C R A C K // H.S AU

Prologue

Everyone deserves a second chance, even when they throw away the first one on purpose.

HARRY.

I sighed heavily as the circumstances of my life hit me in the face, almost as hard as if someone were to throw a brick at me. The snow fell from overhead, lightly brushing up against my skin, reminding me of the way her lips used to brush mine; like the feeling of tainted feathers. A shiver propelled itself down my spine, urging a long groan to erupt from the base of my throat and escape my lips. "Ugh fuck." I wrapped the sides of my navy blue coat further around my chest in an attempt to block out the coldness surrounding me, curse the snow. Strands of hair fell from the rough bun I had tossed it in before leaving my apartment and annoyingly hung around the edges of my face.

It had been days, weeks, almost a month; I shouldn't be feeling this way. At least that was what I had been told many times before. Everyone around me would always stare at me endlessly, always giving me skeptical looks and some even shooting sympathetic glances in my direction. I didn't want their sympathy, I didn't want them to care, they didn't know me they only knew my fathers face. Who I was, was none of their business and as far as I was concerned, it never would be. The people around me didn't have the right to remind me every single day that I was stuck in this living hell, suffering for what was left of my own eternity. But I knew I couldn't stop them, they were free people able to do as they pleased. Even though I was sad, somewhat still afraid, I didn't want the people around me to treat me different, to act different; I was still Harry.

"No matter what happens to us, what might come between us, promise me you'll always be the same Harry; you'll always be  my Harry."

The sound of her voice still echoed through the empty spaces of my skull, the way her voice went higher when she was angry, when we argued; it still haunted me. I couldn't shake the image of her eyes as she watched me from her place on our bed, snuggled under the sheets every night before bed. Or in the morning when I would wake up and her eyes were the first thing I saw, watching me with admiration and giving me something to look forward to. The way her eyes lit up and small crinkles appeared beneath them when she threw her head back to laugh. We were happy. I was happy.

I shudder under the thought of calling us 'we', in a way it brought down a cloud of sadness, landing so it perched itself permanently on my shoulders. As I reached the two dark green doors outside of the building and remained still, contemplating why I was here. Although I was afraid of what I would find I quickly forced myself to continue on in. Once I had entered the tall, sky high building I froze and my eyes darted around the room looking for a distraction. Placed carefully around me were a few hard-looking sofas, some half-dead looking indoor plants and As I walked I took note of the marble floors.

"May I help you sir?" I quiet voice whispered, catching my attention. As my eyes scanned the room in pursuit of the voice, I made eye contact with the young lady standing behind the front desk. She had light brown hair with a few tints of blonde at the ends, bright blue eyes, and her porcelain complexion was decorated with a few freckles slightly sprinkled over her face from where the sun had kissed her. Her. She reminded me of her.

"Ah- Hi?" I said, well aware of the croaky sound erupting from my throat. I could feel the tension, mainly coming from me but along with it I felt the awkward curtain hanging above me waiting to drop. I took a step forward, into the light, dismissing the awkwardness and did my best at putting on a smile.

"I'm here to see Flynn Ross?"

Authors note:
This is a really short but I have limited time to post this so to anyone who reads this I really hope you enjoy and the story will pick up considering this is the prologue and not the beginning of the story!! Xx

-Caitlin