To say Jay wasn't feeling the festival was an understatement of the year. He was supposed to compete and even play some games to show he was the best but he wasn't in the mood. All he wanted to do was to stay home and drink but he had promised Evie that he would join her. So while he waited for Evie, Jay was sitting down where the Water Gun Shoot Out game was going to be held but he was the only one so far. He wasn't trying to play but the guy running it kept asking people who wanted to compete against Jay. "Dude, I already told you I'm not playing" Jay told him one last time before the booth runner pointed at Harry and asked him if he wanted to play. Before Harry could answer Jay laughed "Are you kidding? That's not much of a match, Harry can't let go of his hook long enough to play this." He challenged him, figuring it was a better way to spend his time than sitting around trying not to think of a certain genie.

Calum had been going through his own shit a lot lately and in a way, being back on the road made him feel just a little bit better and the fact that Harry had made the extra trip to see them, well that was incredible. Calum moved from his bed, shooting a quick text to Harry asking him to meet him at a local bar that wasn’t too far from the hotel. He figured the two of them could have a few drinks and a night on the town. He changed his clothes. Just a simple pair of black skinny jeans and a t-shirt to match as he tucked his wallet and phone into his back pocket and made his way out of his hotel room. 

He hated being stuck in his own head the way he was, and although it did him good to have a night out with Luke when they first got to Japan, it only made him fall deeper into his own thoughts and he was honestly tired of it. He was tired of feeling the way he did and thinking the things he would, and he was just hoping that tonight would be the night that he could move on from all of that, after all, Harry was always great at giving him advice when he needed it. Once he was in the bar, he took a seat and ordered himself a drink as he waited for his friend. It had felt like years since the last time they’d actually seen each other. 

Gil fiddled with his tie, frowning loudly. He wasn’t used to wearing anything like this-- nor did he like it. It was too tight, too stiff, and way too itchy. No wonder Harry called it a monkey suit. Well. Gil still didn’t know why Harry called it a monkey suit, but at least he now knew why Harry hadn’t wanted to wear one. Lips forming into a bit of a pout as he waited on the pirate, he internally hoped that Harry would actually show up like he’d said he would. Not that Gil thought he would go back on his word, it was just that Harry had openly said he didn’t see the point in going if Uma wasn’t. Gil hadn’t found any trace of their captain at the wedding yet. 

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      It was not entirely uncommon for Fred Weasley to wonder how in god’s name he’d wound up in a particular situation. This was no different.

      Currently, he was on his back on a squashy old sofa, nude, his body half-covered by a thin sheet. There was no girl beside him, but that meant little. Mornings after a night of heavy drink did he seldom find himself alone; but on the rare occasion that he did, Fred knew he’d chosen a shy type, the type that’d run off before he had the chance to wake up and comment. Balled fists rubbed the tired out of his eyes and he sat up, alert. The first thing he noticed was his dry throat. The second thing he noticed was the discomfort in his belly and pounding through his skull, the awful sensation that he was going to be sick. The third thing he noticed was the Boy Who Fucking Lived sitting on a love seat across him. Fred visibly startled.

       “Dear Merlin, Potter. You been watchin’ me in all my glory for a long time, mate? If I’d known that was the kind’ve thing you fancied, you could’ve just asked and I would’ve gladly allowed you a peek a long time ago, mate,” Fred stated, voice scratchier, rougher than normal as he shifted, pivoting his body so his bare ass sat against the cushion and the sheet covered his midsection. “Where are we? This your place?” He’d not been around Harry’s in some time, so he would be unsurprised if it looked different than what he was recalling. 

waking up in a bed that wasn't her own was something bella was all too used to, the model always finding her own little ways to make herself comfortable in unfamiliar bedrooms. she stretched her long limbs out as she started to blink awake, the smell of coffee wafting through the almost familiar room as she rolled over to check her phone. it was too early to be awake, and way too early for harry to be up making coffee and leaving her alone in his bed. a yawn slipped past the models lips as she stood up, running her hand through her shoulder length hair before she pulled on one of harry's thigh length silk robes. the pale pink color washed her skin out as she passed a mirror, the model making a mental note to tell harry to invest in some darker colored silk. 

she made her way downstairs without hesitating, a small smile on her face when she found him in the kitchen. her arms wound around his waist, catching him off guard as she pressed a soft kiss to his shoulder blade. "morning, heartbreaker." bella smiled against his skin, her eyes widening when the sound of an unfamiliar female voice said good morning back to her. she looked over harry's shoulder and met anne twist's eyes, the models heart sinking at how bad this must have looked. 

"i'm so sorry - i didn't realise..." she trailed off, tripping over her own words as she unwrapped her arms from around harry and crossed them over her own chest. "hi, oh my god. i'm so sorry - i'm bella." the model laughed awkwardly, walking around the corner and offering her hand out to anne - only to be pulled into a hug. she glanced across at harry as she wrapped her arms around the woman, confusion all over her face.

After so many years of being what Nick Grimshaw could only refer to as the closest two people can be without actually being one person - there was somehow still excitement in the air ever single time the radio dj made his way to see the popstar. A quiet sigh slipped past Nick's lips as he pulled up at Harry's, waiting for Pig to jump over his lap and out of the car before he was climbing out himself, shoving his phone in his back pocket as he did so. "Oi, popstar, 'm 'here!" Nick called out as he let himself into his best friends place without a second thought, letting Pig run over to the popstar excitedly as Nick immediately looked around for his friends mum. 

He caught sight of her quickly, a beaming smile on his face as he pulled her into a warm cuddle, trying not to squish the baby she was holding as he did so. "Hiya, you alright?" He asked Anne happily, though he was immediately clapping his hands out to Willow, taking her when she reached for him with a bright smile on his face. "Well aren't you looking more and more like your dad, eh? Poor thing." Nick smirked as he turned to finally meet Harry's eyes, pressing kisses all over Willow's face as he did so. "Sorry, not here for you today. I'm just gonna take the kid and your mum and sod off." He teased, playfully kicking Harry's ankle before sitting down on the obnoxiously large sofa he'd begged Harry not to buy.