euphoric (n.s. AU)

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really sorry for the wait but wow! five years of One Direction. words cannot describe how much I love them.

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*Harry's POV*

I wake up to the sound of my alarm blaring next to me. I reach a lazy hand towards the buzzing device, swiftly turning it off and sitting up in my bed. I look to the left, watching Marissa sleep peacefully next to me. Planting a small kiss on her forehead, I stand up from my spot on the bed, rubbing my tired eyes with the palm of my hands. I slowly walk into the bathroom connected to my bedroom, flipping the light switch on before shutting the door quietly behind me, careful not to wake Marissa. I drag my body towards the shower, setting the water to my liking and stepping in. The warm water caresses my body so gently, prompting me to throw my head back in bliss. I stayed up late last night, making some finishing touches on my project before submitting it to the customer right before the deadline. I've always tried my best to get a project in long before the deadline, but my new intern has had me distracted. I think back to the conversation we had the day prior, about how I had misjudged his character and he had misjudged mine. Well, not completely. Some of what he said had some truth to it, except the part about Marissa being my wife. Not yet, at least. I finish my shower and hop out, standing in front of the mirror while I brushed my teeth. I dip my head down to the sink, spitting out the leftover toothpaste and bringing my mouth to the faucet, taking in some water to switch around. As I bring my eyes back to the mirror in front of me, my eyes meet a reflection I've never seen before. I jump back, so startled by my sudden change in appearance that all of the water in my mouth spills out onto the floor in front of me.

"What the hell?" I mumble to myself, stepping closer to the mirror to examine the change. I bring my hand up to my face to examine the skin there, which looked torn and shredded in my reflection. My eyes were swollen shut, my nose was completely broken, and blood was dripping from open wounds left by missing chunks of flesh. I must be dreaming. My heart pounding in my chest, I swing open the mirror doors, revealing a medicine cabinet behind it and snatch out the bottle of ibuprofen sitting there, hastily opening it and tossing a few in my mouth, before putting it back in its former spot and slamming the mirror shut. Once the mirror is in front of me again, my imagine has shifted once more - back to its original state. I gasp, touching my face again to make sure everything was back to normal. My eyes were no longer swollen, my nose was not broken, and my flesh was all intact. I stand in front of the mirror for a few more moments, staring at my reflection - I must really be exhausted. I shake my head, trying to brush off the frightening occurrence and rush back into the dark room I came from. Just to put my mind at ease, I check my reflecting again in the full body mirror that sits next to our closet, turning on the light to get a good look. Yet, the outcome was the same; my reflection was normal. However, my hands were still shaking and my heart was still pounding, thinking back to what I saw in the mirror in the bathroom. I let out a small sigh of relief, before swinging the closet door open and grabbing a few items of clothing. I decide to go for something a little less formal that what I normally wear, hoping that being comfortable will help ease my nerves. I pull on a pair of black jeans, a white T-shirt and a black blazer, before grabbing my phone from the nightstand and sending my assistant a short text.

Harry // I'll be there by 8am. 

Allison always knew what time I would be there, as I was there at that time every single day. But it felt like a courtesy to text her every morning, as it's become a habit now. I place another soft kiss to Marissa's head before shoving my phone in my pocket and rushing down the stairs, hoping to beat the morning traffic and get there on time. As I walk through the kitchen, I look at the bowl of fruit sitting on the island. I decide against having anything to eat, any appetite I had ruined by the happenings of the morning. I walk about the back door into the garage, a little breeze tugging at my hair from the garage door being left open before getting in my car and starting the engine. I sighed and backed out of the driveway, starting the long journey to work. I look towards the radio seated in the middle of the car console, quickly turning the volume knob as high as possible to drown out any memories of my bloody reflection. Once I got there, Allison was already in my office, typing away on my computer. I smiled at her hard work and bid her hello, prompting her to stand up from my desk and smile back at me.