Fresh out The Slammer

Silent Dinners (Chapter 1)

Hi guys ! Here I am again with a new story after all those years !!

This story is inspired by Taylor Swift's Song 'Fresh out the Slammer' and the TTPD album in general. This story will include little story lines, quotes and titles from this song and I hope you'll like the concept.

I don't know how often I will be able to update chapters but I'll give my best ! You can always write me ideas, criticism and comments <3

I think that's all I have to say for now. Enjoy reading this story !

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Splintered back in winter, silent dinners, bitter 

It was a breezy November night, you could feel the last touches of fall on your skin but winter slowly started to make its entrance.

Still, it was like any other day for Harry. Not that it mattered, this was just his lifestyle. Fancy dinners, high class gatherings, wine tastings, overpriced lunches....the list goes on.

Like any other day, Harry found himself at an event with Domenic, his soon to be husband. When they first met, Harry didn't actually think they would ever end up together, it was actually his parents who set them up.

They thought Domenic was the perfect match for Harry. He was smart, well educated, posh and endearing. And he still is. It's just that Harry was never able to see himself with Domenic.

Because while Domenic is all of those things, Harry was always interested in other qualities. He searched someone who was adventurous, funny and full of life. Maybe Harry was just childish and was looking for something out of his world.

Because Harry grew up in a wealthy family and he shouldn't see it as a burden because let's face it: if he got himself a nice lad who his parents approve of why would he complain?

And so here he sat, next to Domenic at a huge table surrounded by men in suits and women in elegant dresses and expensive jewellery.

Harry wore a patterned colourful suit with his Chelsea boots. Earlier, Domenic had slightly judged him for his choice of outfit.

"Are you really gonna wear that, babe?", he had asked.

"Yes, why?", Harry had scrunched his nose.

"It's nothing, you do look amazing. It's just that today there are very important people at the dinner and your parents reminded me that we should present ourselves from our best side if we still thinking about buying the new property in Manhattan", he had explained.

Harry had rolled his eyes at that. Domenic and him were thinking about moving in together and his parents had been so supportive about it that they immediately contacted every real estate agent in town.

If it were up to Harry, he wouldn't make such a big fuss about the whole thing but it seems like everyone in his family wants to make a big deal out of it. It's not like he can change it.

Domenic's comment still annoys Harry when he thinks of it. He knows that he meant it in the nicest way possible but it only reminded him of one of the things that annoy Harry about this whole lifestyle. Everyone is always so judgmental.

He was also tired of listening to the same conversations over and over again. Which is why he didn't engage in the conversations.

"Darling, could you please try to at least look interested? I mean it's our future that we're discussing right now", Domenic discreetly said to Harry, hinting at the real estate agents sitting next to them.

Harry felt slightly offended by that. "Oh, I'm sorry that I don't want to discuss my future with people who couldn't care less about me", he rolled his eyes.

Domenic looked stunned. "Harry, what are you talking about? Your mum picked these agents just for us".

"And did she ever asked me if I wanted her to do that? No. But apparently I have no say in this". Harry knew that he was exaggerating and he shouldn't let this out on his boyfriend but he was so fed up with it.

"I think you're overreacting. She just wants the best for you and your future", Domenic reasoned and that was Harry's last straw.

He began to stand up from his seat to get away from Domenic because it's always the same. Domenic is always on his parents' side and twice versa.

As he left to take fresh air, Domenic tried to stop him but Harry just wanted to get away and collect his thoughts. Was he overreacting? Domenic sat there and tried to plan for their future and Harry was being a brat about it.

With all these thoughts that clouded his head, Harry completely missed the body he stumbled into.

"Watch where you're going Bambi. If you can't put your pretty legs to use, I surely can".

That put Harry right out of his trance and made him stare at the man that he stumbled into. The first thing he noticed was his blue eyes. They completely distracted him from the obscene things that just came out of this stranger's mouth.

He had pretty thin lips, a beard surrounding them. Harry immediately noticed his sharp cheekbones. He looks like he hadn't shaven in a week and the rest of his appearance looks pretty out of place. Because he wasn't wearing a suit nor expensive clothes, he just wore black jeans, a ripped shirt and a black leather jacket.

Jesus, he had to take a grip on himself. That man's comment was so rude, but Harry probably stared too long to come up with a good answer now.

"Like what you see?", the blue-eyed stranger said with a smirk.

"Excuse me?!", Harry stuttered out.

The man just laughed, how rude.

"Don't worry, you are quite the sight, too", he looked Harry up and down with a certain glint in his eyes.

Harry was outraged at that strangers behaviour. He seemed to have no manners at all and he was wasting Harry's time, he didn't want to deal with this anymore. He had enough on his mind.

"What the hell is wrong with you?", Harry asked that man.

"I dare you to find out", the stranger winked at him and that was enough to make Harry finally leave this weird interaction.

What was that?

Harry was so confused, who was that man and what was he doing here? His edgy appearance and his use of language proved that he didn't belong here.

Yet, Harry felt a bit agitated although he can't explain why. That man was kinda rude to him and spoke to him like he was some kind of prostitute, no one has ever talked to Harry like that.

But he didn't feel offended, not quite.

Harry shook himself out of his trance. He should rather get back to Domenic and apologise for his behaviour instead of thinking about that strange man and his encounter with him.

But something tells Harry that this wasn't the last encounter with that man...

He ignored the weird feeling in his stomach for the rest of the night and continued doing what he's supposed to do: not worry about anything and enjoying this dinner. But something tells Harry that this wasn't the last encounter with that man...

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That's it for now, I kept this chapter rather short so you can get a rough idea what this story will be like :) Let me know what you think !