Short and sweet- I disclaim.
Chapter 9
He rested his head back, attempting to keep the remaining tears inside. His lips trembled and his head was clouded over.
"Harold." Danny's Irish accent spoke his name softly.
Harold's head turned towards him and he continued on. "He stood you up, didn't he?"
"We must mean nothing to him, Danny." Harold's voice shook on the verge of tears. "I thought he liked us. I thought... I though that maybe my life was turning around."
He wiped a batch of fallen tears from his cheeks. "More stupid misconceptions on my part. Stupid Harold strikes again."
"No, Harold. Besides, maybe the boy has a good reason."
"Or maybe he's just playing with my heart." He stood up abruptly, pain coating his words.
Two pieces of paper fell from the young man's pocket and Danny watched as they floated to the ground.
"Aye, what are those?"
Harold glanced down, but made no motion to pick the small papers up. "I bought two tickets to Disney On Ice," he admitted glumly.
"Can't you take Greta?"
"The Princess is on a date and... there's no one else... besides... fairy tales don't exist. Happily ever after is a paradigm for dreams."
Danny looked up into the young man's eyes. "One day your prince will come."
Harold raised an amused eyebrow. "I thought he had."
"Harold, if he doesn't want to be with you, that's his loss. You're caring and compassionate, smart and, might I add, very stylish. He winked, Irish charm once again working wonders as Harold returned a smile.
"I suppose you're right, Danny."
"Of course I am! Now tell me all about Greta and her new man..."
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He woke up with a start, head pounding and eyes blinded by sunlight as it poured in through the large windows. As he sat up, he looked around at his surroundings. He sat on a large sofa, the place looking very familiar. Suddenly someone came bounding down the stairs behind him. Phillip turned his head and saw... Brady?
"Ahh... Sleeping Beauty awakes." Brady grinned as he came to a stop at the edge of the sofa.
"What the hell am I doing here, Black?" Phillip asked, angry as hell, his teeth showing through the dog-like expression on his face.
"Whoa! Don't start foaming at the mouth, Uncle Phil!" Brady joked. "Actually, Belle dragged your drunk a$$ home last night."
"I wasn't drunk."
"You couldn't even walk let alone walk a straight line!" Brady laughed as he remembered Phil crawling on the penthouse floor, mumbling something about My Pretty Pony and the talking mice from Cinderella.
"You're an a$$, Brady." Phillip's eyes were glowing with growing animosity. "#$%& off."
"Hey- we are the ones who helped YOU."
"And I don't need help from people like YOU." He stood up defensively and stumbled to the door. Brady followed him and as he was stopping his uncle from falling to one side, the young man threw a fist in his face.
Phillip smirked proudly and opened the door. "I ALWAYS win."
Brady rolled his eyes. "Phil, you haven't changed a bit."
Phillip opened his mouth to talk but his mind wandered to Harold and to Danny and the no-show. "I..."
Chapter 9
He rested his head back, attempting to keep the remaining tears inside. His lips trembled and his head was clouded over.
"Harold." Danny's Irish accent spoke his name softly.
Harold's head turned towards him and he continued on. "He stood you up, didn't he?"
"We must mean nothing to him, Danny." Harold's voice shook on the verge of tears. "I thought he liked us. I thought... I though that maybe my life was turning around."
He wiped a batch of fallen tears from his cheeks. "More stupid misconceptions on my part. Stupid Harold strikes again."
"No, Harold. Besides, maybe the boy has a good reason."
"Or maybe he's just playing with my heart." He stood up abruptly, pain coating his words.
Two pieces of paper fell from the young man's pocket and Danny watched as they floated to the ground.
"Aye, what are those?"
Harold glanced down, but made no motion to pick the small papers up. "I bought two tickets to Disney On Ice," he admitted glumly.
"Can't you take Greta?"
"The Princess is on a date and... there's no one else... besides... fairy tales don't exist. Happily ever after is a paradigm for dreams."
Danny looked up into the young man's eyes. "One day your prince will come."
Harold raised an amused eyebrow. "I thought he had."
"Harold, if he doesn't want to be with you, that's his loss. You're caring and compassionate, smart and, might I add, very stylish. He winked, Irish charm once again working wonders as Harold returned a smile.
"I suppose you're right, Danny."
"Of course I am! Now tell me all about Greta and her new man..."
__________
He woke up with a start, head pounding and eyes blinded by sunlight as it poured in through the large windows. As he sat up, he looked around at his surroundings. He sat on a large sofa, the place looking very familiar. Suddenly someone came bounding down the stairs behind him. Phillip turned his head and saw... Brady?
"Ahh... Sleeping Beauty awakes." Brady grinned as he came to a stop at the edge of the sofa.
"What the hell am I doing here, Black?" Phillip asked, angry as hell, his teeth showing through the dog-like expression on his face.
"Whoa! Don't start foaming at the mouth, Uncle Phil!" Brady joked. "Actually, Belle dragged your drunk a$$ home last night."
"I wasn't drunk."
"You couldn't even walk let alone walk a straight line!" Brady laughed as he remembered Phil crawling on the penthouse floor, mumbling something about My Pretty Pony and the talking mice from Cinderella.
"You're an a$$, Brady." Phillip's eyes were glowing with growing animosity. "#$%& off."
"Hey- we are the ones who helped YOU."
"And I don't need help from people like YOU." He stood up defensively and stumbled to the door. Brady followed him and as he was stopping his uncle from falling to one side, the young man threw a fist in his face.
Phillip smirked proudly and opened the door. "I ALWAYS win."
Brady rolled his eyes. "Phil, you haven't changed a bit."
Phillip opened his mouth to talk but his mind wandered to Harold and to Danny and the no-show. "I..."