PARKER | Dark H.S. AU

xii. lovely day, isn't it?

Copyright © zylgnagnaba 2014

They say that when a person likes someone, they do stuffs they don't usually do on ordinary occasions - which could also be categorised as downright insane and/or very unlikely.

Another way to put it is 'going the extra miles'.

Harry wakes up the next morning earlier than usual; does his usual morning routines - brush his teeth, shower and dress up (only today he decides to wear a casual ensemble including black pair of tight jeans and white button-up shirt). Leaving his curls to dry naturally, he left it without the usual gel he'd usually use to tame it. Grabbing his sunglasses by the mirror table, he hungs it over the collar of his shirt before finally walking out of his suite and locking the door.

Last night, he called his driver for him to be picked up the next day at a specific time - 7 AM. And he is pleased to see that the black sleek car is already parked outside the hotel when he steps out of the elevator.

See, the unusual thing about this day is Harry willingly going to endure the one-hour ride to Spellborough to meet up with Charlie in her apartment, but will eventually leave back to the city for another one-hour ride with her.

If Harry's just looking at himself right now, he'd probably cringe at how Charlie is so far up his arse right now.

Probably not, though.

So far, Charlie has been good for Harry, health wise. For all the bad aura surrounding his career and personal life, bitter childhood memories and skeptical thoughts about other people bottled up inside him, he'd probably be ending up with a heart attack at such a young age.

Charlie, for Harry, is like a breath of fresh air - the only light that stands out in his gloomy and bleak environment, his stress-reliever.

If you think about it, Harry is indeed a person that needs therapy. He may not realize it as of the moment, but Charlie has become his therapist.

She's the only one that have succesfully made even the slightest of smiles rise from Harry's lips.

Just the thought of her already sends his puny little heart into a frenzy. How did this happen? What kind of enchantment does Charlie possess to ever make the coldest and stone-hearted man melt his guard down?

These are the kinds of questions that are to asked, but Harry doesn't bother to find the answers to.

Granted, Harry had been actually raised by his mom as a kind and sympathetic child. He had always wore his heart on his sleeves, open-minded and considerate of others. But over the course of time and after living with his father and step-siblings, he had gradually changed into a bitter teenage to a young man that he is now; influenced by the way his older brothers and other snobby, self-absorbed business co-leagues that surrounded him treated him- dodging him like a contagious disease.

They had always labeled him as their father's mistake. Despite the great deals he brings to their business, they'd always see the words 'illegitimate child' plastered on his forehead, overlooking his hard work.

None of them actually knew the real Harry, the kind-hearted, generous and humble Harry. And Charlie brings the real Harry out of his tough exterior in the oh-so-little time they talked and been around each other. And Harry craves for that. He craves for the normal way he used to hold normal conversations and it can only be sufficed by Charlie, he thinks.

It's the kind of normality that's different when he used to talk to his mother, or the way he used to throw stupid banters with his cousin, Liam. Even his personal relationships with them has already been affected by his career. So see how being around Charlie is quite refreshing for him.