BEAUTIFULLY UNFINISHED novel Chapter 9

EIGHT

Out of all the people that could open the door it had to be Ben. It had to be Ben while I'm with Harry. Fate is really playing with me right now.

Say something Miranda! Speak! Jesus Christ speak up!

"Ben!" I called out.

Harry moved his head to me. Ben smiled at me while he kept gazing at Harry. Oh goodness my heart. I think my heart is going to jump out of my chest. I think I'm going to collapse.

"You're still up." I add.

"I couldn't sleep. I was waiting for you."

Ben's eyes moved to Harry. "Who is he?" He asked, while pointing at Harry.

"He's a friend." I answered.

"Your little brother?" Harry asked.

"Her son. Name's Ben." Ben offered a handshake. He always does this when he knows I have suitors. He acts like he's an old man and it's cute. And well Benedict Edward Rose, Harry isn't a suitor.

"Son?" He snaps.

"You have a boy?" Harry asked.

"Yeah." I answered. I couldn't say anything else. I'm so scared of the words that will come out from my lips cos I might slip from saying anything.

Is it already the right time to tell him? That will weird him out if I'll do it now.

Harry accepts Ben's hand. It melts my heart watching this for the very first time. Ben not knowing that he's already meeting his real father and Harry doesn't know he's finally met his own son.

"Hi Ben. I'm Harry." Harry says with a smile.

I feel my tears gathering behind my eyelids but I'm trying not to let them fall. Don't cry Miranda. Don't you dare.

Ben doesn't really want me to date any other guys and I think he's thinking I'm seeing Harry. That's why he acts like this when he sees me with another man aside from Chris and Arthur. Ben pulled his hand away from Harry.

"And what's that on your head?" I asked Ben.

"This is a barbarian hat! Uncle Arthur gave it to me." Ben says so proudly.

Good thing his curly long hair was covered with that ridiculous hat.

At the same time Arthur popped out of nowhere from behind Ben. He puts his hand over Ben's shoulder and I wonder where in hell is Vivian. Art stares at Harry and Harry looks at Arthur then gazes at me. Okay this is awkward.

"See mommy? I'm Ben the barbarian!"

I smiled at Ben and Arthur laughs at his cuteness but Harry just stood there looking confused.

"This is Arthur." I gestured.

"Hi." Arthur greets.

Harry answered him with a nod.

"It was a nice night Harry. Thanks again." I tell him.

He moved his head to me. "I hope I didn't ruin anyone's night."

My brows creasing.

"It was nice to meet you and your family Miranda. Have a good night, Ben. Arthur."

I watch Harry walk back to his car and I think he thinks Arthur is my boyfriend and we live in one house with my son. Okay as far as I'm concerned, I don't care what he thinks of what he saw. And most importantly, I'm glad Ben wore a hat tonight to cover his signatured curly hair.

"Where's Vivian?" I ask Arthur as I walk inside the house.

"She went out to buy some foods for tomorrow." Arthur answers.

I nod as I close the front door.

"And you young man, you need to go to bed and sleep. You still have class tomorrow. So we need to get going back home." I say.

Ben whines. "But mom."

"Ben." I warned him.

He sighs. "Fine."

"Thanks for looking out Ben for me Art. But we need to go home now." I say.

"Where's your car?" He asked.

"It's dead. Could you call some shop to come pick it up for me? It's parked at Alfonso's."

"Sure. But first let me call a cab for you." He exits the living room.

"Thanks."

•••••

"Lunch?"

I pulled my head up and it was Chris. I smiled at him, "Hey Chris." I say.

"You look so busy. What are you looking up at the computer?"

"It's this medical mission thing."

He sits next to me and stares at the screen too. "Harry Styles, 30, the former One Direction singer, now an eligible and well-respected businessman slash music producer has now expanded his wealth to the less fortunate through charity works and his medical missions. After getting busy with his internationally known recording studio, Harry has yet again set hearts to melt by helping."

"Aside from his multi-awarded recording studio HS Label, he's also earning millions from his worldwide famous Styles Enterprises." Chris continued to read. "Wow this guy is insanely rich."

Chris looks at me. "But, really, you're googling Harry Styles?"

"No." I defended.

He arched an eyebrow.

"He offered me some medical missions he was getting busy with. He said he needed some licensed nurses. So I searched for it. Maybe I could give it a try." I say.

"Oh come on Randy. The hospital needs you." He debates.

"Im not saying I'm going to resign. And I was just googling those medical missions and charity works that Harry said. It's very giving of him."

Chris continues to read down the page that I opened. "Wow this guy owns a lot of money. I wonder how he spends his wealth. Maybe he could open a hospital with a huge amount of salary."

I smile. "How about lunch? I'm starving."

He brings his hand together and stand from his seat. "Fantastic!"

We went out to have lunch together at our usual spot which was just located near the hospital. It was just a walking distance and the foods in here were amazing too.

"Miranda, haven't you thought about getting into a relationship?" He asks.

I really don't know how to answer when people bring this topic.

I already fucked him seven years ago and I don't remember how it felt cos I was too drunk to remember.

"Will you stop annoying me with questions regarding about Harry? He's not related to me and you're only making things up inside your head."

"But--"

"Stop. Please." I cut her off.

I grabbed my bag and hang it over my shoulder. "I'm going to pick my son up from school, now go get to work. Your shift has started."

I marched my way out of the pantry and waited for a cab. My car is still at the shop and they said the engine needs to be fixed full time so I think I'll be wasting my money this week for bus and cabs.

The following days, a sadden news came to the hospital when I arrived, I was one of the staff that was on the list that will be laid off. At the same time my contract for this hospital is already ending in a week when Lettie didn't open it up I wouldn't realize it. Then reality hit me, I need to get a new job. The salary in this hospital isn't enough to support me and Ben plus I have so many debts that I need to pay before the due.

"So you're resigning?" Lettie asked.

"I think. Yeah." I say.

"And they're laying-off some nurses because they're having problems with paying the salary too, so why stick here when I'm one of the people that got laid off." I add.

"But it's temporarily."

I sigh. "That'll lead to permanent. The salary is the problem here. This hospital is so busy and it doesn't pay off the right amount I need."

Lettie nods.

"Plus, it's pretty unfair around here. Nurse Mara quickly upgraded, she's already a head nurse at the O.R in a year and I'm still a nurse at station two when to think I'm more experienced than her." I added.

"I know she had something to do with me getting laid off." I spit.

"That's cos she slept with Doctor Hanson. And you know he owns this hospital." Lettie blurted.

"I wouldn't use my body to get a higher position." I commented.

Nights pass by and I have been contemplating, I should call him. I've been staring at Harry's calling card number and a part of me wants to.... Call him? For what reason would you want to call him, Miranda? You need to have a reason why you'll call him.

I sigh inwardly. I need a job.

I stare at my phone that was just right in front of me. Ben was already sleeping inside his room and I'm still wide awake because I'm thinking of Harry. I don't know what has gotten into me that I want to call him, what do I want from him now? I've been thinking he could help me get a job.

He can't help you find a job. He's a businessman. He doesn't own hospitals. I thought.

I grabbed my phone. The line blinks on the space, while I gather my thoughts. I typed in his number and started typing my message .

Me: Hi. Is this Mr. Harry Styles' number?

I patiently waited for Harry to reply and I was in hopes. My phone lighted up and I quickly opened.

077 459 673 59: unfortunately no. This his secretary's. May I know who this is please?

Me: Oh sorry if I texted you. This was the number that was on his calling card that he gave me. I'm Miranda.

077 459 673 59: Mr. Styles doesn't give out his personal number so he used the office's mobile number for the calling card which is basically on my desk. I hope this is work related.

I rolled my eyes at my phone. From the way this person is texting me, I'm certainly sure it's a woman. He obviously doesn't want me to text with Harry.

Me: Oh. Could you tell Harry I texted you? It's important. Thanks.

This is for Ben.

I badly need work even it means working with the father to my son.