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"Maybe you really are a monster. You thought saving my life once, now you have some ownership over me!" he laughed humorlessly, " I was such a fool. I am so pathetic. I followed you around like a lost child while you shoved me around. I kept taking your punches and insults. It felt like something was stabbing my heart. I kept coming back because I cared about you, I loved you. And," his voice breaks as a sob threatens to come out, "You didn't belie...ve, you didn't believe me!! It is your fault! It was all your fault!" he wailed in anguish, a lone tear slipped down his cheek and abruptly turned around to leave, "I know you don't care about anyone's feelings. Everybody cowers behind your back, and when the time comes, when you are all alone. I hope you truly suffer. And you know what?" he didn't wait for an answer, "I don't see any difference between you and him."

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Someone's POV

The sun is just setting over the horizon. It paints a warm orange and flamboyant pink tinge to the grey sky thundering over him. The city lights on the other side of the river current and the long bridge connecting the two sides. He could see from far away as the small cars and trucks speed down the road.

This is one of his favourite spots in between work shifts. And dipping his naked feet in the river is a whole other level of enjoyment. Even if the worry and burden never faded away, he felt a little light when he sits here for a while.

A small sigh falls from his lips, as a cool breeze washes over his face. His thin jacket does nothing to help him, he only brings the seams tighter against his chest.

He rests his head on his knees, aware of his rumbling stomach and an oncoming headache pounding behind his eyes. 'A little nap won't hurt. There is still time.'

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After an unknown amount of time............

He suddenly walks up with a start. A shiver runs up his spine when his eyes fall on the watch in his left hand.

"No no no no , shit. Fuck!" With unfocused eyes, he hefted his worn-out bag on his shoulder and made a run for his fallen bike by the river bank.

"He is surely gonna have my head this time." The boy huffed out as he secured the helmet over his head and headed for the west side of the city.

Paddling his way through the heavy traffic, he released a sigh of relief when he entered the sophisticated side of the town.

Suddenly the black sky thundered over the city, and a thunder of lightning fell deafening in silence. And not soon after started raining heavily. "Such a perfect timing. My luck. Fuck!" He spat the words out sarcastically. Still, he ducked his face a little and paddled his bike faster to save himself from his destined fate which, now if he thinks was a futile attempt, when he finally reached the parking lot of 'Miller and Carter Cheshire' drenched from head to toe.

"Harry!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Harry flinched back into the door in fear. "You are late again you scumbag! The restaurant opened an hour ago! Where have you been you lazy shit! Do I pay for you simply by showing up? Get going your lazy ass to the customers, before I fire you!!" His boss kept spewing curses at him, as the whole staff had gathered to witness the scene too.

Harry just kept his eyes on the ground. "Ye--yes Mr. Del. I am so sorry. It will never happen again. I--"

"Well, you make sure of it 'cause this is your last chance!" He dashed to his chamber hot in heels.

A shuddering sigh left his mouth feeling the cold now sinking into his bones. He felt his knees shaking with exhaustion but forced them to move forward to pick up an order pad and pen from the counter.

His fingers brushed the steel knob of the main door, ready to open it, when a hand rested on his right shoulder. "Harry?" A familiar voice called his name.

Harry snapped his neck back to look at the person, " Niall" he sighed in relief. For a moment he was sure it was his boss again.

"You okay mate?" And as Niall always does, blinded his eyesight with his blinding smile. Seeing him, soothed Harry in ways he could never understand.

He smiled back at his best friend, nodding in answer, "Yeah, I am fine. Thank you, Ni."

But Niall didn't look like he was satisfied with his answer. Changing the subject, "By the way, my Mum's expecting you for dinner tomorrow night." Niall knew he was gonna protest as soon as he opened his mouth, so he silenced his friend by putting a finger up in silence. "Yes, you are coming. End of discussion. Now go to work before Delmooo comes back." Whispering the last part, and they silently giggled like the same school kids they still were.

"Okay Ni," He answered in a breathy tone and pushed the door open, optimistic this time, after feeling his spirits being lifted. Thanks to a certain person.

Putting a smile on his face, he approached a table of four girls.
"Can I take your order miss?"

4 hours seemed to pass away.

A bead of sweat disappeared behind his brown curls. Harry huffed out a breath in exhaustion, his dirty hand brushing off the sweat. He groaned in annoyance as a stubborn curl stuck to his forehead falling over his green eyes. Currently, he was cleaning the tables and rearranging the tables into their places.

The restaurant was still open for another hour. Most of the tables were empty only a few others were left. But one table intrigued Harry the most. From what he can see, six people were sitting at the large table. All of them possess an unnaturally gorgeous God-like physique.

But this one person caught his eye. His back was to him. While attending to the other customers he got a little glance of his face. Brown chocolate hair framed his face, a little quiff styled on the top of his head. His eyes were serene blue. And oh my God, high cheekbones, and jaw sharp enough to cut a glass.

'I think he saw me checking him out. Harry, you are just so pathetic. The guy sent a little smirk my way! Oh my God! Or was it just my imagination fucking my brain up. Harry just control yourself!

Oh and did I say he is wearing a leather jacket and a black shirt with dark blue jeans? Harry not now!'.

"Harrry!!!" "Huh?" Harry slowly turned to the voice. It was
Rachel.

"Are you daydreaming at this hour? Could you make me a favour and move your ass!!" Rachel hissed under her breath. "There just so many plates. Now." Suddenly from nowhere, she stacked or let me say dumped more plates in my already full hands. "Take this to the kitchen."

"What?! Rachel take these off!" Harry grunted feeling his fingers numb under such pressure.

"Go Haz." Rachel flashed him a winning smirk, "I will treat you with my hand-baked cookies tomorrow."

"Bitch." Harry spat under his breath, hoping she would not hear it. "I heard that babe! " He only rolled his eyes walking away from her and moving quickly to the kitchen.

Harry was only just six tables away from the counter walking down the marble flooring. Unaware of the smoothie that was knocked down over the white marble.

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On the second floor of the restaurant, Music blasting from his headphones, Niall swept the floor clean doing little dance steps when suddenly a loud crash, followed by the sound of glass breaking into thousand pieces came from downstairs.

It took a second for Niall and Lia to react. They ran down the stairs to see where the sound came from.

When the two of them reached the bottom, the sight stunned them into their places. Lia gasped loudly beside him.

Not far from them, broken pieces of cutlery scattered all over the floor, while Harry lay on the ground with a forearm supporting him up the floor staring unfocusedly with wide tear glazed eyes and another forearm bleeding heavily.

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A tall man seemed to get up from his chair, his instinct telling him to help the hurt boy. He helped the poor boy up by his armpits. Even after the boy stabled himself, the stranger didn't let him go. He supported him a little by touching his back.

"Love? Are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere else?" A voice filtered through his subconscious.

Harry seemed to come out from his haze and his breathing rate came down a little. The scene was bleary in front of him but still could figure out Niall. He was aware someone was supporting him. Their touch instantly lessened the pain he was feeling throbbing up his arm.

But at the moment Harry was incapable of analyzing the situation in detail. His boss was standing a few arms away from him. His face was red with anger, breathing heavily in an attempt to control his anger.

"Harry."Mr Del growled lowly in anger. "I want you to clean this mess and come to my office immediately. Niall! No one will help him." In an instant, he was gone. Niall felt helpless, as instinct forced him to help his friend. He immediately went up to him, touching his shoulder carefully.

"Harry?" He glanced at Niall still shaken up. "Are you okay? Here, let me help you" Concern underlying his voice.

Harry stiffly nodded his head in fake assurance and quickly wiped his face clean of tears. He again crouched down to the ground. Lea handed him a black garbage bag. Despite their orders and the absence of their boss everyone helped him to clean the messy floor.

After all the shards of ceramic were cleaned up, Harry trudged his steps towards Mr Del's cabin.

But before he could turn the knob, Rachel turned him around, "Harry" her eyes glistened with tears, "I am so sorry. I am sorry Harry, it should have been me. Everything's my fault! Please I will take the blame. "

Harry put a hand on her shoulder, "It's not your fault Rachel. It could have been anybody. It's ok. Alright?"

"But.."

"It's ok. Now go." Rachel seemed to turned around to leave, but took a step and hugged him instead. Not uttering a single, she sobbed and ran away.

He released a long sigh, mentally preparing himself for the shouting and insults to be thrown at him. He took the metal knob in his grip and very slowly turned it.

The sight he was welcomed with sent a shiver down his spine. There was Mr Del typing away furiously on his laptop, brows furrowed as if in frustration.

Mr Del felt the intruder come, he slowly lifted his head and measured the boy in front of him over the rim of his spectacles.

"Harry. Sit down and make yourself comfortable." The smirk he sent down his way. Harry can only imagine what is written in his fate.

Harry took a moment but let his feet guide him towards the chair. He unconsciously gulped down, and let his eyes wander down his lap where his nails scraped at the edges of the fingernail. Mr. Del still didn't give him any attention, the longer he sat down, the longer the silence eat away at his sanity.

Finally, the tapping sound stopped. Not a moment later, Mr Del slammed down a cheque in front of him. Harry jumped in his seat.

"You are fired."

The words rang in his ears for a few seconds. His mind became completely blank, except for that one word. He couldn't comprehend for the sake of his life. Then slowly the understanding of the situation sank into his skin.

Fired.

His gaze landed on his lap where now his fingers were shaking.

"Mr Del pl-please. I..I can't. I need t-this job."

"Well, you should have thought that before! And not only today!! Being late for work! Sleeping on your shift! And don't you think I forgot about you tipping the tray over Mrs Smith, you rascal....!!!!!" Mr Del kept spewing venomously in his face. Harry had unconsciously gripped the armrest so tightly that his knuckles went white.

"Now get out before I have to call the police!!"That was the last thing he heard. Unable to hold the tears in any longer, he swiftly pocketed the cheque and made his way out of the cabin.

A cold breeze hit his face the moment he stepped out of the back door. He heard heavy footsteps, sensing someone behind him.

"Harry! Wait!" But the younger one of them did not dare to face him. "Not now Niall. I am going to the hospital."

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Harry's POV

The grey clouds thundered above the dark sky. The moon was no longer to be seen hidden under the shadows. Harry kept his pace timid with his bicycle.

The words still kept ringing in his ears. Why does it always have to be me? It's futile continuing like this. How am I gonna pay the hospital fees? The rent is also due...

A sudden drop of water fell on the upper side of his knuckles. Lightning cracked in the generous sky, and a few seconds later thunder sounded, startling him. He gripped his bike handle more taut and started walking faster. The sky hung dark and gloomy overhead, and he pulled the hood of his jacket as the rain started to fall.

Such great timing...

As he was walking, a few moments later, a car screeched stop behind him. Harry an arm still over his head, squinted his eyes in the rain and saw it was a sleek red car.
A tall bulky man in a black suit seemed to get out of the car, and approached him.

Harry was stunned to speak out coherent words, and his heart stuttered in fear. Nothing came to his mind at that moment. This guy... Who is this? Is he following me?

"Hey, boy!" the man spoke again.
"Uhhh.. yes?" The man's stoic face gave no or little emotions as handed him something.

"This is for you, kid" Harry was confused for a second, then his eyes focused on something the stranger's hand was holding upright.

It was an umbrella and a leather jacket in his other hand. Suddenly his eyes widened in realisation that he was no longer getting drenched in the rain.
" Thank you so much, sir. But I ca-can't take this."
The stranger stated, "Take it. Boss said to give it to you " he gave a small nod and handed Harry the umbrella and the jacket.

"Boss?" Harry turned his head to see the car. The windows were tinted black. And it was impossible to see anything through it. He was sure he could feel someone staring at him though.

He again turned to ask the stranger in front of him, who the boss was. But saw no one. He heard the engine roar, and without any warning the car screeched into the night, tires squealing, as it sped away past him.

Wow. This was interesting.

Harry soon regained his pace, sighing in relief that he was no longer under the mercy of the storm.

He kept walking when suddenly the leather jacket that was wrapped in his arm that was holding the umbrella, caught his eye.

" This jacket....." Harry turned it around in his grip. "I have seen this before...but where?" His eyes widened in curiosity as his fingers came to grab something in one of the front pockets.

With trembling hands, he retrieves a few hundred-pound notes and a handwritten note:

"Your determination and your hard work will lead you to success. Rest well and remember that tomorrow holds the promise of a new start.
-L.T."

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Harry has always come to despise the odour of the hospital corridors. Yet he is a frequent visitor of this place from time to time. The walls of this place have heard more prayers than any church. It has heard the cries of the heartbroken and, the joy of relief.

But for Harry, this has always been a place of grief and despair.

Harry heaves the bag again up on his shoulder as he climbs up the stairs in a daze. Usually, he takes the elevator, but Today there has been an emergency in the lower quarters. He overheard that it was a case of an animal attack near his old school area.

Finally heaving a breath of exhaustion he reaches the room 'F5 29'. He is quite fortunate because the visiting hours are over at 6 p.m.

INT. HOSPITAL ROOM

The room is softly illuminated by the gentle glow of dimmed overhead lights. Outside the window, the world is veiled in the deep shadows of night. The curtains hang still, offering only a hint of the nocturnal world beyond.

In one corner of the room, a woman in her late forties, lies on the hospital bed, her pale form accentuated by the subdued hospital lighting. Machines surrounding her cast subtle, eerie reflections on the floor as they dutifully monitor her vital signs.

The ECG machine, stationed next to her bed, beeps rhythmically, reflecting the fragility of her heartbeat in the quiet of the night. An IV line, softly lit, delivers life-sustaining fluids into her frail body.

Harry standing at the foot of her bed, gazes at his mother with teary eyes and a heavy heart.

Harry(voice trembling): Mom, it's me, Harry. I've come to visit.

Anne, in her slumber, wears a serene expression on her face, seemingly untouched by the darkness outside. He recalls what the Doctor told him over a year ago...

The doctor says that she could not ever recover from this. It will only worsen. What they could only do is control her symptoms and calm her down when she is having those episodes. I can still recall the days when she was vibrant, where she was full of life, and laughter. Now...

It's taken everything from her. And from Me

Harry reaches out and gently takes Anne's frail hand in his, holding it with such tenderness. Tears stream down his cheeks as he continues whispering to her, as he slowly rests his head on their joined hands and exhales in exhaustion.

Harry(teary-eyed): I miss you, Mom. Please come back to me. You will always have me by your side. Pl.. Please. Please come back home.

He drowns himself in the silence, with the  monitor beeping in the background. It may have passed hardly five minutes, when the boy senses the monitor picking up it's rhythm. He picks his head up to see her face twitching. As if she is waking from her slumber. And as predicted, slowly as the seconds passed away Anne her eyes flicker over the room she lays in for a moment and then they land on the face of a boy, who sat close too her, but didn't seem to propose any harm towards her.

She let herself relax as she analysed the boy in front of her, baby face with beautiful emerald eyes that creased in concerned.

"Who are you, kid?" the boy in front of her closed and opened his mouth a few times. He felt a hollowness in his chest, as if someone has plunged a hole in it again.

"I.. I have c-come here to visit my mother." the boy held his gaze with her hand. She could see the boy's chin tucked towards his chest, "She is very s-sick. The doctors aren't le-letting me in."

"I am sure she is alright. The doctors here are exceptional in their jobs. You don't have to worry kiddo. You will meet your mother very soon." Anne reassured the boy, she felt him lean on her palm as she reached to wipe away the tears that ran down his cheeks.

The boy just quietly nooded. They again fell in a silence where they could only hear each other breathing, though she felt the boy fighting his own demons as he tried to breathe calmly.

Suddenly the boy stood on his feet, hastily picking up his bag and jacket on his shoulder. But before he could turn his face away from her, the boy looked into her eyes for the last time, "I am sorry, I shoudn't have disrupted your sleep. Forgive me."

"Don't be. Take care of yourself kiddo." Anne felt her eyes closing on their own with exhaustion. She was almost in a deep slumber, when she felt someone tenderly kiss her forehead before everything turned dark.

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Harry's POV

It feels so numb inside. I feel like I am screaming inside, but no one can hear me. My shoes scrunch over the stone, and dry branches as they take me towards the edge of the pond.

This place...  The dark forest surrounds this serene pond, decorated with wildflowers, some red, few rosy pink and the rare are violet ones. The branches curl over each other making a natural shade over the pond.

The silver half-moon shines over the horizon, dimly lighting the shadowy woods.

Harry crumbles to the ground as soon as he reaches the pond. He notices the rain which has halted long since he left the hospital. His fingers tug the leather jacket tighter around his slim silhouette, as chilly air gusts constantly.

He recalls the song he used to sing when his father had left them behind.

Harry could hardly let out the last words of the song, while reeling those moments in his memory over and over again. He muffled his soft cries in his arms that curled around his knees.

Suddenly he heard a soft scrunch behind him. It felt like someone stepped on a branch. Harry snapped his neck towards the sound in panic.

He looked over the area from where he assumed the commotion was but was met with utter silence.

It probably was a squirrel.

He moved back to his position, but as soon as his gaze left that bush, a low growl resonated through the forest. His eyes widened in alarm as a felt a shiver through his spine.

Harry's green eyes slowly returned to the dark shadow behind the trunk of a tree. And what he saw, he could not believe his eyes.

There a large shadow standing in a crouched stature was neither a human nor any squirrel.

Blue eyes 

Werewolf

Harry did not waste a second. He dashed towards the opposite direction. He was swallowed into the dark forest, as he ran for his survival as fast as he could. It was in his subconscious that he could never outrun the wolf.

He leaped over the roots and ducked down the branches, while looking over his shoulder again. He gasped in horror to see the beast was not far away, who was growling and snapping it's hideous teeth reaching for it's prey.

Harry quickened his pace through the forest all in vain. He could feel his heart pumping crazily and to his dread, he felt himself unable to keep up as his legs. It felt like his whole body was on fire. He again looked over his shoulder to see the beast catching up to him only for his left leg to get caught up on a branch fallen over the ground.

He toppled over the branch and fell in a heap. Harry trembled in fear, his breath still coming out in short gasp as he heard the creature slowly creeping up to him from behind, intentionally delaying the torture. He didn't even try to move an inch, as if his whole body was paralyzed.

"Pl-please lord, save me." he whispered digging his cheeks into the dirty ground.

Harry squeezed his eyes shut in fear of his inevitable fate.

That moment didn't come. Instead Suddenly, a gigantic black wolf leaps out of nowhere, landing protectively before the human. The growl it let out felt like the whole forest was trembling under it's mercy.

Harry dared not to look back up. He found the strength to haul his body up with his muddy hands and dragged himself to the nearest tree. He panted heavily with his back to the tree, curls sticking to his forehead and irises full blown.

All that he could here were teeth snapping aggressively, roaring and growling. 

Then...

All of a sudden, noise of something falling down with a heavy thud and low bleating came from behind him, where he was 'hiding'.

Harry had the audacity to look over his shoulder, in time to see the wolf that was chasing him, cowering in fear with it's head held in a bow. The next instant, it made a turn in haste and scampered away from the enormous black wolf.

What send terror through Harry, is when the black wolf turned about to the direction from where it could hear the human breathing heavily.

Harry whimpered in fright,  feeling the oncoming of a panic attack. His fingers dug into the soft grass grazing his hand, for purchase and pressed himself back against the tree as far as he could.

"P-ple-please..Please stop" his voice cracked, squeezing his eyes shut.

A warm breath washed over his face. The human didn't know what overcame his conscious, but slowly he let his eyes peek a glimpse in front of him.

And when his green eyes came in contact with blazing red eyes, it felt like as if they were gazing deep into his bare wounded soul.

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"P-ple-please..Please stop" his voice cracked, squeezing his eyes shut. 

A warm breath washed over his face. The human didn't know what overcame his conscious, but slowly he let his eyes peek a glimpse in front of him. 

And when his green eyes came in contact with blazing red eyes, it felt like as if they were gazing deep into his bare wounded soul. 

The moment he looked into the wolf's red eyes, all the nervousness, and dread vanished into thin air. The haunting creature that was supposed to compel him to run far away, suddenly felt like a protective veil over him. In his being, it felt safe to stay here. 

Harry stared as the wolf came even closer to him, slowly and then it licked a long stripe against his cheek. The boy shrieked in surprise and backed up a little more against the tree. He was so shocked that he couldn't even realistically think that currently he was being licked clean by a wild wolf. 

Harry scrunced his nose in disgust, when the wolf moved over to the rest of his face, and even his hair! What overcame him next, he carefully nudged the wolf's head a little back with his hands and attempted to stand, but the wolf had other plans. The wolf unexpectedly knocked Harry down with a shove of his head, making him yelp when his back made contact with the hard ground. 

The wolf climbed over Harry's body and pushed his nose to his neck, snot cold and wet made him shiver. A few seconds may have passed, when the wolf backed away making space for him to get up. 

Harry fumbled with his hands to stand on his feet, when he suddenly felt a sharp pain through his ankle. He grunted in pain as he gripped his left ankle tightly to relieve himself from the pain. The wolf was already on his way to the deeper forest when he heard the human yelp from the distance. 

The wolf slowed down his pace, but seemed to wait for the human to find his bearing. Harry held onto the tree trunk beside him, and found the stength to stand up slowly. 

Harry thought to himself if he was out of his own mind when he took the first step towards the black wolf. And then he couldn't stop himself. He continued to follow the trail behind the wolf. 

Harry was profusely sweating and swearing under his breath as he limped through the dark forest. The adrenaline was slowly draining from his body and black spots danced around his vision. 

Exhaustion washes over him like a heavy blanket, threatening to drag him into unconsciousness. He realizes he can't remember the last time he had eaten, and the gnawing hunger in his stomach becomes impossible to ignore.

"I-i ca.. " Harry panted unable to even complete what he was saying when suddenly he lost his footing and collapsed against an oak tree, his hands scrapping to break down his fall. 

Goosebumps covered his whole body, when a cold breeze gushed down the river. His face felt numb against the cold moss covered rock. The last thing he felt before blacking out was being gently lifted up into somebody's arms. 

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As the first light of dawn breaks over the tranquil waterfall pond, Harry stirs as his face contorts with discomfort. 

With a groan, he slowly sits up, rubbing his temples trying to ward off the pounding headache. The sound of chirping of birds and rushing water fills the air, blending with the confusion as he struggle to piece together the events of the previous night. 

Harry with a sudden jolt bolts upright, eyes wide with alarm. 

He clutched his throbbing head, a look of confusion and fear spreading across his face as he frantically scans the area.

Harry's eyes dart around, searching for any clues that might confirm whether yesterday's events were real or just a twisted dream. His heart races as he spots his backpack lying beside him, its familiar shape grounding him to this reality. With trembling hands, he reaches for it, fingers fumbling as he unzips the bag.

Harry freezes in place, a shiver running down his spine as he senses someone's gaze piercing through the morning mist. With cautious movement, he turns his head back towards the other side of the waterfall, his heart pounding in his chest. For a fleeting moment, a shadow appears to loom behind the trees, sending a jolt of fear coursing through him. But as he blinks and focuses for a second, there's nothing there, just the rustle of leaves in the gentle breeze. 

A wave of relief washes over him, his racing heart gradually slowing as he tries to shake off the unsettling feeling. Yet, a lingering sense of unease remains. 

With trembling hands, Harry retrieves his phone from his bag, his heart racing as he unlocks the screen. The bright display reveals the time: 6:13 am. His stomach churns as he notices three missed calls from Niall and a string of texts. 

From Niall- 10:45 pm

Where are you, Harry? Are you okay? Please answer!

From Niall- 12:07 am

Haz, this isn't funny. Please just let me know you're alright.

From Niall- 6:02 am

Harry, I'm starting to get really worried. Please, just text me back.

Missed Call from Niall - 10:07 am

Missed Call from Niall- 10:09 am

Missed Call from Niall- 11:11 am

With shaky fingers, he types out a quick reply, assuring Niall that he's alright.

To Niall - 6:15 am

I'm alright. Call you soon. 

Closing his eyes, Harry takes a deep breath, steeling himself for a moment. 

With a sharp intake of breath, Harry winces as a jolt of pain shoots through his left ankle when he tries to stand up. Disbelief washes over him, all that happened yesterday flooding back with crushing clarity as he tries to convince himself that it- 

must have been a dream. None of it could have possibly been real. 

But deep down, a nagging sense of unease gnaws at him. 

His heart pounding against his ribs, Harry casts one last fearful glance towards the dense forest before forcing himself to his feet, fear overriding his pain. Limping heavily, he makes his way towards his fallen bike lying near the bench, each step a painful reminder of the ordeal he can't quite bring himself to believe was anything more than a nightmare.

Struggling to keep his balance, Harry leans against the bench for support, his body trembling with fatigue. Each breath feels like a monumental effort as he fights to stay conscious, the world spinning around him in a disorienting blur. With a weary sigh, he pushes past through the hunger and exhaustion, his survival instincts kicking into overdrive as he forces himself to focus on the task at hand: getting back home.

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Harry steps into the comforting warmth of his shower, he can't bring himself to look at the bruises forming on his breasts, the side of his ribs, and his legs. It was a dream. He can't let himself to even think that yesterday all of that was even remotely true. 

With practiced efficiency, he washes away the grime and sweat of the morning, the soothing water offering a brief respite from the ache that pulses through his battered muscles.

Emerging from the shower, Harry quickly dresses in fresh, clean bra and panties, a small act of self-care amidst the chaos of his thoughts. He pulls on a loose t-shirt and a pair of jeans, the fabric providing a comforting barrier against the outside world. 

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As Harry pushes open the door to "Cheshire Delights," a wave of familiar scents washes over him, instantly putting him at ease. The bakery exudes a cozy charm, with sunlight streaming in through the windows, casting a warm glow over the rustic decor.

Stepping inside, he is greeted by the comforting scent of freshly baked bread and sweet pastries. The interior is cozy and inviting, with wooden tables and mismatched chairs arranged in clusters, creating intimate seating areas perfect for enjoying a leisurely cup of coffee and a slice of homemade pie.

"Good morning, Barbara," Harry greets with a tired smile.

"Morning, dear," Barbara responds, her eyes scanning Harry's tired expression with concern. "You alright? You look like you've been through the wringer."

"I'm okay, just a bit tired," Harry assures her, forcing a small smile.

Barbara's brow furrows with worry. "You sure? You look like you could use a good meal and some rest."

Harry starts to protest, "It's nothing like that, I am fine. " But Barbara cuts him off with a determined look. "None of that, Harry. Sit down and eat something. You can't work on an empty stomach."

Reluctantly, Harry takes a seat as Barbara fusses over him, placing a cup of tea, a plate of croissants, and a chocolate brownie in front of him.

"Barbara, I really appreciate it, but you don't have to," Harry insists, feeling guilty for imposing on his boss.

"None of that talk, Harry," Barbara scolds gently. "You're like family to me. Now eat up and recharge your batteries. We've got a busy day ahead."

Grateful for Barbara's kindness, Harry nods and digs into his meal, feeling a wave of gratitude wash over him for having such a caring boss and friend.

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As Harry bustles about the bakery, his mind whirls with a mix of unease and worry. The eerie feeling from earlier night still lingers, casting a shadow over his thoughts as he serves customers and tends to the counter.

With each passing second, the weight of the mounting hospital bills presses down on him, now that he doesn't have the job at the restaurant too

Graduating from high school last summer should have been a moment of celebration, but for Harry, it only brought uncertainty about his future.

How could I afford college when I could barely make ends meet?I can't even bear the day to day groceries. 

As Harry finishes cleaning the tables, he limps over to the cash counter, Harry's thoughts drift to Niall, his lifelong friend and confidant. They had spent countless hours together over the summer, poring over college brochures and dreaming of the future. But now, with his current situation, Harry wonders if those dreams will ever become true.

The bakery, usually bustling with chatter and laughter, now feels eerily quiet in the late afternoon light. Alice and Zach had left half an hour ago, leaving Harry alone to finish up the day's work.

His shift is almost over, putting down the cleaning supplies in the cupboard. Suddenly, Barbara rushes over, a phone pressed to her shoulder her expression frantic as she juggles her bag and phone.

"Harry, can you please close the bakery for me, dear?" Barbara's voice is urgent, her eyes filled with concern. "Jack needs me at home. Please do me this favor, dear.

Concern etches Harry's features as he pauses in his tasks, his gaze fixed on Barbara. "But what happened? Is he alright?" he asks, his voice laced with genuine concern.

Barbara's shoulders sag with the weight of worry as she turns to face Harry. "It's Jack.," she explains, her voice trembling slightly. "He got injured at school. They think he might have broken his arm."

Harry's heart sinks at the news, his thoughts immediately turning to Barbara's grandson. "Is he okay? Do you need me to do anything?" he offers, wanting to help in any way he can.

Barbara offers him a grateful smile, "Thank you, Harry, but I've already called his parents. They're on their way to the hospital now," she replies, her voice wavering with emotion. "I just need to get home to be with them."

With a sense of urgency, Harry steps forward, offering Barbara a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder. "Go to Jack, Barbara. I'll take care of things here. Don't worry about a thing," he assures her, his voice filled with sincerity.

As Barbara hurries out the door, Harry takes a deep breath, steeling himself for a moment to calm down his nerves. 

As Harry finishes stacking the last of the plates, he exhales a sigh of relief, feeling a sense of accomplishment wash over him. Just as he turns away from the counter, he hears the familiar chime of the door, signaling the arrival of a new customer.

"We are closed," Harry calls out. 

"Oh, I am sorry. I didn't realize. I will come back another time," the customer apologizes, turning to leave.

"Yeah, sorry. The owner has an eme-" Harry's words falter as his gaze meets the piercing blue eyes of the man standing before him.

Time seems to slow, his heart skipping a beat seeing as the stranger stands tall and imposing, his lean frame clad in a fitted black dress shirt that accentuates his chiseled features. His unruly chestnut hair falls effortlessly over his forehead, adding to his rugged charm. 

With his heart racing, Harry stammers slightly before managing to say, "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be rude. We are actually closing up, but if you need anything, I can help you quickly."

"No, I am sorry. I can come another time," the stranger apologizes, turning to leave.

"No sir, please. Take a seat," Harry insists, gesturing towards an empty table.

"It's Louis," the man introduces himself, his voice smooth and confident.

Harry smiles warmly. "Okay, Louis. Let me take your order."

Louis nods, rattling off his order with ease with a strong British accent underlying his voice. "I will have a strong cappuccino, blueberry muffins, cinnamon pastry, and almond croissants. Make four of each except the coffee."

"Sure thing, Louis. Coming right up. Anything else?" Harry asks.

"No thank you, Harry," Louis replies with a polite nod.

As Harry busies himself making the order, he can feel the weight of Louis's gaze lingering on him. It sends a shiver down his spine, making him feel increasingly uneasy. 

Despite his calm exterior, Harry can't deny the prickling sensation at the back of his neck as he feels Louis's eyes studying him intently. His movements are deliberate, his hands steady as he prepares Louis's order. Yet, beneath the surface, Harry can't help but feel a twinge of curiosity mixed with a hint of apprehension. 

Suddenly, Louis breaks the silence. "How is your arm, Harry?"

Harry looks down at his bandaged arm. He had almost forgotten about the injury. Louis's concern touches him deeply.

"It's fine now. It only stings a little bit if I move it too much," Harry replies, offering a grateful smile.

As he lets the coffee brew, Harry nervously bites his lip, working up the courage to speak up. 

"T-thank you, you know," Harry stammers, his voice soft but sincere.

"For what, Harry?" Louis prompts, his eyes curious.

"For helping me yesterday. At the restaurant," Harry admits, his heart pounding with vulnerability.

Louis's expression softens, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "You're welcome, Harry. It was the least I could do."

"I haven't seen you in this neighborhood," Harry remarks quietly, his curiosity getting the better of him as the coffee machine tings, signaling that the coffee is ready.

"You could say that. Actually, I don't come to this neighborhood very often," Louis replies with a hint of a smile, his tone casual yet cryptic. "My line of business. It keeps me moving."

Harry's curiosity piqued, but sensing Louis's reluctance to elaborate, he falls silent, feeling a pang of awkwardness settle between them.

"Oh," Harry murmurs, unsure of what else to say as he hands over Louis's order.

Their fingers brush briefly as Louis takes the order, a subtle jolt of electricity passing between them. Harry doesn't notice, his gaze fixed nervously on Louis's hand.

Louis sucks in a quiet breath, his piercing blue eyes lingering on Harry for a moment longer. "Thanks, Curly! Take care of yourself."

Harry's cheeks flush with warmth at the nickname, his heart fluttering at the unexpected gesture. Before he can respond, Louis is already heading towards the door, leaving Harry to grapple with the whirlwind of emotions that swirl within him.

Harry resumes to closing up the bakery but he can't shake the feeling that there's something familiar about Louis, something that tugs at the edges of his memory but remains just out of reach.

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The sun has just dipped below the horizon, casting a golden hue across the quiet, cobblestone street. The small bakery's lights flicker off one by one as Harry locks the door with a heavy heart. The clinking of the lock echoes in the stillness.

Harry sighs deeply, leaning his forehead against the cool glass of the door. The weight of the day presses down on him like a heavy blanket. Suddenly, a COUGH cuts through the silence.

Harry jumps, spinning around. His eyes widen as he recognizes the figure standing in the shadows.

"You gave me a mini heart attack, Niall!"

Niall steps into the dim light, his face etched with concern and a hint of anger.

"How about we talk, how you gave me a heart attack. I couldn't sleep all night. Mate! You didn't call me. All day! Do you know how worried I was about you, Harry? You could have at least messaged me that you were alright!

Harry's shoulders slump. He looks at the ground, guilt weighing on him.

"I'm sorry, Niall. I was out of my head. It felt like I was here, but I wasn't. There's so much I need to tell you."

Niall's stern expression softens as he takes in Harry's weary appearance. His eyes fill with understanding and concern. He steps closer, placing a reassuring hand on Harry's shoulder and giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Alright. Come on, we’ll talk when we get home. Let’s go, Harry." Niall put his hand over Harry's shoulder, tugging him closer as they started walking. 

Harry nods, a small, grateful smile tugging at his lips. Grateful that he has his friend by his side, if no one else. They turn and walk down the street together, the orange glow of the streetlights guiding their way. The night air is cool and filled with the promise of a heartfelt conversation.

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Maura opened the door to two boys, their smiles as bright as the summer sun. The laughter in their eyes lit up the dim hallway.

"Oh Harry!! My dear boy. I missed you so much!" Maura's voice was filled with genuine warmth as she squished Harry between her arms, enveloping him in a comforting embrace. Harry melted into the hug, closing his eyes and trying to return the affection as best he could.

"I missed you too, Mrs. Horan!" Harry replied, his voice muffled against her shoulder.

She pulled back slightly, feigning annoyance. "Harry, how many times have I told you to call me Maura?"

Harry and Niall laughed together, their friendship evident in the ease of their interaction. Niall, standing to the side, put on a dramatic pout. "What about me, Mum? He gets a hug, but you didn't even say hello to me!"

Maura turned to her son with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Hi, Bumcheeks!" she smirked, making her way into the kitchen and dragging Harry along with her, leaving Niall standing with his jaw dropped.

"Mummm!! That's not fair. I'm 17 now, you can't call me that anymore in front of my friend!" Niall's voice was a mix of indignation and amusement, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink.

Maura glanced back with a chuckle. "Oh, come on, Niall. You know you love it." She set about preparing a tray of snacks, her movements quick and practiced. "Harry, how have you been? It's been ages since I saw you last."

Harry, settling at the kitchen table, felt the warmth of the home envelop him. "I've been good, Maura. School's been tough, but it's good to be here. This place always feels like a second home to me."

Niall joined them, still grumbling good-naturedly. "Yeah, yeah, second home. As if you don't eat more of Mum's cookies than I do."

Harry laughed, the sound filling the cozy kitchen. "Well, someone has to save you from yourself, Niall."

Maura placed a plate of freshly baked cookies in front of the boys, the aroma instantly making their mouths water. 

After dinner, they all fell into a comfortable conversation, the warm glow of the dining room light creating a cozy atmosphere. Maura stood to collect the dishes, her movements slow and relaxed after a satisfying meal. Harry pushed back his chair, ready to help.

"I'll give you a hand with those, Maura," he offered, beginning to rise from his seat.

Before he could stand fully, Niall tugged him back down into the chair. Harry turned to him with a confused stare. "What? You're not going to help your mum? At least let me give her a hand."

Niall rolled his eyes dramatically. "I need to talk to you for a second. We're gonna take my bike because we need to meet someone."

"Why are you being so mysterious? Where are we going? And who is this person we need to meet?" Harry's confusion deepened, his brow furrowing.

"I'll tell you on the road. You can grab your backpack later. Come on!" Niall's tone was urgent but playful, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

"But at least tell me where we're going!" Harry protested, feeling a mix of curiosity and reluctance.

"You'll see!" Niall grinned, tugging Harry to follow. With a hurried goodbye to Maura, who watched them with an amused smile, Harry allowed himself to be pulled along.

Outside, the evening air was cool and fresh, the sky a deepening shade of twilight. Niall's bike, an old but reliable model, was parked by the side of the house. Niall climbed on and gestured for Harry to hop on behind him.

"Hold on tight," Niall said with a grin as Harry hesitantly climbed onto the back of the bike.

The engine roared to life, and they sped down the quiet suburban streets. Harry clung to Niall, his mind racing with possibilities of where they might be going. The familiar houses blurred into a rush of colors and lights as they rode, the wind whipping through their hair.

"Can you at least give me a hint?" Harry shouted over the roar of the bike.

Niall laughed, his voice carried back by the wind. "It's a surprise, mate! Trust me!"

The journey seemed to stretch on forever, the night deepening around them. Finally, they turned onto a narrow, tree-lined road that led them away from the city lights. The bike slowed as they approached a cozy restaurant that doubled as a bar, its exterior warmly lit and inviting. The sign above the door read "The Crescent Moon."

Niall parked the bike and hopped off, motioning for Harry to follow. "We're here."

Harry looked around, still puzzled. "Okay, so where is 'here'? And who are we meeting?"

Niall's grin widened as he led Harry inside. The interior was a blend of rustic charm and modern entertainment. Wooden tables were neatly arranged across the floor, each adorned with simple yet elegant centerpieces of candles and fresh flowers. The scent of delicious food wafted through the air, mingling with the faint aroma of polished wood and leather from the comfortable booths lining the walls.

To the right of the entrance was a spacious dance floor, its polished surface reflecting the colorful lights that hung above. A large disco ball, the centerpiece of the dance floor, caught the light from various angles, casting playful glimmers across the room. Alongside the dance floor, a DJ booth was set up, equipped with state-of-the-art sound systems and a small stage for live performances. The energy in this section was palpable, with patrons occasionally getting up to dance, lost in the rhythm of the music.

On the left side of the restaurant was a well-stocked bar that stretched along the length of the wall. Behind the bar, shelves were lined with an impressive array of bottles, showcasing drinks of all types—from fine wines and aged whiskeys to colorful liquors and craft beers. The bar itself was a work of art, made of rich mahogany with brass accents, and staffed by skilled bartenders who expertly mixed drinks with a flourish.

The lighting in The Crescent Moon was thoughtfully designed to create different ambiances in different areas. Soft, warm lights hung over the dining tables, creating an intimate setting for diners. Meanwhile, the dance floor was lit with dynamic, colorful lights that changed in time with the music, adding to the lively and festive atmosphere.

In the back corner of the restaurant, a quieter area was designated for more private conversations. This section had comfortable seating arrangements, including plush armchairs and low tables, perfect for those who wanted to enjoy their drinks in a more relaxed environment.

With Niall, Harry approached the back of the bar with a mix of trepidation and curiosity.  As he got closer, he could make out a man's silhouette in the dim light—a powerful, almost intimidating figure.

He was in his late 30s, but his physique looked as if it had been carved from stone. Broad shoulders tapered down to a narrow waist, his muscular arms crossed over his chest in a stance that seemed both relaxed and ready. His t-shirt clung to his torso, revealing the outlines of his well-defined chest and abs. Even in the low light, Harry could see the way Jacob’s muscles moved under his skin, a testament to years of dedication to his fitness.

Jacob’s dark hair was slightly tousled, framing a face that was both handsome and rugged. His chiseled jawline and piercing dark eyes gave him a striking, almost predatory look. As Jacob’s gaze turned towards Harry, those eyes seemed to hold a mixture of intensity and curiosity, as if he were sizing up the newcomer.

Harry swallowed hard, feeling the weight of Jacob’s presence. He could see the shadows playing across Jacob’s features, making him look even more formidable. Despite the casual jeans and t-shirt, there was an air of quiet confidence about Jacob, a sense that he was a man who knew exactly who he was and what he was capable of.

Niall introduced them, "Jacob, this is Harry. Harry, this is Jacob, the friend I was telling you about."

Jacob extended his hand, his grip firm but not crushing. "Nice to meet you, Harry. Niall has told me a lot about you. Please, have a seat."

They all sat down, and Jacob got straight to the point. "Niall mentioned that you're looking for a job. I run this place, and we're in need of some extra help. It's not easy work, but Niall assures me you're up for it."

Harry's eyes widened in surprise and gratitude. "Really? I'd love to, but I'm only 16. Is that going to be a problem?"

Jacob smiled, a rare softening of his intense features. "Normally, yes. But we can make exceptions for the right person. We'll start you off with tasks that are suitable for your age, and if all goes well, we can discuss more responsibilities later on."

Niall clapped Harry on the back. "Told you it would be worth it Haz!! "

Harry nodded, feeling a wave of relief and excitement. "Yes, I lost my job at the other restaurant yesterday. Thank you, Jacob. I won't let you down."

Jacob nodded approvingly. "I'm sure you won't. Let's get you started tomorrow. "

As they walked out of The Crescent Moon, Harry couldn't help but feel a sense of renewed hope. He turned to Niall, a smile spreading across his face. "Thanks, Niall. I really appreciate this."

Niall shrugged with a grin. "What are friends for? Let's get you home. Big day tomorrow."

As Niall revved the bike, Harry’s gaze inadvertently flicked to the side, landing on a red car parked just a few feet away. 

A chill ran down Harry's spine, he felt a wave of unease wash over him as he sat behind Niall, gripping the sides of the seat. "Ready, Haz?" Niall called, his voice cheerful and eager.Harry hesitated for a moment, his eyes fixed on the red car. "Yeah, let's go," he replied, trying to push away the uneasy feeling. He wrapped his arms around Niall's waist as the bike lurched forward, leaving The Crescent Moon behind. 

As they navigated the quiet streets, Harry stole another glance over his shoulder. To his relief, the street was empty. He let out a small breath, trying to shake off the lingering unease.

“Everything okay?” Niall asked, glancing back at him briefly.“Yeah, just... thinking,” Harry replied, forcing the words out. 

The street around The Crescent Moon grew quieter, the sounds of the evening settling into a gentle hum. The figure in the car finally started the engine, the vehicle purring to life. 

Inside the car, the figure's face was obscured by the dim light, only the silhouette of his features visible through the tinted windows. He leaned back in his seat, the low glow from the dashboard cast an eerie light on his hands as he drummed his fingers thoughtfully on the steering wheel.

After ensuring that Harry and Niall were long gone and the area had returned to its usual tranquility, the figure in the red car slowly pulled out from his vantage point.

As the figure in the red car navigated through the quiet streets, a sudden ring broke the silence inside the vehicle. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a sleek, black phone with a symbol on it's back, glancing at the screen before answering.

 The symbol is a pentagram - a five-pointed star enclosed within a circle. Five points, each a twisted branch reaching for forbidden knowledge, intersected in perfect symmetry. Around this azure pentacle, a circle wound itself like a serpent consuming its tail, forming a boundary between worlds seen and unseen.The construct pulsed with an otherworldly blue, as if lit from within by the coldest of flames. Knots and whorls in the spectral wood told tales of ancient forests and whispered secrets. Each gnarled intersection seemed alive, a nexus of power frozen in an eternal dance. This wooden pentagram hung suspended, a portal of power born from nature's whispers and midnight's deepest secrets.

"Yes," he said, his voice low and controlled.

There was a brief pause as the person on the other end spoke. He listens, his jaw tightening as the voice on the other end speaks.

"Wait. I’ll handle this."

The figure's expression remained inscrutable, his eyes fixed on the road ahead.

Meanwhile, Harry and Niall, returned to Maura's home. They parked the bike and walked inside. 

They were settling into the comfort of the house, their minds filled with the events of the evening.

Maura had just finished tidying up the kitchen when she noticed Harry's thoughtful expression. "Everything alright, Harry?" she asked, her voice warm with concern.

Harry nodded, smiling faintly. "Yeah, just thinking about tomorrow. It's a big opportunity."

Maura walked over and placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "You'll do great. Just be yourself and work hard. Jacob wouldn't have offered you the job if he didn't see something special in you."

Harry's smile widened. "Thanks, Maura. That means a lot."

Upstairs in Niall's room later that night, Harry lay on the bed with Niall already snoring beside him, reflecting on the day's events. He felt a surge of optimism and excitement for the future, a new hope for him and his mother. Little did he know, the encounter at The Crescent Moon had set into motion a series of events that would unfold in unexpected ways.

Outside, the streets had fallen silent, the red car long gone. The figure within it remained a mystery, his intentions hidden in the shadows of the night. For now, life continued as usual for Harry and Niall, but the unseen presence that had watched them was a reminder that their story was far from over.

As Harry drifted off to sleep, the city continued its rhythm, carrying with it the secrets and stories of all who lived within it. 

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Early mornings had always been tough for Harry. But today, something felt different - like the air around him had shifted.

He woke up with a sleepy smile, stretching his limbs out across the bed. Turning over, he spotted Niall still snoring loudly beside him. A mischievous grin crept onto Harry's face.

Bracing himself with a quiet laugh, Harry rubbed his palms together dramatically, then -

SLAM!

He launched himself onto Niall, bodyslamming face-first into the Irish boy and wrapping him in a tight hug.

By the time Harry had him locked in his grip, Niall had already groaned awake.

"Get the fuck off, Harryyyy!" Niall grumbled, muffled. "What the hell are you doing up this early?"

Harry burst out laughing but rolled off his friend, landing lightly on his feet.

"Because I like to turn your life into a living hell, my Irish charm!" He tossed Niall a cheeky wink and dashed out of reach, narrowly missing the pillow lobbed at his head.

Niall grumbled into the sheets, yanking the covers over his eyes as sunlight began to sneak in through the window.

"Cheeky bastard," he muttered. Still - a small smile curved at the corners of his mouth.

In the bathroom, Harry turned on the shower. He felt... giddy, unusually so. It was like something had clicked - like his life was finally starting to shift toward something brighter.

But, he made the mistake of looking at the mirror.

His curls were soaking wet, plastered against his head. His under-eyes were dark and sunken. His chest ached - breasts tender and warmer than usual. He knew his next cycle was coming soon, maybe within the week, judging by how his stomach cramped up sporadically, drawing in tight beneath his ribs, and down through the lower abdomen with a dull, dragging ache. His thighs too - tense and sore

His stomach looked flatter than usual - looking how he was barely eating properly and got by these few weeks. His arms and legs were stick-thin, like they didn't belong to him. He hated himself.

In short, he felt like shit.

But he had to stay strong.

His mother needed him.
And he needed himself.

He stared into the mirror a moment longer, his reflection staring back with quiet defiance.

Then, with a soft sigh, his eyes flicked to the memory of his college applications still stacked on his bedroom desk.

Even though he wanted to pursue his dreams, he didn't think he could - not with how financially unstable he was right now.

Niall and Maura had both offered to help, more than once. They said they'd do anything to support him. But he couldn't accept it.

He wouldn't.

He had to do this on his own. He couldn't let his burdens become anyone else's.

Another sigh escaped him.

God, the morning hadn't even properly started, and he'd already sighed a hundred times.

By the time Harry came downstairs, Niall and Maura were already seated at the breakfast table.

"Good morning, Maura," Harry said politely, rubbing the towel through his damp curls.

"Good morning, dear," Maura said, smiling warmly. "Take a seat - I made pancakes. I hope you like them."

"Thanks! They're my favorite - and I'm starving. Thank you so much, Maura!"

The boys dug in like they hadn't eaten in days.

Maura watched them with a fond, bemused smile. Teenagers. Always eating like wolves.

Still, her eyes softened as she looked between the two of them.

Harry was like a second son to her. He had grown on her over the years - so much, so fast. She still remembered the day Niall brought him home. They'd barely been eight years old. From that day on, they'd been inseparable.

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Harry adjusted the jacket over his shoulder as the afternoon sun dipped lazily behind the city’s skyline.

The weight of the crumpled notes tucked inside suddenly felt heavier than it should’ve. He’d tried to ignore it — tried to walk past the guilt.

He kept walking.

He made his way down the sidewalk, passing glass shop fronts and flickering neon signs, watching people move around him like life was just... easy. Teens around his age laughed loudly as they exited a nearby arcade. One of them held hands with a girl, swinging their arms between them. Another carried a bag of snacks and soda, carefree and grinning ear to ear.

They looked full. Full of energy. Of life. Of a kind of joy that didn’t belong to someone like him.

Harry tore his eyes away.

He clenched the strap of his bag tighter and kept walking, trying to ignore the gnawing inside his stomach. The only thing waiting for him back at the apartment was silence and a hard mattress. And, maybe, if he was lucky — Snowy.

That thought alone pulled a sigh from him. The pup had started waiting for him by the alley entrance now, her tiny white tail wagging the second she spotted him. She was always happy to see him — no matter how bad of a day it had been.

He couldn’t bring her home, no matter how much he wanted to. The landlord had a strict no-pets rule, and Harry was barely keeping himself afloat — let alone taking in another mouth to feed.

But that didn’t stop him.

If he had leftovers — which was rare — she got them. If not, he still made sure to grab a packet of biscuits. Cheap ones, but her favorite. Even when he went hungry, she didn’t.

“Snowy,” Harry had named her one evening, crouched beside her as she lapped all the crumbs of the biscuit from his palm. Common name, sure. But it was just perfect for her.

He frowned, remembering all he had left in his own kitchen was a can of expired beans.. And the last time he’d eaten was that morning at Niall's house.

His steps slowed as he reached the corner of the street. Across the road stood a small convenience store — light humming from inside, shadows of people moving between the aisles.

Harry stood still, staring at it from across the street. Fingers tightened around the edge of the jacket. That damned note and the bills still crumpled inside. His jaw clenched.

He wasn’t someone who begged. Or took handouts. No matter how nice the paper felt or how neatly the cursive L.T. was written.

But… he didn’t want to sleep hungry again. He didn’t want Snowy to stare up at him with those wide eyes like she was waiting for something he couldn’t give.

He stood on the corner for a long while.

People passed him by, but Harry didn’t move. He just stood there, his pride twisted in his chest like a blade.

Finally — with a quiet, resigned breath — he crossed the street.

He didn’t look back as he left the store.

Outside, the sun had dipped lower in the sky, casting long shadows on the concrete. The city moved around him, fast and uncaring. But at least now his hands carried a bag of food each.

Still, as he walked back toward that dark alley, the note felt like it was burning through his jacket.

“Who the hell are you, L.T.?” he muttered under his breath.