The Brit & The Blonde

Chapter 7 - The Morning After

THE NEXT MORNING... 11 AM...

Harry wakes up, head ringing and in his bed. Though last night he would've believed he wouldn't be able to remember anything from the night, he can. He can remember everything clearly. The club they went to was dark, bright flashing lights everywhere. Loud unrecognizable music blasted through his bones all night long. He met some of Collin's friends. First was Brett, a super tall and muscular man who he swears talked to everyone in the club that night about everything. Then there was Eve, who wore almost nothing and was basically attached to Collin's other friend Beau, who talked all night about stocks and all the money he gets every day.

Other than meeting Collin's friends, all Harry really remembers doing is being handed drinks, finishing those drinks, and then getting handed even more drinks. He danced with Collin, Collin's friends, and some random people surrounding him. And the best part of it all, he remembers having fun. He hasn't had this much fun... well... ever. That was his first experience at a club and he will never forget it.

After 30 minutes of lying in bed and staring into the ceiling, Harry forces himself up and out of bed. He realizes he is still wearing the suit Collin gave him, though now there are a lot of wrinkles and even a stain on the left sleeve that Harry is so pissed about, but doesn't remember how he got it. He walks over to the kitchen where his phone is sitting on the counter. He grabs it, but it's dead. He plugs it into the outlet before taking the suit off and grabbing some sweats and a t-shirt to throw on.

Putting his slippers on, Harry walks out of his apartment and upstairs to Collin's room. He knocks on the door.

"Hey Hare," Collin says loud and energetically as he opens the door.

"Ow." His loud voice shakes Harry's brain.

"Sorry. Come on in." Collin is dressed very fashionably like he's ready to take a photoshoot in central park.

"Here's your suit." I begin handing it over to him.

"Oh no, keep it."

"What?"

"Yeah, I've got plenty of suits and if you plan on getting a great job then you'll need a nice suit."

"Thanks. Thank you so much!" Harry is shocked and happy.

"Just get it washed before you go out in it."

"Will do. By the way, do you know where that stain came from?" They both laugh.

"Well... " The two laugh as Collin reminds Harry of the events from last night.

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Mac woke up worried. He barely slept all night worried about where Harry was and who he was with. He knows Harry knows no one but him, so who is he with? He knows Harry knows almost nothing of the area yet, so where would he have gone? By eight in the morning, Mac gets out of bed and goes for a run. He just keeps running and running. He eventually stops and gets a coffee at a small shop he finds. He sits there thinking. He just relaxes and thinks about everything.

In the end, the only thing Mac can think about is how much he loves Harry and that all he wants to do is make sure he is safe, healthy, and happy. So he leaves the coffee shop and runs miles more until he reaches Harry's building. It's a little after 11 and Mac goes up to Harry's apartment. When he knocks on the door he holds his breath, he waits and waits, hoping he is home and safe and that there is some funny story about where he was last night. No answer. He knocks again.

"Mac?" Mac turns around to see Harry walking in sweats and slippers.

"Hey." They hug.

"It's so good to see you! When did you get back?"

"Last night... I tried to come and see you..."

"Oh, I was actually out with a friend last night." They walk into Harry's place.

"Oh... friend?"

"Yeah. Collin. He lives upstairs. His friend was throwing a party at some club, he invited me."

"Cool. Cool."

"It was fun. I have a bit of a headache though."

"Yeah, that sometimes happens."

"Were you worried about me?"

"Well, of course, a little, but I know you're tough."

"Yeah. Well, what do you want to do today?"

"I don't know. I really just want to hang with you."

"Then how 'bout you go home. And don't take a shower, I like you sweaty. I'll be there in an hour and we'll spend all day in your room."

"A plan has never sounded so amazing." They kiss, Harry running his hands through Mac's sweaty hair. "See you soon."

"Love you."

"Love you too." Mac leaves, Harry closing the door behind him.

Mac stands there for a second, taking a breath in and smiling. He runs off while Harry walks to his kitchen and picks up his phone. On the screen, he sees ten missed calls and a bunch of texts.

MAC: At ur place. You home?

MAC: ???

MAC: Where are you?

MAC: Are you okay?

MAC: I'm really worried!!!

MAC: Please respond... please...

MAC: Just let me know you're okay

MAC: Love you so much

MAC: Going to bed, I'll try again in the morning

MAC: Just woke up, you awake?

MAC: Going for a run, hope to hear from you soon

"Oh..." Harry instantly feels bad.

He sits down and places his hands on his head. He looks at those texts and takes a deep breath in.

"Damn."