Harley // H.S.

Harley // H.S.

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Harry looked forward to being a dad for as long as he could remember and when he met Em, he knew very early on that she was the woman he was going to go through all of the motions with. He knew he wanted to marry her and have kids with her, and when they saw two pink lines he thought he was finally going to have it all. He thought he'd have his Em and a little mini version of her right by his side for life but when things take an unexpected turn for the worst, he finds himself in an incredibly difficult position that no one could ever prepare for. *** "Okay five minutes. Baby names. Go." My mind goes blank. "I've got nothing, you go." "Okay I say we go the easy route and combine our two names." I let out a laugh at her suggestion, covering my mouth out of shock at how loud it was. "Absolutely not, she'll hate us." "She?" "Yeah, we're having a girl first I can feel it."
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*[EDITING]* When Harry was twenty two, if a dangerously overconfident, time-hopping doppelgänger had pulled up in a freaky, rubber balaclava ('listen, mate' - hand on the shoulder and everything, like the reenactment of a cliché, time-honored rite of passage), and told him that in the very near future, his Friday nights would be indefinitely spent wearing a Greek moniker in the form of a fetishized allusion, that he'd be garbed by a latex mask to protect the sacred, fragile veil of secrecy- Well. He'd probably get a head start for padded walls and a straight jacket. Consider he was doing himself a favor with that one. But if he were told the same thing at twenty three, he'd probably choose to overlook the minor detail of reality imploding and sit back in his armchair, swirling his whiskey with excitement. Twenty three was an eventful year. He'd started casually enjoying whiskey after a long workday (honestly, a palate milestone in and of itself) and became enlightened on the fine art of tactically-applied suffering (and with it, gained a whole new appreciation for high-quality restraints). Because sometimes, a well-placed bruise and bliss just happened to go hand-in-hand. - OR the one in which there's a sex club, Greek stage names, an exploration of boundaries, an open house, a pair of dress shoes, and two evident sides to the same coin.

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