Debbra tried to balance as best she could between the pressure of so much work to deliver, the genuine need to keep going on with her own life, chores, training, hobbies, and the anticipation of the weekend together with Harry, his family and close friends.
It was already Thursday, the day to go back to the publishing house, where everyone thought she had been in Torhton Dale until the day before. They didn't even imagine the surreal adventure she had lived, the person, or rather, the celebrity she had rescued from the side of the road and death, the bond quickly tightened between her and her 'protégé'...
Debbra went to the company but didn't stay in the office long. She had already sent most of the outstanding material and stopped by just to show that she was alive, pick up some documents that had arrived in the mail, speak briefly with two of her bosses, have a coffee and get out, before anyone asked questions. too much and she betrayed herself and ended up revealing more than she should about her unbelievable retreat.
Harry called twice more, but he didn't show up to order coffee or anything else... Anne called to say that there were horses on the property where they were going for the weekend, so she could take something that would allow her to ride. Gemma called to say they were going in one car.
On Friday, as agreed, 2:00 pm sharp, a driver from his team showed up at her door to take her to Hampstead. The weather wasn't that great, it had rained all night, practically, and the day was cloudy and very cold.
Debbra packed a lean, efficient bag that fit into a stripped-down leather backpack. She wore light blue destroyed jeans, a tight brown knit with a roulè collar, a denim jacket that matched the pants, and chose boots to keep her feet warm and to have good mobility. It was nearly 3pm when she was greeted by a staff member at the grand front door of Harry's house. There was a little commotion near the entrance hall, and she could see a few small suitcases sitting on a nearby chaise.
The servant politely asked for her backpack and she handed it over, seeing it placed right there, next to the luggage that appeared to belong to Harry, his mother, and his sister. By the way, it was Gemma who came to meet her. "Hi! How are you? Looks like we're not going to be late, I'm glad you're here," she said, coming up to Debbra and hugging her effusively, kissing her on the cheek. It was a more affectionate family than the 'average British', Debbra thought.
Debbra was really enchanted by the way Gemma welcomed her, so tenderly. And she stopped for a few seconds appreciating the natural beauty of Harry's big sister. She was only four years older than he was and, in the childhood photos that had been published in the media throughout Harry's career, Debbra and the world had seen that when they were little, they were a little different. But, in adolescence and especially now, adults, they looked like copies of each other.
The same perfectly angled face, the same green eyes, the same delicate mouth that, in serious expressions, looked fragile and helpless. But it was enough for them to open a smile for the same mouths to become powerful, elegantly insinuating. They were absolutely beautiful.
In fact, they took after their mother, totally. Anne was wonderful, a beauty unlike that of ordinary Britons. She had a less fair skin tone than typical Britons. Dark hair, sparkling green eyes, an angelic face and a very bright and frank smile.
Gemma and Harry were also alike in genius. Each in their profession, they did everything with mastery. Gemma had become a successful businesswoman in fashion and communications. And his projects often mixed business and charity. She was always attentive to help non-governmental organizations and initiatives of social importance.
When Harry had become famous, right at the beginning of the boyband, Anne had caught the attention of the United Kingdom and the world, precisely because she was so beautiful. At the time, she was married for the second time, to Robin Twist, who had helped her raise her children, with whom he got along very well. Unfortunately Anne had lost Robin to cancer in 2017. She and her children had suffered a lot from the loss. Harry, including, always referred to his stepfather in interviews, with extreme respect and affection.
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Fanfiction"Harry just wanted some solitude and privacy. He wanted to remember what it was like to feel 'normal'. But he ended up on the verge of death, in a distant and dangerous place. When all seemed lost, she came to his rescue. And it changed life itself...
