Harry's POV

Harry made his way back to the motel, still humming softly under his breath . His happiness faded a little when he saw the rusty, tumbledown building. He dreaded having to go back inside. But it had been an eventful and stressful morning he was feeling pretty tired.

He decided he would relax for a few hours and then in the afternoon, he'd go apartment searching. He was determined to get out of this hellhole as soon as he could.

He smiled to himself, already able to picture a quaint little apartment, with just enough room for him and his belongings. He would have nobody to trouble him, nobody to nag him to wake up in the morning and nobody to yell at him for being irresponsible like it used to be back at home.

Harry flinched at the memory, eyes fluttering shut. No. He would not dampen his spirits by thinking of his time back at home. Today was his day, he had already almost got a job and he was working on finding his own apartment. Things were going great so far and he refused to let anything ruin his good mood.

He lay down on the bed, stretching his long limbs.

He shut his eyes, blocking out all the bad memories and slowly, his breathing returned to its original slow pace.

Harry was happy and content after a long time and peaceful sleep beckoned to him. Soon he was fast asleep, small snores leaving his mouth.

He woke up all of a sudden, dismayed when he looked out of the window and noticed that the sun had already set, leaving behind a sky filled with a purple-black hue in it's wake.

He checked his watch and groaned.
It was already 6 pm. The exhaustion of the last few days of travelling and arguing and nightmares had finally caught up to him and he had nearly slept the entire day away.

He clutched at his hair, mentally cursing himself. Today was supposed to be a productive day, he was supposed to go look for an apartment and he had screwed everything up. The more days he wasted and the more days it took him to find an apartment, the longer he'd have to stay in this ratsnest he thought to himself angry and frustrated.

To top it all, his stomach let out a loud rumble as though asking him to put some food into his system. Harry thought back to the last time he had eaten and realised that his stomach's rumbles were completely justified because he hadn't eaten anything for over a day.

He ran down the stairs, almost tripping over the lose floorboard near the bottom stair, cursing loudly.

He walked up to the reception, knowing that no matter what the sleazeball of a receptionist said, he would not lose his cool unlike the other night. "Calm and composed" he kept muttering under his breath.

The receptionist looked at him smugly.

"Ah so you've finally decided to pay me a visit, have you?"

Calm and composed. Harry said to himself again.

"I was just hoping you could tell me the way a good, reasonably priced food place nearby since I haven't eaten anything in long and didn't see any restaurants nearby when I was out this morning" he said trying to put on a genuine smile and failing miserably.

"Aweeh, why? didn't your mommy teach her itty-witty son to cook food for himself?"

Calm and composed.

"Look, while I really appreciate the concern you have for my personal life, I'd also really appreciate if you would answer my questions" he said quietly.

"Ooh, so itty-witty baby isn't going to throw a tantrum this time? Not going to yell at me?" The man mocked.

Harry knew he'd end up nowhere if he tried to get a straight answer out of him. He had been so independent so far, why rely on the sleazeball when he could find out a place for himself, he thought grimly to himself.

He walked out of the building, with cash in his coat pocket.

The nights were pretty cold here. He cupped his palm over his freezing nose, trying to warm it up with the heat from his breath.

Even though it was only about 7 pm, it was already turning dark, the sky beginning to twinkle with emerging stars.

The street was lit on either side with beautiful lamps that illuminated the dark Street from where they stood. Harry stood looking at them for a while. His life was dark too, how he wished he'd find someone who could illuminate the corners of his heart just like the lamps did for the street.

He shook his head trying to clear it off these forlorn thoughts, wondering how they managed to make their way into his head in the first place.

He walked on and stopped suddenly when he saw a small very busy looking bar on the other side of the road.

He crossed over and looked up at the dark windows and the glowing neon sign above the door that read "The Concho Bar"

He contemplated for a moment whether he should drink tonight but then made up his mind. He didn't have to drink too much, he could always have something to eat and then wash it down with a couple of beers.

He walked into the crowded place, realising immediately that it was not only a bar but a club as well. his ears almost deafened by the loud music and his eyes taking some time to get accustomed to the flickering neon lights. The dance floor was packed with people, swaying to the music and grinding against each other.

He squeezed himself through the crowd and made his way to the bar lounge and perched himself onto a small stool. The seating space was huge and lay in a rectangle around the bartender.

He ordered some food and a couple of beers.

Later that night, he saw someone moving in to sit on the other side of the bar and thought he recognised the feathery hair but he didn't give it more thought figuring that it was just a figment of his intoxicated mind...

Author's Note
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