Broken Mold | larry

Chapter 1

That's not the way it was supposed to be. He and his husband were supposed to adopt a child after a year of being married to each other. They were supposed to buy a bigger house with a big backyard somewhere in the suburbs of Los Angeles. But maybe it was only Harry's dream? Maybe he was so excited about having a big family, that he hadn't noticed his husband cheating on him.

The worst part is that his supposed friends had known for a while, but still wouldn't think of telling him. How fucked up is that? But Harry had to learn about it the hard way. He had walked in on them when he had come back home two hours earlier. They had been fucking in their bed.

Harry felt dirty and disgusted. He felt numb and the only thing that he could think of in that situation is to get the fuck out of that house. He had run out of the house, followed by his husband who was apologizing and crying but Harry did not stop. He started his car and drove away.

He was driving around when he decided that leaving the house was not enough. He had to go where no one would find him. That's why he drove to the LAX airport and bought a first available ticket home.

To London.

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There he was standing in front of the tall building in the heart of London. He spent a few days with his mom and Gemma and he decided that he's not capable of forgiving the cheater. He wanted a divorce.
Harry entered the building and headed towards the elevators. While waiting for the doors to open he looked around. The place was filled with businessmen walking in a hurry. Some of them were frantically writing on their phones, others were holding a lot of files.

It was not his world. He never wanted to work in an office. He was lucky that he had an opportunity to become a singer. He loved that. Traveling all around the world, making music. Seeing the support from his fans. It was all great. But that's where his luck ended.

He had a hard time finding a proper partner. And when he thought he finally found the right guy, said guy cheated on him.

When the door opened, he entered the elevator and pressed the 10th floor. When the doors opened for the second time, he approached the huge desk in the center of the room.

"Hello. I'm Harry Styles. I'm here to see Mr. Banner," Harry smiled to the lady sitting behind the desk.

The girl looked up at him and he could see the flicker of recognition in her eyes. "One moment, Mr. Styles. I'll let Mr. banner know that you're here." She smiled politely and dialed her boss. "You can wait over there," she pointed at the couches on the right side of the room.

Harry approached them and sat down. He unlocked his phone and scrolled through the messages from his husband. Robert wrote to him at least thirty messages saying that he was really sorry and begging him to come home or at least pick up the phone.

Harry knew he couldn't do any of that. He might have ended up forgiving him, and that's not what he wanted to do. Not know at least. He couldn't be in a relationship where one cheats. He would never trust Bob again and what was a relationship without trust?

"Mr. Styles. Welcome to the Clifford Change." Harry saw a bald man walking towards him and he got up „Let's go to my office and then we'll be able to talk, shall we?"

"Good morning, Mr. Banner." Harry said, shaking man's hand. After that they went through the maze of the corridors until they stood in front of a huge mahogany double doors. Mr. Banner opened the doors and let Harry through. They sat in front of each other on both sides of a huge desk.

"What can I do for you?" the elder man asked.

"I want to get divorced. But I need it done as quickly as you can. My father's friend told me your company was the best in London."