#p:harry

Draco est perturbé, partagé entre l’envie d’aller chez Potter et celle de fuir. Evidemment, il a gardé sous silence la raison de son absence au sein du manoir Malfoy cette après-midi, hochant vaguement de la tête si on lui demandait s’il allait rejoindre Nott et Flint. Quelque part, il se dit que sa mère n’y verrait pas d’inconvénients, il l’a déjà surprise plusieurs fois à regretter le manque de conversation entre Andromeda et elle pour, justement, voir cet enfant. Mais quelque chose l’empêche d’en dire plus et c’est presque honteux qu’il passe les grilles du manoir pour pouvoir transplanner. Avec un léger bruit, Draco arrive dans une ruelle où il s’est dit qu’il serait préférable d’apparaître, et prend ensuite la direction de l’appartement où réside Harry. Un sourire étire légèrement ses lèvres alors qu’il s’approche de la porte, une partie de lui plutôt impatiente sur ce qu’il l’attend, et il frappe légèrement. Il n’a pas besoin de montre pour savoir qu’il est 15h30 pile, puisque Potter lui a donné un horaire entre les deux heures, il a décidé de venir pile entre. Son regard glacial posé sur la porte, il ne peut s’empêcher de hausser légèrement un sourcil par surprise lorsqu’il voit cette dernière s’ouvrir et il remonte ses yeux pour les poser sur le visage de Potter. Un silence s’installe légèrement entre eux avant que Draco ne se redresse davantage, ne faisant qu’accentuer la posture de son dos déjà bien droite, et il racle légèrement sa gorge. “Potter.” Une simple salutation, lancé de sa voix traînante habituelle, alors qu’il se force un passage à l’intérieur de l’appartement sans attendre d’y être potentiellement invité. “Où est-il?”, il demande plus bas cette fois en regardant l’appartement, le sondant rapidement de son regard en se rendant compte que Teddy n’est pas dans l’une des pièces qu’il voit.

making sure freddie was strapped safely in his car seat, louis let out a soft sigh. he could honestly do without having to face the past few years of failed friendship. he knew it was going to be a long afternoon and he’d almost considered finding a sitter for freddie. but no one was fit to look after his boy in louis’ eyes. he drove to his former best mate’s house and beeped the horn to let him know that he’d arrived. it wasn’t that he didn’t like harry. he did like him, he valued their friendship. but he also valued his career and as time went by it became harder and harder for him to deal with the rumours and pressure. it was either leave one direction or distance himself from harry styles. he made his choice and the consequences were something he faced every day on tour. he lost an amazing friendship and hurt one of the people he cared about most.

Tony leaned back in his chair--not the worst thing he’d ever seen at one of these conferences (at least they were cushioned and not plastic--he’d seen that before too)--but he also knew he could do better--they all could. You stuck a bunch of scientific geniuses into a room, and you’d certainly see the wheel reinvented: starting with the cheap, broken wheels on the bottom of the chair that were keeping him from rolling closer to the table. Instead, he loosely crossed his legs and folded his hands behind his head as he watched an older CEO--sixty-something if Tony had to guess--lecture them all about his up and coming mail delivery system: it’d put an industry out of work and had to use enough fossil fuels to populate a dinosaur zoo while he was at it. Hard pass. 

It was a conference Tony went to annually--one of the few Pepper didn’t have to schedule with him kicking and screaming. Ever since Tony had actually been able to attend at eighteen (they’d had something against “child geniuses” he supposed because he’d had to sneak in the years before) and he’d met Maya Hansen after a panel on the need for energy beyond nuclear, he’d begun to string together a future that didn’t look so terribly dismal. At these conferences, he was able to look beyond his own company and spot alliances that could change how the planet functioned--one clean company, after all, could only do so much, but a world of clean companies? Well, that’d make more than a dent. Scientists from all walks of life, all disciplines coming together might actually fix some things. 

Not everyone, however, was on the same page. As the guy in front of him droned on, Tony reached for his phone and replied to a few messages under the table. He scanned the room as he did, reading the nametags and company sponsors. He’d heard of all of them, of course--he had to in this line of work; know thy friend and enemy and all that--and while some were already allies and trusted companies, others came as more of a shock. Well, if Tony was still capable of being shocked, that is. Oscorp, for one thing, was certainly not on Tony’s “friend” radar; knowing Peter and knowing the stories that had come leaking from under (very tightly locked, it seemed) closed doors, Tony couldn’t help but have his suspicions. Human experimentation was nothing to joke about--if it was true. But then, the CEO didn’t look like he was doing a whole lot of joking anyway. 

Younger than anyone else in the room, Harry Osborn sat across the table from Tony, looking hardly like the polished kid Tony had seen in magazines. And didn’t he know oh so well how that felt? Too young and too strung out, a whole company in your hands--lives in your hands--before you even had a grasp on your own. Tony didn’t envy the kid; Tony hardly made it out onto the other side himself, almost hadn’t far too many times. If this kid was anything like Tony was, then Oscorp was a tragedy waiting to happen--if it wasn’t already.

Crystal chuckled to herself after she set all the details with Harry getting up from her bed to put on some clothes for their little shopping trip. She didn’t really need new underwear but once mentioned she couldn’t pass up on the opportunity to work him up and continue their little teasing and flirting they’d been doing ever since they met. She was glad that he was in it to have some fun, like she was, because right now she needed just that - someone to have fun with, to keep things light instead of drama she had before she came to Royal. Cry didn’t need a label to put on them, they were friends who love to flirt and have sex occasionally, that’s not bad in her book.

Pulling up in front of his house, she smirked to herself remembering the last time she was there, the fun time they shared together. Crystal sent him a quick message to let him now she arrived leaning back against her seat as she waited for the curly haired one to come out. She was determined to make this trip a torture for Harry, to pick out the most, yet not enough, revealing outfits to try on just to see his reaction. Once she spotted him walking toward her car, she smiled at him ready for the day ahead of them.