When tragedy strikes and Harry's world destroyed in a single night he finds himself in a downward spiral of substance abuse. After years of struggling, his family finally convinces him to seek help.
While on his road to recovery he meets Imog...
Harry was acting a little strange, I chalked it up to withdrawals and adjusting to the program. I figured some fresh air and fruit shopping would do him well. After grabbing my purse I realized I wasn't wearing my wedding ring. I tear through my room frantically looking for it, 10 minutes later I found it in my jewelry box where had I put it after my shower the other day.
As I hold the small claddagh ring memories came pouring back in.
**
May 2007-
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"You look perfect darling." My mom whispered in my ear as I give myself a final look in the mirror. She had bought me a soft pink flowing gown to hide my growing bump, once married she, Niall and I would be off to start our new life together. "It's time." She whispers and I nod, hand in hand we walk down the small aisle to Niall and his father.
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The smile on his faces was breath-taking and in that moment I knew everything would be alright..
Or so I thought.
"It's with my pleasure that I may now pronounce you husband and wife, Niall you may kiss your bride." Niall's father says beaming proudly.
Niall closes the distance between us, cups my face and kisses me softly. It was sweet and innocent but full of promises left unspoken.
"Stop this wedding at once." A familiar voice booms throughout the small chapel as my father bursts in with a gun drawn.
"Daddy no, please don't hurt him!" I screamed as a shot rang out and everything went black.
**
May 2017 (present day)
It will be ten years next week since that fateful day. At least this year I have someone else to focus on.
Harry.
Sighing sadly I put my ring back in the jewelry box, they didn't like us wearing jewelry on this job plus my boss liked that it kept a separation of sorts between us and the patients. They didn't need to know if we were married or not, or know how many kids we had and what month they were born in like on those mother's day necklaces and rings.
I've been working here for about a year but Harry is my first "high profile" client. Honestly I don't treat him any different then my other clients but I do feel more invested in him.
I jumped after closing my door finding Harry waiting for me outside my door.
"Harry how do you know where my room is?
"You told me when I carried you to your room last night." He replied rocking back on his heels and looking down awkwardly. My eyes went his body as I fight back the urge to bite my lip.
"Um, Harry?" I say clearing my throat, his eyes meet mine after looking at my shirt for a moment.
Wait, was he just staring at my tits?
"Your pants are unzipped." I said fighting back a giggle
"Fuck me." He mutters under his breath not meaning for me to hear as he turns away from me and fixes his pants. I breathe out steadily as my blush diminishes. In my career I have dealt with many types of men, from complete sex addicts that wouldn't stop making vulgar comments about my body to violent pricks with anger issues.
