Harold Harrison-

Harry led Bailey inside the house and into the sitting room. He got trudy to get some tea for her. He'd do it himself, but she was being rather clingy at the moment. Trudy nodded and gave Bailey a sympathetic look before hurrying to get the tea.

Mrs. Love was sitting on the fluffy couch next to Mr. Love with her nose scrunched up, "Grown girls are not supposed to break down at any given second. People will think she's unstable." she said. Bailey ignored her and Harry gave her a slight glare as Trudy came back from the kitchen with the tea. Bailey took the tea with a quiet thanks.

Rachel and George walked in giggling over something, and it made Bailey's stomach twist. George stopped laughing suddenly when he looked at her. Rachel cleared her throat nervously when George was caught staring by Rachel's mum and dad.

Mrs. Love was not amused and Mr. Love looked like he had just figured out what was going on. Harry gave Mr. Love a nod and Mr. Love nodded back in understanding.

"Mum, Dad, can we go home now?" Rachel asked biting her lip. Mrs. Love bit her lip and looked at her watch.

"Bailey dear," She said with a disapproving glance at Bailey, "You've got another hour to spend with George."

"I know, mum," she said with a sigh, "But we're sort of bored and George wants to make sure Bailey's alright." George blushed a little and looked at his feet. Bailey looked at her tea blankly.

"Well then," Mr. Love, said standing up, "I suppose that would be alright."

"but-"

"C'mon then,"Mr. Love interrupted his wife with a stern glare.

"I assure you that George's worry for Bailey is nothing more than a brotherly worry," Rachel said with a strange glance at Bailey, "It'll be alright, mum."

George sighed as they walked to the door. Harry left them alone in the sitting room and it got quite awkward.

"Uh, Bailey I'm sorry-"

"Please don't," Bailey said quickly but timidly. George looked at his feet and bit his lip, "You don't understand."

George looked up at her and frowned, "Understand what?" he asked slowly. Bailey sighed and shook her had.

"Nothing, it doesn't matter," she mumbled

Harry walked Mr. and Mrs. Love to the door and he shook Mr. Love's hand, "Thank you for bringing Rachel,"he said politely. Mr. Love nodded and smiled.

"Well, they must get to know each other if they're to marry,"Mrs. Love said cocking an eyebrow, "You are still planning to pair them aren't you?"

Harry glanced at Mr. Love and then back at the cranky woman, "Yes, yes," he said quickly, "That's the plan..." Mr. Love shook Harry's hand again and then they were off. Rachel had been watching rather closely and saw that Harry had slipped something into her father's hand.

"Dad, What did her give you?" Rachel asked as she walked in pace with her father instead of the slow lady-like pace with her mother.

Her father looked at the page and read it over. He showed it to Rachel and she smiled, "He's trying to help then?" she asked as they got into the carriage. Mr. Love nodded and then smiled at his wife innocently as the carriage took off.

Harry was sitting in his study three days later waiting for the rest of his guests to arrive. So far 5 out of 6 families had arrived. He wasn't having a party of sorts, it was mostly a meeting. He was going to try and talk to his old friends out of all the arrangements that were made.

He was waiting in his stud because George asked to talk to him. George was staring out the window watching as a couple carriages rolled up.

"George, we don't have much time to talk you know?" he asked seriously. George nodded and turned around.

"I know," he said, "I wanted to talk to you about Bailey. She won't talk to me. I've tried to apologize to her, but she just shuts me out. I miss her dreadfully, and I can't stand that she's so upset."

"You've really hurt her George," Harry said seriously as he leaned against his desk with his arms crossed, "She really loves you and you go and make her jealous."

"I tried to show her how I felt, but she pushed me back!" George protested, "She said I didn't understand, but she wouldn't tell me what."

"George how would you feel if she still had to marry Paul," Harry said playing it out for him, "And then you and Rachel didn't have to get married. You'd have to watch her be with Paul without anything to do to stop it."

"I'd feel pretty bad," George said looking at the carpet on the floor.

"M'kay, so She loves you and has to watch you with Rachel. Then, you start to show her the affection she's always wanted from you, but she knows you'll only have to go back to Rachel. She knows she'll only get hurt more than she already is if she lets you get close."Harry said finishing. George sighed and sat down in a chair as Trudy knocked on the door.

"Mr. Harrison, all your guests are here." she said as she cracked the door open, "George, Paul and the other lads are in your room." George nodded and left for his room.

He suddenly stuck his head back in, "Where's Bailey?" he asked biting his lip.

"She's in her bedroom with Penelope and the other girls." she said, "I'd leave her alone if I were you though." George sighed and went up to his room, noticing the glare he received from Rachel's mother.

Harry walked into the sitting room and greeted everyone. Jim McCartney was sitting on the couch next to Elsie Starkey and Harry Graves (Richard's Step father). John's aunt Mimi was sitting in an arms chair with Penelope's mother, Jane in the one next to her. They seemed to be having a very important conversation with which neither of them agreed.

Mr. and Mrs. Martin were standing with sour faces in the corner while Mr. and Mrs. Love were standing on the opposite side of the room quietly arguing about something unimportant.

"Well then Harrison, are you going to tell us why we're here?" Mimi asked sternly. Harry sighed and stood in front of every one.

"I invited you all here to talk about our children." he said, "Have any of you noticed that they don't act like themselves any more."

"I know what you mean," Penelope's father said nodding and ignoring the glare he was receiving from his wife, "Poor Penelope's been sad and depressed about everything."

Harry nodded, "Has she said why?" he asked leaning back against the grand piano near the door.

"She's had to break up with her boyfriend because of Richard." he responded nodding. Mr. McCartney nodded.

"He was always talking about marrying her one day." he said leaning on his elbows against his knees. Harry nodded.

"Right, so I know how Bailey and George are feeling with this all going on," he said, "And I know for a fact that George doesn't want to marry your girl, nothing against her, Mrs. Love believe me." Mrs. Love scowled and rolled her eyes.

"Don't any of you remember what it was like at their age?"Mr. Love intercepted "Haven't you noticed that none of them are happy when their forced to be with someone? Think about it! We've all gone through this!"

"Yes, but some of us knew our responsibility!" Mimi said sternly. She was always stern. She was particularly glaring at Harry because his story was much different than everyone else in the room.

"I understand, but I'll not allow my son to be unhappy because some one decided that he has some responsibility to marry some girl he doesn't even want to be around." Harry went on, "I am fully capable of fixing what's got him upset, but I called all of you here because I'm trying to show you that your children are going through the same thing."

"He is right,"Penelope's father said looking at everyone in the room. He walked over and stood next to Harry. Mr. Love did too. Their spouses glared at them and Harry had to force himself not to laugh. A moment later, Jim McCartney stood and walked over. Elsie and Harry walked over and stood with them.

They were now facing Mimi, Mrs. Love, Penelope's mother, Mr. and Mrs. Martin (Haylie's mum and dad), who were sitting there staring. The people standing with Harry were people who wanted to fix thing, who remembered everything they went through as kids, who didn't want their children to end up like they did.