12 am- first hour
"Go to sleep darling," Harry said, rubbing her arm.
Connor moved around under her seatbelt, trying to get comfortable in the seat.
"It'll be a while till we get home," he said.
"Happy Birthday, Harry," she said before dozing off.
1 am- second hour
Harry couldn't stop thinking about what the day would bring. He thought about fights, he thought about drinks, he thought about yelling. He also thought about good scenarios: hugging each one of the boys, making up with all the girls, even kissing El on the cheek like he would always do. He never considered the actual event that was going to happen later that night. Something he would never imagine, something he never thought he would do. But he was going to consume a lot of alcohol, and Connor was going to squeeze into those shorts.
2 am- third hour
"We're here," he said, shaking her. She didn't move, so he scooped her up in his arms and took her inside. He kicked the door shut behind them, struggling to flip the lights on with Connor in his arms.
He walked her through the small apartment, and eventually laid her down on the bed. He took her shoes and coat off, knowing he shouldn't take anything else off.
He removed all of his clothing except his boxers, and climbed into the bed with her. He pulled her to him by the waist, hugging her tightly in case anything happens.
Harry didn't have the best feeling about that day, but for all the wrong reasons.
3 am- fourth hour
Harry rolled over to his other side, trying to get comfortable enough to finally go to sleep after an hour and a half of wide eyes and restlessness. He groaned to himself, rubbing his eyes. He sat up, and flipped the covers back, climbing out of bed. His feet hit the cold hardwood of their bedroom, making him stiffen a little bit.
He walked into the kitchen, and pulled a cup out of the cupboard. He went over to the sink and filled it with water, getting himself a bit to drink.
Honestly, he was bored. He didn't have much to do at three in the morning on his birthday when Connor was sleeping. He considered pulling his hair out over the party coming up later on in the day, but then he shook his head. He'd done that enough already.
So, he pulled out his journal from under the bed, and scrounged around for a pen. He took the tools out on the balcony, and closed the door behind him. He pulled a chair right up to the edge, and looked out on the busy city before sitting down, and opening his lyric book.
He flipped to a new page, and clicked open his pen. He started scribbling words all over the page, none of them making any sense. He was a little rusty, after all.
"Has the word river run dry?" Connor whispered behind him.
The door was open behind her, but she turned to pull it shut. She pulled her blanket tighter to her body, and took a seat on Harry's lap. He wrapped his arms around her, and buried his head into her back.
"The bed was cold without you," she whispered. He hummed against her back.
"Are you nervous?" She asked.
"Yeah," he breathed.
"It's alright, I won't let them hurt you," she cooed.
"Promise?" He whispered.
"I promise."
They stayed on the balcony a little longer before returning back inside to try and go back to sleep.
4 am- fifth hour
"Goodnight, Harry," Connor whispered.
"Goodnight, Con," Harry responded, adjusting his body to the cold sheets.
"I love you," she said, cuddling into him.
"I love you more."
5 am- sixth hour
The sun peeked in through the windows as it rose. Harry quietly sat up, and climbed out of bed to make coffee, soon after realizing he hadn't even slept an hour.
"Well, damn," he cursed to himself.
His bare feet padded across the tile in the kitchen as he fixed the coffee pot for the day. The bubbling of the hot water was heard throughout the flat.
Harry stood absentmindedly in the middle of the living room. He looked around at everything, trying to force his mind upon anything that wasn't his damned party.
He pressed his palms into his eyes, and sat down on the couch. He pulled at his long locks, grinding his teeth together.
Anticipation was eating him alive. Part of him wished for everyone to arrive already, but part of him wished that it would never happen and that he could remain isolated forever.
Connor stumbled into the room with one eye open and the other squished closed. She rubbed her face and yawned.
"I'm sorry, I just—" Harry started.
"I know, it's fine. I just can't sleep, it's so cold without you," she mumbled, and walked past him into the kitchen. She pulled out a mug, and filled it with coffee.
"Hey, I'll come back in there so you can sleep, I don't—" Harry tried.
"It's fine, really," she smiled. She lifted the coffee up to her lips with a smile.
"You sure?"
"Yep. I'm gonna go take a shower."
"Okay," Harry said. "What time will they be here?"
"Around 6," she shrugged.
"I'll be back later," he said, snatching up his jacket and hat.
"Harry . . ." Connor whined.
"I promise," he vowed, and with that, he disappeared out the door.
6 am- seventh hour
Connor stepped out of the shower and wrapped her towel around her body. It had only been fifteen minutes, yet she still checked to see if Harry had returned. Nada.
7 am- eighth hour
Harry was still gone.
8 am- ninth hour
Connor got dressed. Harry wasn't home yet.
9 am- tenth hour
Harry started his sixteenth lap around the park.
10 am- eleventh hour
Connor called Harry for the fifth time.
11 am- twelfth hour
Harry turned his phone off because it kept ringing, and began his twenty-third lap around the park.
12 pm- thirteenth hour
Harry climbed back in his car, and started to head home. Connor still didn't know his whereabouts.
1 pm- fourteenth hour
Connor did her makeup, and got dressed in a white tee and shorts, due to Harry refusing to let the temperature in the flat get below seventy degrees.
Harry was still driving.
2 pm- fifteenth hour
Harry pulled into the parking lot of the apartment complex, but remained in the car.
Meanwhile, Connor got off the couch, and entered the kitchen to start making food for the party, with or without Harry.
3 pm- sixteenth hour
Harry stepped through the door of the flat, throwing his keys into the bowl. He removed his hat, coat, and shoes. He made his way toward the scent of the food, only to see Connor preparing food in very short shorts that Harry just couldn't tear his eyes away from.
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Fanfiction"next time don't wear those damn shorts." I'm trying to make this as real as I possibly can. this will involve what actually goes on in a rape environment and the circumstances of the events--leading up to and following-- so that this community can...
