I have no idea how long it has been but I have just started preparing for exams and there wasn't a lot of time to write so you have this. I have another story in the works as well so I don't know when the next update for any of them is going to go up. Just bare with me and in the mean time enjoy this one.
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Harry jumped into the lift to meet Jessica in the lobby of the hotel for their date. Surprisingly, Harry was looking forward to doing something everyday people did. It may not be going to watch quidditch match or having a butterbeer at the local wizarding pub, but clubbing would keep him distracted from the other world, even if it was with a girl he wasn't particularly interested in.
He walked into the foyer, confidently, spotting Jessica immediately. She was wearing her dirty blonde hair curled, shaped around her face, which only had natural make-up on. She wore a pale pink blouse which was plain on the front with only a white bow on her back, being able to see her lower back. A black short miniskirt with floral white lace over it, nude high heels and a chunky white necklace and bracelet.
"Jessica!" he called as he was exiting the lift.
"Harry, it's nice to see you." She said, kissing him on the cheek, making both of them blush. They stood there awkwardly for a while until Harry broke the ice for the night.
"Shall we leave for the restaurant, Jess?" He asked, putting his arm out for her to hold onto.
"We shall and call me Ci-Ci. I don't really like Jess."
They walked out of the hotel looking like an attractive couple who had just been for a weekend away. Harry opened the door of the Ubër for her and they travelled to a restaurant called the Medlar near to the club. They got out to see a queue going down the street.
"I didn't realise we were going somewhere so popular." Said Harry, looking at the queue.
"Nearest restaurant to a top club, it's going to be busy." Replied Ci-Ci.
"Point proven."
"We're on the list so we won't have to wait for ages." She pulled him forward going to the waiter that was on the door.
"Harry Potter and Ci-Ci Hampton." She said, smiling.
"Of course, ma'am. This way." He picked up two menus and lead them to the secluded table near the back of the restaurant, being glared at from the queue of people behind them. Harry pulled out the chair for Jessica and sat down himself.
"A server will be over in a few minutes to take your drinks order." Said the waiter and left.
"Do you like it here? I assumed with you staying at the Hotel, this would be your kind of scene." She smiled, looking at the menu.
"It's very nice, good choice." Said Harry, not really saying the truth. He didn't like feeling above anybody and walking into the restaurant was just what happened. The inside was very posh and upper class and made him feel inadequate and self conscious; he wasn't used to this even if Jessica thought he was. He really hoped the night club wasn't like this.
"What are you looking at to drink?" Asked Jess.
"I don't know. what are you having?"
"Rosé, I think."
"I'll have the same."
Their conversation generally went on like that the whole time they were in the restaurant, helping choose their meals and discussing her life as Harry didn't want to share much of his.
Harry had the ricotta gnocchi with crisp hen egg, roast courgettes, pink fir potatoes and romesco and Jessica had the roast skate with mussel and leeks vinaigrette.
Once they had paid, which Harry insisted on doing, they walked down the street to go to Raffles, the club Jess had decided they'd go to. They weren't touching now, walking down the street awkwardly not speaking, it was obvious from the meal that they wouldn't see each other again but they carried it through.
They heard noise as they turned the corner onto the street where the club was, they carried on walking though.
"I wonder what's happened tonight." Said Jess, nonchalantly, making Harry think this was a common occurrence here. He was slightly worried.
They were approaching the venue and saw camera flashes in front of the doors and a long queue to the side. Standing on the edge of the fray, they thought about how they were going to get through to the door.
"Harry Potter! I never thought I'd meet you here!" Said a loud voice, in the middle of the crowd. Harry froze in place, panicking that someone had found him in two days.
A boy around his age came forward and man hugged him smiling.
"You probably have no idea who I am, do you?" He asked, laughing.
"Not a clue."
"Brooklyn Beckham, fellow wizard." He said still laughing.
"Well, that is a surprise. Nice to meet you." Harry said, cautiously. He had just broken the statute of secrecy in front of a group of paparazzi, who would probably ignore it, he admitted.
"Sorry for the sudden introduction, but it'd be great to have a chat with you once I can get inside, fancy a drink?"
"Yeah, cool, just got to get out of something." He said. Harry turned around and saw Ci-Ci looking gobsmacked at them.
"Ci-Ci, Jessica." He said, trying to get her attention, "we already know this isn't going to work so why don't we split up for the evening. We just don't match, I'm sorry. See you around." He cringed as he turned away not waiting for her to respond. He had been looking for an excuse anyway.
"Did you really just ditch your date for me?" Brooklyn said, fluttering his eyelashes playfully.
"Wasn't going to work. Posh and snooty, not my type." Harry said punching him on the arm, smiling.
"What was that for?" Brooklyn said, looking hurt.
"For making me like you in the space of four sentences." He laughed. Harry couldn't believe he had made a friend so quickly; so much to say adios to a girl, which he never thought he'd be able to do.
"Let's get inside before we have articles in the morning about my mystery abuser."
Brooklyn strode forward making the press part and let him through with Harry following.
"Where did you come from, Harry?...How long have you known each other?...Who was the girl?" A lot of questions were asked. Brooklyn made him pose for a photo before they entered the club. All he could think about was getting found out because of pictures in the papers tomorrow.
The club wasn't very full where they entered which was where you ordered drinks and sat down to quietly talk. A lot of the older members were in there, sipping their whiskeys, while you could see a soundproof door to the side with a sign on it saying the club was through it.
"So Potter, what can I get you? My treat. I did drag you through all those cameras." Brooklyn said, nodding to the bar man.
"I'll just have a coke, thanks." He said, leaning on the bar.
"Ah, come on, were in a club, you've got to have something alcoholic. Why are you here anyway?" He asked, getting his usual beer from the bartender.
"I am only here because I was on a date that was utterly boring. I probably would have tried something alcoholic if Ci-Ci was still here." Harry said, chuckling.
"Right then, your having a beer and then we'll see. Your sixteen, got to try something. You've not even tried Fire-whiskey?"
"Nope, only butterbeer." Harry said being handed his pint over the bar.
"Come on, we'll sit down and then go through." Brooklyn said, leading them to a secluded corner.
"What are you doing here?" Brooklyn asked again.
"I've already told you...posh totty etcetera." Harry said taking a sip of his beer and liking it.
"That's not what I mean. Usually no one hears anything from you all summer and now your out on the town. Something's got to have changed." Harry could see Brooklyn was suspicious.
"Oh, I left home on my birthday without my guardians permission, if that's what you mean. I'm usually stuck being a slave for my aunt and uncle during the summer. It's nice change to be going to a top end club instead." He said, trying to laugh it off.
"Where are you staying?" Brooklyn said, sounding slightly concerned.
"Just brought a house this afternoon, got the keys with me."
"You sound all set up then."
"Yeah, pretty much." Said Harry, looking down mysteriously.
"Right, now I know that you not on the run or anything, down that beer and we'll get some shots in before we go into the club." He smiled mischievously.
"Sounds like my first lads night out." Laughed Harry, but then his phone rang. He went to look at it but Brooklyn stopped him.
"How about a night to just drink and party with no distractions. Sounds like you need to celebrate your first house. Let your hair down and let the stresses of responsibility roll off." He smiled.
"Alright, let's do this then." Harry turned off his phone and within a minute he had had his first shot.
"You could have warned me about the after taste!" Said Harry cringing at him.
"Taste's not the point. They're mainly used for getting drunk which is what we're doing. Another and then we will go through to the club."
They soon found themselves dancing around with girls for hours with bottles of beer being continuously replaced in their hands. After numerous beers, both Brooklyn and Harry were to hammered to carry on dancing so sat with some girls that were all too happy to sit on the laps of Brooklyn Beckham and his friend. Brook was also happy making out with the girl while Harry couldn't quite do that, even in his present state, he couldn't bring himself to do it, even if it was just to escape.
"You know Brook, you should move in with me and Naomi. You're a lot of fun to be around and I need that right now." Said Harry, slurring his words a bit. He had told Brooklyn about Naomi a few hours ago.
"Might just take you up on that." Taking a breath from kissing that random girl.
After another drink and a few more beers Harry was starting to look queazy and disorientated but still enjoying himself on the dance floor, which he had returned, leading the party. Brooklyn went over to get him.
"Alright Potter, time to go home. This is your first night out which makes we responsible for you." Taking his arm.
"Come on Beckham. The parties just getting started!" He shouted with a cheer from everyone else.
"You won't think that in the morning." Brook mumbled.
"What was that?"
"Nothing. I'll call Ranjit, my Dad's driver and then we'll get going." Said Brooklyn, stepping off the floor.
"Potter out!" Harry shouted, wobbling precariously following Brooklyn.
They sat in the empty sophisticated lounge and were soon told the car was outside. The paparazzi had taken pictures of Brooklyn so many times after clubbing that there were only a view of them outside then and they only took photos and didn't approach them, unlike someone else.
"Harry Potter! I have been standing outside here for nearly five hours waiting for you to come out. Ben left after an hour. What have you been doing? You stink of booze and sweat. You've been drinking haven't you. I don't even know why I care." Shouted Naomi waving her arms around, clearly angry.
"Calm down, m'lady. We have been having a good time. I was just getting him home actually and may I say you look extremely beautiful." Naomi ignored Brooklyn, who was trying to distract her, and glared at Harry.
"I can speak for myself, Brook. Just what he said. Sorry I forgot about you, the date dragged and I just wanted some fun at the club afterwards." Harry was clearly drunk, slurring all his words, hanging onto Brooklyn.
"Where's Jessica then?"
"Ditched her. She was really posh and demanding."
"Harry! That's no way to treat a lady!"
"Can we just get him into the car and home please. I'm sure you'd appreciate not having ten thousand pictures of you arguing with me on the internet tomorrow." Said Brooklyn, through his teeth.
They all piled into the car with Brook and Naomi shooting glares at each other.
"You know, I love you guys, your better than Ron and Hermione any day. And Neville, Dean, Seamus. Who needs guardians? Sirius doesn't need a teenager to look after, after being stuck in prison for twelve years or Remus, he's got enough to deal with. You guys are my new family. Even you Brooklyn, even though I only met you a few hours ago, I feel we've bonded on a personal level." Said Harry, mixing his emotions and putting his arms around both their shoulders.
"Ah, Harry mate, I feel the same way about you. We'll be home soon." Said Brooklyn, sarcastically.
Harry carried on being an emotional drunk all the way into the house, which made Brooklyn ask how they could afford it.
"Harry's a millionaire. He saw the house and wanted it for his family in the future so he's going to buy it at the end of the week out of his trust fund and negotiate with his bank to see what help he can get from his inheritance." Explained Naomi, nonchalantly.
"Right, you might want to think about who you spread that information to in the future. Finding out that a teenager is a millionaire will mean a lot of people will pounce on him and try to con him out of it." Warned Brooklyn with one arm around Harry, putting him on the sofa.
"It seems like you and Harry are friends now and he hates explaining about his past and money situation, so it seemed the right thing to do." Said Naomi, yawning, clearly tired and was in no mood to argue like earlier.
"Um...thanks. If you wanna go to bed, I can stay with Harry." Offered Brook.
"Thanks. I feel like I'm sleep walking. I'll just call my mum...maybe I'll just text her, it being early in the morning and all."
"Okay, I'm gonna sleep on the sofa tonight. Can't be bothered to go home. My mum will just moan at me. See you in the morning."
"Night."
Naomi left walking up out of the room. Brooklyn thought she was much nicer when she was sleepy but also liked that she cared for Harry enough to shout at him in front of the paparazzi.
"Is it time for bed?" Asked Harry, drooling on his shoulders.
"Remind me to never let you get drunk again. Yes it is." Replied Brook with disgust.
Brooklyn helped Harry up the stairs and looked into the open door that looked to be Harry's room. Once the door was closed, he levitated Harry onto the bed and left. He explored the next floor and saw a couple of empty rooms. He transfigured his jumper into a comfy bed and his clothes into pyjamas and climbed in.
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Harry woke up with his head banging and the curtains of the room being flung open, blinding him instantly.
"Time to get up, Harry. You've been asleep all morning. Today you need to check out of the hotel and collect all your things back here and then you are going to help me ferry stuff from mine over to here." Said Naomi bustling around the room. Harry looked at his phone and it only said ten in the morning. "Brooklyn's ordered breakfast and it should be here soon. So up and shower."
Naomi wasn't watching but when she turned around she saw Harry with his shirt off, heading towards the bathroom, in a pair of sunglasses that had come out of no where. She just shook her head and left. She walked down the stairs into the basement kitchen where Brooklyn was sat in the private living room watching The Jeremy Kyle Show.
"You would have thought everyday people would be smarter than we are." Said Brooklyn, commenting on the show.
"What do you mean by that?" Said Naomi being a bit tetchy as it was the morning.
"I just mean, I thought they'd be a bit more considerate about feelings and stuff because that's what they rely on to get through whereas we have enough money to get through with just money if we had to, not that we do but you know what I mean." He looked quizzical.
They heard Harry shout from upstairs that he was going for a run and would be back in fifteen minutes.
"Breakfast will be here soon!" Shouted Naomi.
"I need to train before breakfast. I'll be back in time!" He shouted back.
He opened the door intending to start jogging at a fast pace as soon as he stepped out of the door. He usually trained for an hour every morning but if he missed it a fast fifteen minute run usually did the trick and if he had the chance a swim in the evening. He pulled it open and saw a man standing there. He looked just as surprised as Harry felt.
"Can I help you?" Asked Harry.
"Yes, I'm looking for my son, Brooklyn. Is he here?" The man asked.
"Yeah. Brook, your Dad's here!" Harry shouted, "Just go down the stairs and he's watching T.V with Naomi. He's ordered breakfast your welcome to stay and eat with us. Meanwhile, I am going for a run Mr Beckham and I'll see you in fifteen minutes." Harry was out the door before David Beckham could warn him about the articles and pictures online of him last night with Brooklyn and the people that are going to come up to him in the street.
He walked into the foyer admiring the high ceilings and marble floor. He walked down the stairs and bumped into Brooklyn half way.
"Dad. Good to see you." He said giving him a man hug.
"See you had a good night?"
"It's already on the internet?" He moaned.
"Yep. Had to come meet the man myself. I've read those books you have and he's a legend in British Wizarding Society." David said excitedly.
"Keep it down, Naomi's not a witch." He whispered, "Did you warn Harry before he went for his run?"
"Tried to he was out the door before I had the chance to mention it."
"Well, he'll be back in a bit complaining."
"Excuse me but your standing in the middle of the stairs leaving me standing here awkwardly, waiting to be introduced." Called Naomi.
David followed the voice while Brooklyn came after him.
"Naomi, I assume. Nice to meet you, I'm David Beckham, Brooklyn's dad." He smiled, kissing her cheek.
"Nice to meet you too, Mr Beckham. Would you like a cup of tea? As tradition in a British household." Said Naomi, blushing, walking into the kitchen.
"Yes please. I only came to check on my son but now I want to see Mr Potter's reaction to the paparazzi all around London that want pictures of him. He was wearing one of those low hung tank tops as well. Oh this is going to be a field day for the press if he goes to Hyde park." Laughed David, sitting down on one of the stools in Harry and Naomi's kitchen.
"It's mean to laugh at him. He's not used to it...wait what do you mean paparazzi and why are they going after him?. Why's he so special?" Asked Naomi, confused.
"Oh he is used to it..." David mumbled. "There are a few articles on the internet about Harry and Brooklyn's night out last night. Because of Brooklyn's status during the summer" He said giving Brook a look, "all the press are on the watch for what he's up too, like last night. You and Harry are in most of the pictures so you've got your fifteen minutes of fame to look forward to for a couple of days."
"So I'm not leaving this house for a few days. Brilliant." She said, sarcastically.
"It's not that bad. Just embrace it, it's what I do." Said Brook, sipping his tea in front of Jeremy Kyle. "Also, because your hot and Harry keeps himself in shape, this isn't going to go away quickly. You should get a reality show out if it. Make a load of money."
"I've always wanted to be a reality star." Naomi said, being sarcastic again.
They carried on chatting about nothing until breakfast arrived a few minutes later.
"Too bad, Harry's going to miss his pancakes. Dad, you can have them."
"You got Harry pancakes? He wouldn't have eaten much of it anyway. He probably lives on minimal salads and protein shakes. He would have just been being polite if he did eat any of it. I can tell he's very proud of his body, that's why he went on a run this morning, he spent an hour or two in the gym yesterday." Explained Naomi, biting into her salmon and goats cheese bagel.
"Right, should have known." His sarcasm prominent again.
Meanwhile, Harry was running in silence down the street until he spotted a park he could run through. He didn't know which one it was because he wasn't yet cultured with the lay out of London but it was better than running along streets with people staring at him. He didn't know why younger muggles were staring at him but he ignored it like he had learnt to over many years.
He changed direction and almost immediately bumped into a group of people holding cameras that were now flashing at him. He turned to see if they were there for someone else but all the people behind him were either asking others who he was or gaping at him.
'Time to get out of here.' He thought turning around and running back in the direction he came from. But the cameras carried on following him down the street. He decided to sprint to an alley way and glamor his face and transfigure his clothes before walking out as a business man.
He did just as he planned and it worked, out running everyone there. Although, there was a few odd looks when someone completely different in a suit walked out of the passage way.
He did like the feeling of having a suit on. It made him feel powerful and that he could accomplish anything.
He carried on walking in that business man form so as not to attract attention until he was inside the door of his house which he then turned the glamor off but kept the suit.
"Hey, Naomi, Brook, Mr Beckham." He called, collapsing in the lounge, on the ground floor.
"Do you want some breakfast? There's some leftovers." Called Naomi, walking up the stairs.
"No, I'll wait until lunch, we need to get some food in anyway."
"Do it online. A lot easier than battling the fray again."
"You can get food on the internet?"
"You can buy food and get it delivered here on the internet. What's with the suit?" She sat down next to him.
"Oh..." He was about to explain then realised he couldn't with magic being involved. "I...um...saw it in a shop and liked it so bought it to get away from the cameras on my run."
"If that's your method of escaping the lime light, I won't judge. David told us about the articles by the way. Shall we go on the Waitrose website and get some stuff?"
"Wish he had warned me before I went sprinting out. What's Waitrose?" He honestly, asked.
"You apparently were away before he could. Waitrose is a supermarket. Once we've done this, we're going to go and check you out of the hotel and get your stuff and then start on the stuff at my house. May need a removal van? We'll have to look when we get there."
"I'm not going back to that hotel." Harry said adamantly
"You have to. But only once. Don't be a chicken!" She giggled.
"You didn't ditch a girl who's probably got an assassin on speed dial for occasions like this."
"Come on. We'll get Brooklyn to come and she won't dare approach you then."
"After lunch. I gonna need to eat something if I'm even going to approach the lions den again." Grumbled Harry.
"It's only just gone eleven so were not going to get any food until at least one. How about we go to my house and start packing up some boxes instead then?" She asked.
"Okay. Let me get out of this suit first...oh wait." Paused Harry, realising transfiguration wasn't an option.
"And that is why we should go to the hotel first. Be a man, Harry." Sighed Naomi.
"If I am shot in the back by a sniper I will haunt you in ghost form."
"So that's a yes?"
"Fine, but I'm serious..." He was joking around with Naomi and having fun, forgetting about the outside world and focusing on his new best friends, but he had to mention the name of his godfather when the past few days had been amazing. Naomi noticed his face fall and his arms fold in front of his chest, leaning further into the chair.
"Harry, what's wrong?" She asked, concerned for him.
"Ahh...umm...I left my godfather behind when I came here and he's called Sirius and that just reminded me of everything we've been through. Meeting him and...it just brought back a load of memories that I now have to leave behind after only meeting him once or twice. He feels like family through all the letters we have sent to each other and he told me everything I know about my parents. I've not even thought about him in the past few days and I feel kinda guilty about it." Harry was uncomfortable under the eyes of Naomi, trying to comfort him with her hand on his arm and her eyes clearly showing pity.
"Why didn't you go live with him?" She asked, innocently.
"He would have made me go back to my Aunt and Uncle when I can't and he would have persuaded me to go anyway. I'm fine let's go and get Brooklyn so we can go and get this trip to the hotel over with." Harry stood up quickly and walked out of the room and jogged down the stairs before Naomi could say anything else.
"Oh Harry..."she whispered. She felt close to him but she could tell he was holding back his actual feelings. He allowed her a little information but was adamant not to give her anything else; she just had to wait and find out when he chose to trust her with it.
She put on her coat on over her dress she was wearing last night. It was a four hundred pound, cream, sleeveless Ted Baker and she loved it so much, she slept in her knickers in a house full of boys, just so it didn't get creased. She re-did her hair that morning as well as put the heels back on. It may be uncomfortable but she may as well look good, just as Brook had said early that morning, which made her feel more weird now than in the moment. He must have seen so many girls and most of them would look better than her; she drew the conclusion that he was trying to get a girl who had come stomping and shouting at them to calm and he meant nothing by it. She had worn it for Benedict anyway.
"Are you coming? This was your idea." Said Harry, standing in the door way with Brook.
"Yes, I'm there. We need to call up an Über..."
"Ranjit's driving my Dad home then us to Harry's hotel. I don't know why you'd want to get changed though. We all look rather dapper, if I do say so myself." Complimented Brooklyn.
"I don't think a suit or a dress is suitable for moving boxes really." Replied Naomi, walking through the both of them.
"I'd rather watch you picking up boxes in that dress or maybe latex..." Brooklyn was grinning at her. Harry was trying to stifle his laugh behind him.
"Can we just go please? I'd rather get this over with just like Harry and get some food in so we have energy for later, bringing all my stuff here. Your helping by the way Brooklyn."
Naomi stomped out of the house and got in the car with David.
"She doesn't know that you basically said I could live here, does she?" Brooklyn asked Harry.
"Did I?" Harry gave Brooklyn a confused look.
"Yeah when I was kissing that girl and I said I would take you up on that. I've decided I like you and Naomi's hot so I'm gonna transform the top floor into my bedroom or at least one of the rooms and the other could be a guest room or something else."
"I'm fine with that but you can tell Naomi. We should probably get of here anyway."
Every was in the car and they were driving through the London streets until they reached the celebrity area of London where most of the famous lived to avoid the limelight most of the time. Romeo and Cruz came running out of the large house to greet their father not expecting their brother to come out and hug them both with little Harper coming up behind them slower being the youngest.
"Hey Harpsy, meet my friends, Harry and Naomi." Said Brooklyn, picking the three-year old up and walking to the car.
"But you don't have friends, Boo." She said quite seriously. This made Harry and Naomi laugh within the car.
"That's not true, I have friends in America. Well, we need to go again but could you tell Mummy and Daddy something for me?" The small girl nodded at him.
"I'm moving in with Harry and Naomi and if you tell mummy she won't shout at me. Straight away, anyway. Got it?" She nodded once again, running inside after her father, who had skipped past his children to see his wife.
"Are you really moving out, Brook? What about Salem?" Said Cruz, looking sad but trying to be tough.
"Salem can live without me, I'm going to go to school with Harry and Naomi now, here in London." He whispered this moving them further away from the car so Naomi wouldn't catch on.
"I could go to Hogwarts instead and be with you here and Mum, Dad, Cruz and H-P-seven can go back to America. I got the letter for Hogwarts last year." Romeo seemed more upset being the closest brother.
"I'm not going to Hogwarts, I'm going to what ever school these two are going to, but I need to go now, I'll be back tonight then move out tomorrow. Ranjit can always bring you all round to stay for a few days."
"I have a younger brother your age, that's going to be around all the time, so I don't see why you can't." Added Naomi, who had jumped out of the car to stretch her legs.
"I really do have to go, Romeo but I will be back tonight and we can play some Xbox or something." Brooklyn climbed back into the car and watched his brothers wave through the blacked-out windows.
"When was it agreed that you would be moving into the house?" Asked Naomi, looking at the both of them.
"Last night and this morning, apparently." Replied Harry, leaning back into the seat, offering Brooklyn the chance to explain.
"He offered. It'a better than living with my parents. Why are you going to live with Harry anyway?" Brooklyn knew he had contradicted her and the grimace on her face just proved his thoughts were correct.
"Can we just get the stuff from the hotel and leave as quickly as possible? I would rather get it over and done with ASAP now I'm being made to do it." Complained Harry
"Think of the clothes. They're designer. You wouldn't want to just abandon them at a hotel." Said Naomi.
"I'll think of the electronics then. They're definitely not worth abandoning..." Harry mumbled under his breath, making Brooklyn grin at his crotch so Naomi wouldn't notice.
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Founder's Phoenix