No Time to Die [H.S]

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HARRY

Zoning out is my only hope at the moment.

The entirety of today has involved 3 tailors, 5 stylists, and a shit load of whiskey glasses left around. I was suffocating in a pool of randoms just doing their jobs. I woke up terribly to the sound of my stepmother yelling throughout the house about today's ball. I don't even know why she cares this much, it's not like she's ever been interested in anything involving me.

It was a bloody dreadful way to wake up. I felt completely exhausted while I was making my way into my bathroom earlier, caught myself several times from slipping in the shower each time my head tilted back while I started to snooze again.

That was around 10 hours ago, now I'm in the ballroom- with my forearms resting the bar countertops alongside my brother and mates. They've been making today more bearable, knowing I'm completely out of the element with everything occurring. Today was the day I'd be introduced to my bachelorette.

My brother Ezra has been doing everything to make me feel comfortable today, constantly reminding me that it won't be as bad as my hag of a stepmom has been saying.

"You better not mess this up kid"

Being opposed to meeting her isn't an option, in all fairness, I wouldn't have either. She probably feels just as nervous as me. She is younger than me which is the small fraction of information I was able to get about her. All I knew was that she is a 21-year-old living in Mexico.

I don't know what she looks like either, not needing to regardless but just wanting to put a face to her name.

Gabriella Santos de la Cruz.

The lengthiest name I've heard. Pretty no doubt.

I lift my right wrist to check my watch once more- realizing it's 7 on the dot and I've yet to see her.

"Imagine she ditched you, tough one" hearing the prominent English accent echo in my ear.

I turn my head to the left to see none other than my brother Apollo. The little shit that has no filter.

"Shut Up polo, it's still early" I was looking towards the ground now whilst twirling the silk liquor in my glass.

"Mhm," Apollo hummed, directing his attention to his freshly lit cigar. "How are you feeling so far though, I mean eventually she'll come- what's your game". Tipping his head to the ceiling and letting puffs of smoke drift out of the corners of his mouth.

I kept silent for a moment. "I'm just going to talk to her, I don't know why everyone seems like I'll scare her away if I don't plan it out." Apollo stayed quiet before I hastily ground out, "She's probably scared shitless for just having to come all the way here to meet me, I just want her to be comfortable. For all I know she might not even want to bother trying to go through with this, or what if she hates me even if I try to make it work. You can't expect me to go through when everything-"