More than a Friendship

I - 2009 (P1) - First Impressions

Belfast - 21st September 2009

10:30pm

The grey and rainy Belfast clouds were darkening the night, there was no one brave enough to walk in those frozen and merciless streets, with exception for Kit Harington, a young lad, with a huge sense of ambition, who was now discovering the world and all the wonders it had.

He couldn't be more happier, some days earlier he had been hired for his first big job and was going to play Jon Snow in game of thrones, a huge responsibility which Kit didn't take very seriously at first.

David and Dan, the coordinators of the show, had been extremely kind and comprehensive, and Kit couldn't be more grateful to both, for having put their trust on him, on his acting skills, they gave Kit a future, which if it was seen on Kit's perspective, wasn't that promising. I don't really know if anyone will enjoy the show...maybe I will just waste my time...or perhaps I'm wrong...

Since he was a teenager, that he would prevent things with pessimism, his father was a very restrictive man, that wouldn't give Kit much freedom to make his own choices. However with the help of his mother, Deborah and his brother, Jack, he had done it...he had finally made his acting course, but unfortunately it had been against his father's will, and thanks to that detail he had lost some contact with his own family.

He was what he had since always wanted to be, an actor, yet an actor who would always predict the future in the worst way possible, blinding his mind with the good opportunities and moments acting could give him in the future. Kit was possibly one of the most unmotivated people anyone could find.

He had curly hair, brown eyes, an enjoyable smile, a great sense of humour and a natural scent or charm that would usually surprise the people around him. He had only met until that moment Richard Maiden and Alfie Allen, both were his on screen brothers.

He checked his shiny, gold watch and his eyes widened with disbelief. He had told Richard he would meet him at 10 O'clock and half an hour had already passed. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

He began to run towards the pub, filled with agony and regret on his mind. How did I forget it...fuck...he has probably left already...

10:47pm

He entered the pub in a hurry, and many people were already inside, many were dancing, many were chatting and the rest would be probably on the floor given the 'wonderful' privileges of alcohol. Jeez how can anyone drink that much...

It was a classic pub, with low illumination, most of the decoration was made with wood, and there was surprisingly only one man behind the counter, an old, skinny, grizzled and bad looking man, who had also an apathetic attitude towards the people he was attending.

Richard was sat on a tall seat near when he motioned at Kit, while pointing with his other hand at his own watch. I know I'm late Richard...

He gave a strong and firm handsake to Richard, and sat near him, asking at the same time the barman for a beer, who nodded with distaste. He must be in a terrible day... I never found someone like him...

"You're late Jon Snow." Richard stated while faking a smile, he was clearly disappointed with Kit for his lack of responsibility. Kit sighed, and nodded to the barman as a sign of a gratitude. The bartender gave him a disdainful look and it was only then that Kit gave up on being nice towards the man. At least he gave me the beer...

"Yes I know Richard, I don't need you to remind of that...I lost myself on the city, sorry." Kit sincerely explained the situation and took a swig of his Guinness. Richard giggled and frowned his eyebrows. He patted Kit's shoulder and laughed cheerfully.