the mood to explain it. I fix the front of my suit jacket with a tired sigh and walk out of my office ignoring his question and knowing eyes.
Idiot.
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"Why don't you ever take me to your room," Kelly whines through her panting. She flops besides me and immediately drapes her arm over my stomach. "We've made love in every room besides yours and the kids."

"Mia's room is locked," I remind her with a roll of my eyes. My refusal to even let her see it has only intensified her curiosity. I'm not even sure why she wants to see it. Or why Kelly calls Mia 'kid'. Either way, I'd never take her in there anyway. Mia would never speak to me again. I won't risk that. "And you know my room is off limits."

"Even for me?" Especially for her. She bats her eyelashes. "Baby we've been at this for weeks. Don't you think you're ready to show me your space?"

I smash my lips to hers. I don't want to answer her obvious questions and I don't want to end the night with a fight. I don't have the energy to deal with it.

She complies eagerly her body getting ready for another round.

"Oh, Harry!" She moans as I enter her swiftly with no warning. "Yes baby, yes!"

I pound into her, letting all of my frustrations out, not caring whether I'm hurting her or not. It only lasts for a few more minuets and I am neither embarrassed nor ashamed. I untangle myself from her and move to the side furthest from her on the bed.

Kelly takes my hint and stays put on her side. She snuggles closer to the sheets and sighs with content as her eyes close and she drifts off. As soon as she's out I slide on my sweats and gather my belongings.
I walk to my room closing and locking the door behind me. I don't need Kelly coming in trying to find me. I can only handle her for so long at a time. After a quick shower I lay on my bed with a heavy sigh and close my eyes whilst my mind overthinks.

How am I supposed to comfort Mia after not seeing her for so long? How do I make her feel comfortable and safe somewhere she clearly didn't want to be that she left for so long and is only coming back because of the circumstances?

Apart from that I also have questions of my own. Questions that deserve answers.

I want to know why she didn't like it here. If it was me. If I was the only one who felt our connection, if she even knew it was there.

The rapid, hard knocking on my door has my eyes snapping open, and my lips ready to yell at Kelly to go home, that I am no longer in need of her company, when Jeffery (one of four security men) says, "Sir... we've had a breakin."

I scramble off my bed, my mind thinking of Mia until I remember she won't be back for a few more days. I open the door and find a tired, anxious Jeffery.

"I'm sorry for the disturbance, sir," he wrings his hands around looking at them. "This is a rather unusual situation..."

"Unusual? Why?" Surely they've caught the person and are just checking up with me. "You have caught the intruder, yes?"

"Yes, of course sir but, you see...well--"

"Well what Jeffery? Come on, out with it." I snap unintentionally.

"She swears she's Ms. Mia, sir."

My eyes snap to his, my head swimming with confusion, "What?" That can't be. They all know what Mia looks like. "If you can't recognize her then surely you know she's lying."

"Yes, however, she had this," he holds up Mia's driver license. I take it from his fingers, my heart dropping into my stomach as I take in Mia's round face smiling. "We've called the authorities. They say to hold her until they can question her."

"And she swears she's Mia?"

He nods vigorously, "Yes, she knew vital information, she knew things only Ms. Mia would know. We don't know what to think of it yet."

"Take me to her," I demand already stepping out of my room.

"I have to advise against it sir. She could be dangerous--"

"I don't care," I interrupt him.

He nods again and against both of our better judgment he leads me to where they are holding the imposter. The only one who may know where my Mia is. My heart only sinks further. My mind begins to chant, 'Please be okay. Please.'

As we get closer to the kitchen I can hear frustrated arguing. "Lance, it's me--"

"Mam, I'd advise you to keep quiet."

"Lance, holy shit, it's me! Mia."

The girl has her back facing me, giving me the perfect view of her round ass, her legs are thin and toned covered in skin tight jeans. She has a tiny waist, ready to be grabbed hips, and what looks like soft, long black hair. If this girl wasn't intruding, if she wasn't claiming to be someone she obviously isn't, I know I would've brought her to my room.

There is no way this girl is my Mia. My Mia is round and slightly shorter. She had short hair the last time I saw her and she never wore jeans so tight. She would definitely not be wearing a sweater that shows her stomach.

I knew my Mia and this wasn't her. Not even close.

This girl was the total opposite of Mia. This girl was my type. This girl was gorgeous from behind and I wanted to see the front now.

I clear my throat announcing my presence. She turns and brown eyes meet green. Her's go wide and mine seem to see blotches for a quick second, stopping me from seeing her face clearly.

She smiles gently dodging Lance's hand as she moves to hug me. Her arms go around my shoulders and I smell a familiar perfume from her neck. My arms move all on their own. They wrap around her lower back and push her tighter against my front. This girl feels soft and warm.

This girl feels good.

She snuggles closer, nuzzling her face against my neck, "I've missed you terribly, H."

"Mia?" She chuckles against me softly and sighs. Not answering my important question. "Who are you?" I ask what everyone in this room has already asked. She pulls away from me and looks up at me. She has Mia's eyes and her features and yet this could very well be someone else.

She looks so much like Mia and yet she doesn't all at the same time. "Mia?" I wonder out loud again.

She huffs and rolls her's eyes, "Who else would it be Harry?"

A lot of other people. Except they're all not this hot, and claiming to be someone I'm supposed to see as a sister. However judging by the thoughts that are going straight to my dïck I'm going to say it's safe that the sister boat has sailed off...

If this turns out to be Mia I'm incredibly screwed.

Notes

one last hoorah Xx
~C.