You're My Serendipity

Crazy Catherine

It was a chilled February morning; Harry was sitting down to a deliciously cooked breakfast with his two flat mates and best friends, Louis Tomlinson, and Logan Daniels. The boys were sitting out on the large covered deck of their London Bachelor Pad, over looking the slight downpour that covered the gorgeous city.

 Harry met his flat mates at a raging house party on the first night he moved to London. Logan was working behind the bar, creating all kinds of different alcoholic toxins. Louis on the other hand, was the centre of attention of everyone at the party. No one could pull him away from the dance floor, where everyone stood and watched him with laughing expressions written on their face.

Louis and Harry met on the way to the bar, the Doncaster born lad took a break from his comedic dancing to get a drink from the bar. He accidently ran into Harry, spilling his drink all down the front of his plain black t-shirt. 

“Oh mate!” Louis exclaimed, trying to muffle his laughter at the stranger. “Mate I am so sorry, here let me buy you another! I know the bartender!”

The three boys laughed and joked together gleefully, and in their drunken states, they agreed to share a three-bedroom apartment together in the middle of London’s busiest strip. Although each one of the lads could barely remember the party when they woke up with banging hangovers the next day, they each reached out to each other and found their new home.

Seeing as Harry was brand new to the busy city of London, Logan and Louis felt obliged to introduce him to all their friends, including Louis’ band mates, Zayn, Liam and Niall. Harry hit it off with all three lads, he often dropped by the small studio in which Logan helped manage when he wasn’t working at the bar, to watch the four lads make beautiful music together.

Harry kept his singing talent to himself. He was only still new in the city, and he deemed himself very lucky indeed to have made such fantastic friendships with a great group of lads so quickly, he didn’t want anything to jeopardize that. So he left the singing and musical instrument playing to the four guys, and watched from the other side of the glass with Logan. 

“Head to the studio with us after work?” Louis asked Harry, as he piled a few more pancakes on his giant plate.

Harry shrugged, turning his steaming cup of coffee around in circles on the wooded table. “Depends on how long I work overtime.”

Logan’s eyebrows furrowed together in confusion. “Isn’t that your call to make?”

Harry shrugged again, stifling a slight yawn under his breath. “I guess.. More so the boss.” He explained. “It might be a bad day, so you know… I’ll have to see what he reckons.” 

Logan caught the watchful eye of Louis, who shared the same concerned expression as he did. With a knowing shake of the head from Louis, which Logan took as a sign of ‘don’t’, he proceeded to eat his pancakes without making any eye contact with Harry. The boys knew not to press Harry for any information regarding his health when he was having one of his ‘off days’, it would only fuel his negative emotions further. So the two lads buried their heads in their breakfast, and pretended nothing was wrong with their curly haired friend.

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Harry gave a light knock on the big wooden door of his boss’s office, ducking his messy mop of curled hair into the room. “You wanted to see me?”

Matson removed his gaze from the stack of files, which sat upon his already messy enough desk, to look at the young man who stood in his doorway. Matson signalled Harry to take a seat in the cheap chair that sat before his desk, as he quickly made room around his desk in order to have a chat with Harry