(ONE MONTH IN NYC)


“What do you mean you’re stuck at the office?” I growled into the phone.

“I mean, we have to stay late to go over somethings.” Pete answered into the receiver.

“Peter, this is singlehandedly one of the biggest nights of my career.” I pinched the bridge of my nose.

“Babe, listen I understand that. But you have to understand that I also have a job.” He sighed.

“I get that! Okay, yeah I get that.” I snapped. “But you know how much this night means to me.”

“You’ll be great, Spenc. I’m sure of that.”

“But I wanted to be great by your side!” I rolled my eyes. “Can’t this wait?”

“No, I wish it could.” A loud ruckus rumbled through the phone.

“It doesn’t sound like you’re at the office.” I narrowed my eyes, even though he couldn’t see me.

“I had to run and get some coffee and dinner for the guys and myself.”

“Don’t you have an intern for shit like that?”

“This is an executive move we’re working on, so it’s just the higher ups left.” He started to sound impatient.

“Whatever Pete.” I snapped. “Have a nice night.”

“Spencer, please don’t…”

But that’s all I heard before I ended the call. I didn’t want to talk to him anymore. I didn’t want him to ruin the night more than he had. I let a deep breath out through my nose, willing the tears welling in my eyes to go away.

“You’ll look and be amazing with, or without him.” Linda, my hair stylist/make-up artist smiled through the mirror at me.

“Thanks Lin.” I sighed. “I just hate the fact that he always conveniently has to work late when a large event rolls around.”

“He’s gone to events before, hasn’t he?” she asked, knowing the answer.

“Well yeah, but that’s not the point.” I sighed. “Lately he’s been using every excuse in the book to get out of things.”

“Maybe you should try talking to him about it?” she shrugged.

“I’ve tried.”

“Let’s not fret about it now, you’ll ruin your makeup.” She smiled.

“Yeah, I know. You’re right.” I nodded. “Are you all finished with my hair?”

“Yes, ma’am. How’s it feel?”

“Good, tight but not ripping my scalp apart. It should do for tonight. You’ve made me presentable once again.” I stood up, hugging Linda.

“It’s not a very hard task, my dear.”

“Well you rock and I love you.” I smiled as my phone began to ring.

I looked down glancing at the ID, it was Celia, my manager. I was to attend and be the key speaker at an event for charity tonight. I had attended many events like this before, but this was the first one I’d been asked to speak at. I cleared my mind of negative thoughts and answered the phone.

“Hello?”

“Hey babe. Cars out front, you ready?” Celia was perky.

“I just have to slip my dress on and I’ll be down.” I said.

“Okay. Sounds good, I’ll send up Tim.” She said.

Tim was part of my security team. Yes, I, Spencer McMichael was big enough to have a security team these days. I didn’t like to have someone watching my every move, so much to the teams despair, they only escorted me to huge functions. If they had it their way, I’d be with someone almost all of the time.

I stood in front of the full length mirror in the bedroom as I slipped the dress on. Even though I now had a security team, a manager and a hair stylist, I enjoyed picking out or making my own clothes. I knew everyone had some type of personal stylist or shopper, but that wasn’t for me. I grew up with a famous mother, but I was never in the spotlight. My parents did an over the top job of keeping me and Ryanne away from the paparazzi and out of the tabloids. I wasn’t used to being pampered like a celebrity growing up. Mom wanted us to be normal and I’d say she did an okay job. It was nice every now and then for some help or guidance, but I generally stuck to what I wanted, not what someone else would think I’d look good in.

Ironically enough, I had made the worst dressed list a few times. But none of that mattered to me. I was going to be me all the way until my end of time. The social norms weren’t something I generally fit into regarding clothing. That’s what made my lines stand out so much. I keep with the trends as much as possible for my lines, but I also add the little flare that screams SPENCER MCMICHAEL. After all, my name was on the tags.

Linda helped me zip the back of my knee length, emerald green dress. I straightened the wrinkles in the front, checking myself out in the mirror. Linda was right, I didn’t look half bad. I looked modest but also incredible at the same time. After slipping on a nude pair of pumps, I grabbed my clutch and headed for the door. Linda would let herself up and lock up for me. There were very few people I trusted with my home and Linda was one of them.

“You look lovely.” Tim smiled as I shut the door behind me.

“Thanks, Tim.” I smiled back.

“Is Pete ready?”

“Change of plans, he isn’t coming.” I said sourly.

“Everything okay?” he looked concerned.

“Yeah, everything is fine. He just has to work.” I shrugged as we made our way to the elevator.

“Well, regardless we have everything set up and ready to go. Car’s running and cooled off for you, we’re running right on time, so no worries there. Ready?”

“Let’s do this.” I felt the normal twinge of excitement that I always got before a large event.


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(RED CARPET)

I enjoyed getting dolled up and walking down the red carpet for events as much as the next person, but I hated doing it alone anymore. When I first started attending events this glamorous, I was with Harry. He was always by my side, giving me words of encouragement and sneaking kisses here and there. It was fun, it was sexy, it was cool. And then when we broke up, I wouldn’t even dare to think about attending events. It took me almost a full year to step back onto a red carpet and feel happy about doing it. The first time was hard, being alone, having curious paps and fans around, and not having someone to sneak in a kiss or two here and there. I attended events by myself for about a year and half before I met Pete. I didn’t ask Pete to come onto the carpet with me until about 9 months into our relationship. Everyone knew we were together but I still was clinging to the original days of my red carpet events. Eventually, Pete came with me and that was it. I didn’t think of Harry any more after that. Since Pete starting joining me more and more often, it felt off without him. Yes, I always branched off to walk by myself for part of the carpet, but it still wasn’t the same being alone entirely.

Especially tonight, it didn’t feel right. Tonight was a huge stepping stone in my work with charity and Pete couldn’t bother to leave the office. I understood he had to put in the work to get the results, but that wasn’t an acceptable excuse for tonight. I wasn’t mad that Pete had a job that sometimes required him to work overtime, I had a job like that. What I was mad about is the fact that tonight is something that should have come before work. He’s high enough in the company to tell them that his girlfriend is going to be a keynote speaker for a charity event she helped plan. That’s what I was mad about. Any other night, I wouldn’t have been pissed that he couldn’t come. But tonight just wasn’t okay.

I let out a shaky breath as Tim opened my door to the public. I instantly wiped the sour mood, that I’m sure was written across my face, and stepped out. A smile that I was hoping would translate as happiness, not fake, spread across my cheeks. I took a few steps away from the car, looking around at the situation. There were fans and cameras lined up alike, it was a short walk from the car to the building but it wasn’t some over the top event. Sure, it was star studded but it was nothing like the Grammy’s or a movie premiers.

Tim briefed me on what was going to happen; walk, stop, pose, walk more, stop again, pose more, walk a few more steps, stop, pose and pose and pose, walk to the building, final wave to crowd, then enter. It was the same thing that happened every time. Except this time, we didn’t need to include Pete.

I made my way into the public eye and as usual, the screams increased. I smiled and waved as usual. I moved from spot to spot, waving, posing, sending kisses into the crowd, smirking at random things being shouted, and generally just enjoying myself. I was moving to my last X when I heard a laugh I would know anywhere. I whipped my head around seeing the couple I adored most.

Louis had his head thrown back in laughter as Emily smirked up at him, probably at the crude comment she had just whispered into her ear.

“Can I wait for them?” I asked Tim, nodding towards the pair.

“Umm.” He looked around. “Yeah, I don’t see why not.”

“Excellent.” I stood around, continuing to smile, wave, and satisfy the needs of the cameras.

Finally the couple was moving towards me, oblivious to me. They were so in love and wrapped up in one another, even with hundreds of eyes on them. It was endearing to see a pair that had been together so long and would stay together until the end of time. I smiled as Louis spotted me first.

Our greetings were all caught by the bystanders. Louis engulfed me in a huge hug, followed by another from Emily. I loved my friends, they made times when I needed a slight boost, even better.

“I’m so glad you guys are here!” I smiled as we all pulled apart.

I had been allowed to invite as many people as I had pleased due to the fact that I was speaking tonight. I invited a few people, most of whom were busy, including my family. It was an added sadness that my parents wouldn’t be in attendance for my first big charity movement. Then with Pete bailing, I was certainly not feeling 100 percent. Louis and Emily had been the first of my friends that I invited, followed by Liam and Rachel, Zayn and Niall, and of course Ana, her husband, and Kasi. Unfortunately, the only people who responded with positive news, was Emily and Louis.

“We wouldn’t miss it, babe!” Emily smiled widely.

“Of course, nothing is more important than our friend’s events.” Louis chuckled.

“I love you guys.” I grinned, my mood instantly changing.

“We love you!” the responded in unison.

“Get out of here, me and Spenc need to get some pics.” Emily shoved Louis back.

Louis stepped a few paces behind us, posing on his own while Emily and I chatted and smiled.

“So where’s Pete?” she asked quietly, keeping a smile plastered to her face.

I felt my smile falter but quickly got it back. “He had to work late or something.”

“What a prick.” She changed her face to something serious.

“I know, I’m so irate.” I rolled my eyes, knowing it wasn’t my best move.

“Well you look hot as fuck, so there’s that.” She winked, nudging my side. “He’ll be pissed he missed you in this dress.”

“It’s his loss really.” I shrugged.

Our moment was cut short by Louis working his way in between us. He placed an arm behind each of our backs, turning us back towards the cameras and fans.

“So are you excited to speak?” he questioned softly.

“Elated. I’m so proud of my work and this opportunity.” I smiled bigger than I had all night.

“We can’t wait to be a part of this.” Emily looked down the row at me.

“I’m just glad someone I invited could come.” I said with a chuckle.

“Well we are happy to be here.” Emily squeezed my hand behind Lou’s back.

“We probably should tell you something though…” Louis trailed.

“What?” I looked at him sternly.

“Well we figured you want to know that…”

He was cut off by Tim, interrupting our moment to drag me away.

“You’re needed inside, Spencer.” Tim said authoritatively.

“Hold that thought, tell me after, okay?” I smiled at the pair.

They nodded, sharing a look that made me nervous. I couldn’t even imagine what would be so important that Louis felt the need to warn me about something before I spoke. I shrugged as Tim spat off the list of things that I needed to do before I took the stage. I wasn’t really listening to Tim like I should have been, but I knew someone else would tell me the same things a billion more times.

I closed my eyes for a brief second as Tim and I rode an elevator to someplace I was supposed to be. I needed to breathe, clear my mind, forget about everything and anything that didn’t involve my speech or the charity.



(AT EVENT-after speech)

“What a beautiful speech that was, darling.” Jennifer Aniston drew me in for a hug. “I really would like to set something up, maybe team up on a special event or something.”

I was in a brief shock that Jennifer was even talking to me. But as quickly as the shock came, I snapped myself out of it.

“Of course, that would great.” I smiled back at her.

“Excellent! I’ll be in touch.” She said. “It was a pleasure meeting you.”

“Thanks, same to you.” I nodded as she walked away.

The event was set up in the manner of a dinner, my speech, drinking, dancing and donating. We had gone through the dinner and speech stage and were currently entering the dancing and drinking stage, the donating never stopping all night.

Emily and Lou had found pleasant conversation with other people when I was approached by Jennifer. I had decided to not interrupt and just relax for a second. Emily and Louis had really been my rock through this entire event. From the carpet, to dinner and finally giving the speech. I couldn’t have been happier they came, but it was time to let them do mingling on their own now.

I had been mingling with the other guests in attendance for a few hours, after giving my speech. That’s what you did here, you came, ate, listened to all the philanthropists speak, myself included, mingle and donated, and then drank once all the business was done. It was nearing eleven, which was telling me it was my time to hit the bar before someone else came in between us.

I found a stool and patiently waited for the waiter to take my order. After ordering a gin and tonic, I decided I’d rather sit at the bar instead of find my way back into the crowd. I watched the gathering buzzing from my seat, it seemed like it was going well. I was hoping to have done the foundation proud and to hopefully raise some important awareness. I sipped my drink feeling accomplished as the stool next to me became occupied. I looked over at the new body only to find myself rolling my eyes.

“They let anyone in now a days, don’t they?” I said dryly.

“They let anyone speak these days too it seem.” He smirked.

“This must have been what Louis was trying to tell me earlier.” I mumbled with an eye roll.

“What’s that?” he asked, realizing he probably wasn’t meant to hear it at all.

I was wondering how I hadn’t seen Harry before now. When I was speaking, although I had hot lights beating down on me, I could still see the audience. After speaking, I had been all around the room schmoozing and talking with the guests in attendance. How hadn’t I seen him?

I rolled my eyes again, shrugging off the thought, taking another sip of my strong drink. “Can I help you with something?”

“No, I just wanted to come over here and tell you that I think what you are doing is quite incredible actually. You alone are helping far more kids than could hope for a better life.”

“Well I don’t need my money as much as some other people do.” I shrugged.

“You’re right.” He nodded. “I’d like to get involved somehow.”

“You’ll have to find Judith and talk to her about that. I just spoke tonight, I don’t run the organization.” I looked at him.

“Okay, yeah. I’ll talk to her.” he smiled as the bartender came over to us.

“Refill ma’am?” he asked me.

“Yes and he’ll have a Stella.” I nodded at my company.

“You still remember my beer of choice?” a smug smirk spread across his face.

“How could I forget, Harry?” I sighed.

“I don’t know. I’m just surprised, that’s all.”

“Why are you here?” I asked, sounding ruder than intended.

“I was invited.” He raised an eyebrow.

“No shit.” I glared at him.

“Well you asked.” He chuckled.

“Whatever, I mean like why are you here, next to me, ruining my alone time at the bar?” I narrowed my eyes at him.

“I just came over to get a word or two in with the woman of the hour.”

“Well there they are.” I mumbled.

“Hmm? You’re mumbling a lot tonight.” He tried to joke.

“Whatever, are you going to sit here for a bit? I have to run to the restroom and don’t want to waste my drink.”

“Yeah, just gonna drink my beer.” he nodded at the fresh drink.

I stood up, heading towards the bathrooms first. I needed to figure out how I felt about being here without Pete and then of course how I felt about running into Harry. I wasn’t totally shocked to see him, I was totally shocked that he approached me. Usually, we’d be yelling and ripping each other’s face off, however, ever since the day he took me home drunk from work, things had been different.

When he had shown up at the office to finish his fitting, he had been nothing but cordial and polite. It was a different Harry than I had seen in the past few years. I wasn’t sure why all of a sudden he decided to start being nice. At Liam and Rachel’s dinner party, he was nothing but an asshole. And that’s when it clicked in my mind. When Zara was nowhere to be seen, he was sweet as can be. But as soon as she was in the picture, he was cold and callous. And then another thought clicked, did he still like me?

In my mind, I sounded so high school. Worrying about if a boy liked me, or if he was just being nice. I was certainly curious as to what Harry’s angle was. Why would it matter anyways? I loved Pete, he “loved” Zara. We hadn’t been together or even as much as seen each other for years. Why all of sudden did he want to be nice and show up where I was?

I had no intentions of ever getting back together with Harry. Even if my relationship didn’t work out with Pete, I wasn’t going back to Harry. There was no way. We had been down that road once and look where it got us. Harry and I were toxic together. It wasn’t a situation I would want to put myself through. Sure, the more I drank the more I was curious to hang out and see what tricks he thought he had up his sleeve. But that was the thing, the only time I was interested in seeing what game Harry was playing, was when I was drinking. If that wasn’t a sure sign that I was completely over him, then I really don’t know what else would prove it.

I freshened up and headed back to the bar to see Harry still sitting there. He was chatting with a busty blonde, not holding back on the dimples. I took my seat on the stool again, ignoring the two next to me. I wasn’t interested in hearing the surely repulsive exchange. I downed my drink in one go before another thought dawned on me. Harry wasn’t interested in getting me back, he was interested in toying with me. Coming over to chat, flirting with a questionable looking girl, who was probably just someone’s daughter. He wasn’t interested at all. He was just playing the game to get under my skin and it wasn’t going to work.

I sighed, flagging the bartender back over. He refilled a third drink in the short amount of time I had been sitting here. I slowly sipped this one, enjoying the feeling of the gin entering my bloodstream. If I had to sit here next to this shit show of drunk flirting, then I was going to enjoy my drink as well.

The girl finally got up, leaving me alone with Harry again. I wasn’t facing him, but that didn’t stop him from engaging in conversation again.

“Some people can’t take a hint.” He sighed.

“Yeah, tell me about it.” I looked him directly in the eye.

“I can go if you don’t want me here.” He looked back at me.

“I mean that would…” I started but was cut off.

“There you are!” Emily wrapped an arm around me. “We’ve been looking all over for you!”

“And we certainly didn’t expect to find you with this bloke.” Louis pointed at Harry.

“Me either. He’s like a plague you can’t get rid of.” I rolled my eyes.

“Charming.” He shook his head.

“So Lou and I wanted to head over to Club 67, do you want to join us?” Emily held my hands, pleaded with her eyes for me to come.

“Sure, sounds fun.” I shrugged, finishing my drink.

“How many is that now?” Harry eyed me.

“Like 3, want to join us and watch me drink eight more?” I joked.

“Yeah Harry, come with us.” Louis added.

“I don’t think she was being serious, Lou.” Emily whispered.

“Yeah, I think I’ll come.” Harry challenged me.

“Fine, let’s go.” I huffed.

I gathered my belongings and said goodbye to the important people I needed too. After roughly an hour of more talking and goodbyes, we were ready to go. Louis and Emily had planned everything all out, getting an SUV to take us to the club. I looked around for them before spotting them by the entrance of the hall. I made my way over, luckily not being stopped by anyone else.

“Ready?” I smiled as I reached them, ignoring Harry’s look.

“Are you sure?” Louis asked.

“Yeah, let’s do this, I need a good night out.” I tucked an arm through Louis.

Emily fell into step with Harry, talking to him in hushed tones. I could only assume that she was angrily whispering about me and him, but I tuned her out to listen to Louis.

“Tonight was swell start to finish. You should really be proud of everything you have going on right now.” Louis smiled down at me. “You’re an incredible person, whose heart is too big for her tiny frame.”

“I think a heart can be as big as you want it to be. You don’t have to be cold towards something that you’re afraid of, or don’t want to hear about. Things like this is what the media won’t show to the public, but it’s what they need to see. People need our help more than ever and no one wants to deal with it.” I sighed.

“And that’s why me and the boys are going to jump in on this. I know Harry has already expressed interest in this before but this is really just the final push we needed. The lads will be excited.”

“Harry’s talked about this before?” I questioned.

“Yeah, he’s a real big supporter of charities.” Louis shrugged.

“Well I knew that.” I sighed. “Just surprises me he’s interested in the charity I work so closely with.”

“You could be involved in something dealing with rolling around in horse shit and Harry would be interested.” Louis chuckled.

“What do you mean?”

“Oh come on, don’t make me spell it out for you, love.” Louis looked at me, I looked back with a blank, confused stare. “For fucks sake, the boy follows your every move. He knows what you’re doing before you do. He googles you, he calls you but presses end before it can connect. He has it so bad it’s ridiculous.”

“That’s absurd.” I laughed. “He’s dating Zara.”

“He’s dating her, but he doesn’t really like her.” Lou shrugged.

“Then why doesn’t he break up with her?” I questioned.

“She’s filling a void temporarily for him right now. She looks like you, but she isn’t you. She’s giving him that little bit of love and attention he needs to try and distract himself. I think it worked more so at the beginning of their relationship but it’s fading. He’ll either dump her and move on or just stay with her and pretend to care and like her.”

“He’s so miserable, isn’t he?” I sighed.

“Yes. And seeing you so genuinely happy is killing him.”

“Well I don’t want him back, you know that right?” I had to make sure he knew that.

“Spencer, we all know that. It’s honestly probably better that you guys aren’t together. We all saw what happened.”

I laughed loudly, thinking about the whirlwind of a relationship I held with Harry. From the alcohol and drugs, partying, the fighting and the vicious words spoken to one another to the loving and tender moments we shared. It was truly the most unpredictable and unstable relationships to ever exist.

We reached the door to the actual outside of the venue, knowing the wall of paps and fans that more than likely stood before us. After letting Tim know what I was doing, he had talked to Lou’s bodyguards and made sure they didn’t need him to come along. When the told him we’d be fine he took off for the night. We met up with two large men, greeting Louis like a long lost friend. Once Harry and Emily caught up, they let us know the situation outside and told us the car was ready. We prepared ourselves for the worst, as always.

Emily and I headed out first, letting the guys follow us. As predicted and prompted for, the paparazzi blinded us with their camera flashes. The guards held them back as best as possible, most of them not being able to get a picture unless they backed off. A fan tried getting to the four of us, causing me to jump back, bumping into Harry’s chest. The fan had startled me, but I tried to not let it show. I caught my breath for a quick second as Emily and Louis carried forwards. Harry placed a reassuring hand on my lower back, pulling me back into reality. I snapped my head towards him, giving him the most unpleasant face I could muster.

“What are you doing?” I spat through gritted teeth so the paps couldn’t read my lips or hear me clearly.

“Just making sure you’re okay.” He whispered into my ear, trying to keep himself hushed as well.

“Well don’t, I’m fine.” I turned back around, only to be blindsided with a massive amount of flashes directly to my face.

This time, I wasn’t fine. The flashes nearly blinded me and mixed with the strong amount of alcohol my three drinks held and my thin heels, I wasn’t fine by any means.

“And now you aren’t.” he rolled his eyes, replacing his hand on my back.

I took a few steps forward, realizing I was seeing major spots. Reluctantly and against my better judgement, I reached for the nearest body to me; Harry’s. I was hoping to have my hand land on a bodyguard but of course it was Harry. I practically felt like I was blind. I had spotty vision and needed help, definitely needed help. I was hoping a bodyguard would step in but it seemed like they probably had a little bit of a bigger problem at hand; not letting the paps and fans get so close. So right now, sadly and much to my dismay, Harry was a lone option with Louis and Emily safe in front of the flash attack.

I felt Harry’s engulf my entire hand with part of his. He kept one hand on my back, while the other helped me find stability. He walked us forward a few steps, grip tightening as we went. While this really wasn’t something that I wanted to be seen by the public, he gave me a sense of security in that moment. The tabloids would blow it out of proportion and everything would go askew until it blew over, but some weird part of me was glad he was being a gentlemen now and not an asshole.

“Zara is going to kill me.” I mumbled quietly, leaning up to talk directly near his ear.

“Pete is going to kill me, bring me back to life to clean up the mess then say fuck it and kill me again.” He whispered back to me.

“I still don’t enjoy you.” I added for good measures.

“And I still don’t enjoy you.” he retorted.

I blinked a few more times before regaining my full vision, spots completely gone. I looked up directly into Harry’s eyes, searching for any amount of emotion with no luck. I cut my gaze off when I realized we had been standing in this position for a second too long. I removed my hand from his and confidently walked myself the rest of the way to the car. I slid in the open door, moving to the back row. Unfortunately, Harry had to join me back here. After he slid in and the door was closed, I lost my cool.

“Why the fuck would you do that?” I barked.

“What, help you?” he questioned.

“Yes! I was fine.”

“You were half blind, you weren’t fine.” He rolled his eyes, Louis and Emily ignoring our fighting entirely.

“I would have made it. Someone else could have helped me.” I glared at him.

“Okay, fine. Have it your way. Next time you’re blinded by paparazzi getting too close to you, I’ll let you stumble around blind for a few minutes on your own.”

“Next time? There will never be a next time!” I yelled. “I never want to be near you again.”

“Well you’ll have to see me for my suit fittings, and fashion week, and Liam’s wedding, and another One Direction related you decide to come too, and…”

“Fuck you.” I spat.

“Spencer.” he tried.

“I said, fuck you.” I slapped him across the face.

I crossed my arms, not feeling bad about my reaction. I know I didn’t need to blow up, but the boy was so infuriating. He was literally the worst kind of human being. He was polite when he wanted to be and nasty in the same way. He played games with my mind and I hated it. It didn’t matter what Louis told me. It didn’t matter if he was still hopelessly in love with me. I hated Harry Styles. Any ounce of something making things better between us was now gone. I know I was just as much to blame for the situation outside, but I couldn’t help but lash out at him.

Thanks to that, I was now going to have to do major damage control with Pete and the press. Celia was never pleased to hear of me making bad headlines. Even if it was publicity, it wasn’t the kind I strive for. Something harmless was going to be turned into a monstrosity of a story. I didn’t need to have the universe thinking I had the hots for Harry again. I would never have the hots for him ever. I wanted to scream, and punch something. I wanted Harry Styles out of my life. Permanently.

Notes

hey guys!

sorry for the delay in between chapters. i was having a hard time coming up with something that was exactly what i wanted. i wanted some form of something to happen between the two, but i couldn't decide how to make it happen. but this chapter is a great set up to opening up the story to what we really came here for.... ~~SPENCER AND HARRY~~ .....obviously. lol so let me know what you think, it's caught a long one. just a few words shy of 5,500. crazy. i always enjoy your feedback, it keeps me going!

thanks for reading and i hope you enjoyed

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