It may sometimes seem that things may never work out. One could live in hope that maybe one day they will feel the gratification of success in any given form. Harry had tried again and again to try and make something of himself, but life doesn’t always go the way you want it to. Through Harry’s struggle, he slowly gathers the courage to see the good in things again. To let things in. To let...people in. Sometimes life can go in a direction you never saw coming.

Believe none of what you hear and only half of what you see. That’s what his father always tells him with that smile of his, the one that says, I’ll tell you that much, but the rest will cost you. Harry never knew what he meant, but he gets it now that he’s sitting in the dim bar of another hotel he won’t sleep in, the ice melting in his £18 gin and tonic. He doesn’t even like gin and tonic, but it’s all part of the game. And it is a game. It has to be, because if it isn’t that means he doesn’t enjoy it and he does.

He would never be the wet blanket. He didn't allow himself to do so. He wasn't clear if he was happy with that. But at least, he knew he wouldn't regret about it. "Sure you won't." Harry replied slowly, "Because you don't even know what you've lost." (Not updating atm)