Rice // h.s. {POC}

prologue

The Philippines does not have white sand beaches for your aesthetic.

Filipino men didn't fight the Spanish invaders just to gloat about the blood on their hands; they fought for their country, their independence, their freedom.

Filipino women don't exist just to be nannies for children whose white parents are always far too busy to look after them.

We are so much more than that. We are more than a stereotype. We are a community and our culture, family, and pride bonds us together.

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He inspected the area around him and the sight was far from pleasing. The stench of sweat mixed with the humid temperature made him gag. He pulled his Louis Vuitton luggage even closer to his body as he was well aware of wandering hands and the occasional scams that occurred in the country. The locals disgusted him; the rags they called clothing, the fact that they tried to smile even if they didn't have teeth, the begging.

As if he would ever give them anything. They didn't deserve it and he thought the Philippines was a fucking joke.

"Excuse me, sir?" Harry dared to look at the person who spoke those words. He took a giant step back immediately when he realized it was a beggar.

"Pesos? Ah, hindi. Money? Money please?" She tried to communicate with him in English as he obviously did not speak Tagalog.

She reeked of piss and her strong native accent annoyed him. Her appearance horrified him. She seemed to be around sixty years of age and when she spoke there was only one tooth left in her mouth, as if all the others had been ripped away by her own fingers or broken down by sweets. She wore a supposed dress that was made up of three differently patterned fabrics, but there was nothing covering her feet that had warts all over them. In an alternate universe, Harry would've given the woman money or at least something that would help her out. But this wasn't an alternate universe.

He merely scoffed and chewed his gum, pretending as if the poor woman did not exist. She proceeded to bug him and almost got a hold of his silk Versace shirt when the driver he was supposed to be waiting for arrived.

And the sickest thing was, he didn't feel bad. Not even one bit.

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HEY!!! I changed the prologue because I didnt really like how i write the previous one. and yiiiikkeesss harry's a fucking asshole in this :/// in real life obvs, i know hes an absolute sweetheart and he'd probably give that woman a hundred dollars lmao

thank you so much for reading <333 i love you!! bye!!!