#harry.verse

Harry looked over at the clock for what felt like the thousandth time. It had been exactly one whole year since he had been face to face with his ex wife, a person whom he’d never thought he’d be without. From the second they saw the other it was like a race to see how fast they could fall for eachother and who would cave first. Harry knew for sure when they had been shopping for ice cream, the way she had giggled and acted so cute when he teased her to make up her mind which flavor she wanted or else he was going to buy out the lot. The words “I love you...” had rolled so easily off his lips and he would never forget the look in her eyes when he’d said them and she’d said them back. But that was six years ago when they were barely legal and naive. Having children was something Harry had always pictures himself doing at some point, but never as early as they did. Their first, Ryan, wasn’t planned at all. They both had to give up their dreams and move back close to Ave’s parents in an attempt to build a life worthy of raising children. The second child, Nix, had been planned in a last stitch effort to save their marriage. Dumb idea. All that did was add more stress and push them even farther apart. Harry would also remember the moment Ave had told him she couldn’t stand him anymore and kicked him out, leaving him no choice but to move back to England in order to afford survival. He’d seen the kids when he was allowed, which was hardly at all and only at the aid of Ave’s brother. He’d convinced her to bring the kids to England for Christmas and he knew he couldn’t screw this up. He wanted partial custody - he wanted his kids back. A wide smile appeared on Harry’s face the second he saw the three familiar bodies walking through the airport, Ryan and Nix running up to him with mirroring grins on their little faces. “Hi my loves.” He pulled off his beanie and hugged them close, taking in their scents and wishing he didn’t have to ever let go. “I missed you so much.” His eyes rose to Ave next, his heart jumping in his chest exactly like it had all those years ago. “Hey. Good to see you.”

What had he just agreed to? It was easy to get enticed by the idea of some older, attractive, and richer than God man paying for everything he needed when he was barely able to afford more than one meal a day. He had agreed to meet with this bloke so easily - without a second thought to what could happen, or what any of this meant. He wasn’t going to get money for free. He had to do things. But it’s just that...well, Harry was a waiter at night and worked at a small bakery during the day, stealing what bits off food he could to avoid spending too much on groceries. Uni was expensive, but he wanted to make it out of his small town, be the first one in his family to get a degree, to make something of himself. He had promised his mum he would do that, whatever it took. Harry knew he was a good looking guy. He’d always been someone both men and women lusted over without having to put forth much effort - or any, really. He hoped Louis thought so too. Harry narrowed his eyes as he walked into the cafe, scanning the crowd in search for a man who resembled the person in the photo he had been sent. He was even more attractive in person and he even looked super expensive. Harry readjusted his snapback before making his way through the tables to take a seat across from hopefully his new source of income. “Hi. You’re Louis I hope. ‘m Harry.” He said with a dimpled grin while reaching out for a handshake. He didn’t know if that was necessary, but oh well. He had no idea how things like this were supposed to work.

Harry had finally decided to take the plunge and go off to uni on his own, saving up to afford a room to himself because he wasn’t sure he could deal with a roommate. What if they ended up hating eachother? Or his roomie was messy? Harry just couldn’t deal with those odds. He would just have to make friends another way. “Hmm...” He said tapping his fingers lightly against the keyboard without pressing down on any keys just yet. He needed a name for his newly set up wifi since ‘Lucky Horse’ although lovely, wasn’t working for him. He smiled when it hit him, quickly moving his fingers to type in ‘I'm Harry in 109 come say hi’. Wow, he was way too proud of that. Everyone in the building trying to connect to wifi would see it, and maybe this way he could meet friends without much effort.

Harry was extremely nervous as he sat on the end of the bed waiting for his fiance to come home. This was one of those situations where he thought he knew how Tavin would react, but there was always that small sliver of doubt that would riddle Harry with nerves. He had noticed how Tavin stared at his pictures, the new ones from his latest magazine shoot. There were a few in particular that the older couldn’t keep his eyes off of and Harry thought he knew why. The collar. It was more than a fashion choice, but actually something he had always wanted to try in the bedroom - and apparently Harry wasn’t the only one who seemed interested. He fastened it on carefully, securing the black leather in it’s place around his neck, only bothering to dress in a simple pair of black boxers this evening. They matched, and it was an effective ensemble.

The club didn’t help to calm his nerves either since he was getting a lot more attention than expected. He had hoped to have a few drinks by himself and observe long enough to say that yes, he had been there and done it. Was his makeover really that good? “Ehm - ‘m good, thanks. I can’t dance to save my life.” Harry tried to tell the stranger hanging over him smelling of stale cigarettes and beer, having absolutely no interest in dancing with this bloke.

Harry stood in the living room waiting for his girlfriend to make her appearance from the back of the house. He had been with Elyse now for over a year and he knew she greatly struggled with how the fans and media treated her despite trying her best to act like she could handle all of it. They were do to appear at a red carpet event in less than an hour, but he had feared the amount of time it was taking Elyse to get ready meant she may be apprehensive about attending. “Babe?” He called down the hallway, his freshly dried curls hanging almost in ringlets around his face, “Everythin’ alright?”

“Hey babe!” Harry called out as soon as he walked in the door, something he always did out of habit. He and Ave had been married now for quite some time, so it was normal to fall into a routine of sorts. However, lately it had felt a little different. Ave was constantly losing her patience with him over small things and his normal level of spoiling her seemed to go ignored and unappreciated. He wasn’t perfect himself, but Harry tried his best to be the perfect husband and father to the utmost of his abilities and tonight he was hoping they could enjoy a rare night alone together after dropping the kids off at their grandparent’s place. 

Harry glanced at his phone as soon as he relaxed down onto Gemma’s couch. It was funny...how the band was finally on a break - and yet...the torture and distance between Harry and his boyfriend was even worse. It was like instead of having the time together they needed and wanted more than anything, it was a push into overdrive to cover up the truth. Or better worded - bury it completely. Louis was allegedly due to have a baby soon and was also “dating” a famous television star while Harry was apparently dating his long time friend, Kendall Jenner. This wasn’t the first time Kendall had been pushed towards Harry as a PR stunt, but at least they actually cared about eachother enough to tolerate the time spent together. Louis had been upset about the yacht pictures despite knowing they were staged...he said he wasn’t, but Harry knew better. The feelings were mutual though since the younger didn’t much enjoy seeing his boyfriend kiss all over someone else all over the internet either. This whole thing was frustrating and total bullshit and all he could think of was at least they could hide out at Gemma’s while Louis was supposed to be in the US. If he would ever actually show up.