me, him, and the moon (larry au)

chapter five: harry

(A/N: Buckle up, kiddos! This one is definitely a longer one. Also, you'll notice at the end, Harry makes a revealing character development. Please keep in mind that when writing this, I am taking a lot of inspiration from the MTV series Teen Wolf. I have changed a few details to keep it real on our end, so whenever you read, please be mindful of this. Again, this one is a longer one, so prepare yourself. Prepare for some angst as well. As always, all my love, k)

Harry let his eyes flutter open with the sun the next morning. His body felt like it was on fire, but his shoulder felt unusually alright. He sat up in bed and ran his hand over his shoulder. His eyes widened in surprise and he looked directly at the skin. Harry huffed out a shaky breath and he observed his wound.

But that was the thing. The wound was gone completely.

Harry furrowed his eyebrow as he ran various ideas through his head. A vampire, super human healing abilities, radioactive spiders. The ideas circled through his head as he sat in bed and tried to rationalize what was happening. Harry sighed deeply after thinking for far too long and climbed out of bed to shower and ready himself for the day.

His shower was normal, but the only thing he couldn't figure out was the fact that the water temperature just wasn't hot enough for him. He fiddled with it like he normally did, checking every once in a while before climbing it, but he couldn't get it just right. It felt too cold with every turn of the knob. Finally fed up with it, he shook his head and grunted out loud, noting mentally to tell his mother about the temp being off.

After his shower, he walked back to his room just clad in a towel and fished out a pair of khaki trousers and a navy blue shirt to wear to work that afternoon. He paired it with his black trainers and set off for the kitchen, set on making himself some breakfast.

His mother was already awake and making waffles when he stumbled down the stairs. She turned and flashed her beautiful, motherly smile at her baby boy and made her way over to him to peck his forehead with a kiss. "Morning, sunshine," she spoke. Harry kissed her cheek and sat down at the island of their kitchen. "You're up early this morning," Anne noted.

Harry shrugged and picked up an apple from the countertop. "I felt like getting up early today. Plus, I have to run to the shops and get more bandages before I go into work," Harry lied. "Max has me coming in earlier today to get some more hours in," he added. After he was dressed for the day, he'd decided to play the situation off as if his shoulder was still sporting the bite to save himself from having to explain anything to his mother. Which, if we're being honest, he didn't have an explanation for anything. He had no earthly idea what could possibly be happening to his body. He wanted to save the explaining for another day. One where he knew she wouldn't flip out on him.

"Is it looking better this morning? Any pain?" she asked and grazed her hand across his shoulder. Harry winced and shied away from her touch. If he was going to play this out, he had to be convincing. His mother gave him a sorry look and went back to making breakfast. "I called your father this morning," Anne began, not taking her eyes away from the cooking. Harry's eyes shot up from his apple.

"Did you now?" Harry asked lowly. Anne nodded.

"I was telling him about Gems promotion," she explained slowly. Harry never took his eyes off the back of his mother's head as she spoke. "He wants to throw her a party."

"So he can bail on that too?" Harry snapped. Anne dropped the spatula she held in her hand, still facing away from Harry. "Exactly," he added before climbing off the stool and heading back to his room without another word. Anne didn't try to call for Harry as he ascended the stairs.

Back in his room, Harry pulled out his phone. The previous night, Liam had put his number in while they were walking back to the house, which Harry was thankful for. Honestly, he didn't think he could have been worth anything in putting numbers in. Liam made it very clear to call him as soon as he woke up so he could update Liam on the wound. Harry figured it was because Liam found him, and all. So, Harry scrolled through the list of contacts until he stopped at Liam's name. He pressed the call option and held the phone up to his ear.