summary: in which harry is a divorce lawyer and y/n really needs his help
8.3k words
warnings: mentions of domestic abuse, y/n is pregnant, lawyer stuff that i have no idea about lol
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Her leg hasn't stopped shaking. She's been sitting in the office for all of ten minutes, but the nice receptionist and the neutral colored decor of the lobby did nothing to calm her nerves. In fact, the leather of the seat she was sitting on squeaked every time she moved her foot.
Only the sound of the receptionist occasionally taking phone calls keep her out of her head. (Y/N) had asked herself several times on the way here if this was real. Sure, the phone call she had the week prior was official enough, but actually being there, at the firm, made her stomach twist in a way that wasn't pleasant. When she arrived, with shaky hands and an even shakier voice, the woman at the front desk was nothing but accommodating. (Y/N) couldn't help but think she knew why she was here. It's a bit embarrassing if she's honest.
Still, she let the woman know she was here and the receptionist named Jill told her to have a seat and wait for just a few minutes for a meeting to finish up. The tissue she brought in her purse ended up being wrung several times over in her hands, now only in pieces because of her anxiousness. There was nothing else to do but stare at the sandy carpeted floor, shake her leg, and pass the unused (for now) tissue back and forth between her hands.
Anyone in this situation would be stressed. (Y/N)'s entire life is going to change in just months. It had been four, long grueling years and now she was finally on her way to freedom. Not without a little resistance you could call it, from the other side. So, she has every right to be scared and nervous and stressed. Even though stress is exactly the last thing she needs right now.
She had been through so much already, she just wants it to finally be over with. And apparently, going to a length such as this is the only way to do it.
"Miss (Y/N), you're good to back now," Jill spoke up, slightly leaning over the dark wood desk she was sitting at. Her stomach dropped. She had been waiting for several minutes, but now that it's here, she wishes she never went through with it in the first place.
But still, she gathered up every stitch of courage from every tiny place in her body and stood from the comfortable chair. She smiled at Jill before thanking her.
"No problem, sweetie. He's the last door on the left. Please, let me know if I can get you anything." (Y/N) could see the masked sympathy on her face. She had been getting quite a bit of that lately. They see her condition and the lack of ring on her finger and feel sorry for her. If anything, (Y/N) feels relieved. She guesses it's something most people don't understand.
She made her way down the long hallway with several other oak office doors. She looked over the names, despite knowing the room she needed to be in was further on down the hall. Anything to slow down the process of getting there.
Finally, she reached the door with a plaque next to it, holding the name of the man she had previously spoken on the phone with. He was nice and understanding then and she hopes he's the same way today during their very first consultation. She can't handle one more person not believing her story and thinking she's dramatic to be going this far. He's had to have seen cases like this before, it can't be anything new.
She knocked, feeling her stomach drop all over again. She should just turn and leave and pay him for his time. She's so nervous. Adam didn't believe she would do this, but she's tired of being treated like she's nothing and her feelings don't matter.
The door opened and what lay behind it was what she least expected. He was tall. Much taller than she assumed. He looked nothing like how she imagined in her mind, but at the same time, he was exactly what she had thought up in her head.
