Chapter 6:

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A few days after his date with Severus he got a text from the man saying he'd be out of the country for the next 3 weeks. He hated to admit it but he was disappointed. He liked the time that he got to spend with Severus and this definitely put a damper on things. He wasn't sure how he had become so attached to Severus in the few weeks that they had known each other but by seeing him he continually getting closer to breaking the first rule of being an escort: don't fall for the clients. He generally made it his rule not to fall for anyone it only complicated things. He didn't have serious relationships just light flings, the most serious he had gotten was with Draco and that wasn't serious at all. Dating another escort was a way to have a personal relationship with someone who couldn't manage to find a way to hold it over your head.

It had been a week since the text from Severus had come through and he hadn't heard a word since. He had sent a few causal texts and hadn't received a reply to any of them, so out of fear of coming off clingy he decided against texting anything else until he received a reply. He knew all about going on a few dates with a guy and then that guy getting the wrong impression. If it hadn't happened to him personally it had happened to friends of his. It was an unwritten rule of breakups real or unreal that one of the parties involved would wind up drunk and make the poor decision to get drunk and make a desperate call to the other. Harry had received plenty of those himself. He didn't want to end up being the one with the wrong idea and make the embarrassing drunk call one night in the 3 weeks that Severus was gone. They weren't even dating after all. Severus was one of the most confusing and infuriating men he had ever had the pleasure of being somewhat involved with. Rather than be that guy he decided to call Draco to take his mind off of things instead.

"You need to get him to dtr," Draco said as he sauntered through Harry's kitchen.

"Excuse me?"

"You know define the relationship," Draco huffed. "Is this a friends with benefits scenario or is this let's have a serious relationship etc."

"Maybe I should figure out what I want too," Harry laughed.

"Uncle Sev would probably respect you more if you came into the situation knowing what you wanted."

"Uncle Sev," Harry repeated. "Also, I wasn't aware there was going to be a situation until a few weeks ago.""Isn't that how most relationships start?" Draco asked sifting through drawers looking for a bottle opener.

"You're a real pain in the arse."

"I know," Draco winked at him. "Do you want to know what the real pain in the ass is?""What?"

"Coming to Camden in the traffic I did this morning, for you."

"Such an arse," Harry laughed.

"Why do you live out here? It's positively horrendous," Draco whined.

"Not all of us can live in Belgravia."

"No, not all of us, but you certainly could. You're a secret millionaire and a high class escort. Shame, what a waste," he replied looking at his nails with disinterest.

"Fine, not all of us choose to live in Belgravia," Harry grinned.

"Such a freak, Potter."

After spending the morning hearing Draco complain about how impossibly small his flat was and that he really needed an upgrade, Harry drug him out. He wasn't sure what they were going to do but it was the only way to get Draco to shut up. Draco was the equivalent to that chatty, annoying girl from school that everyone seemed to love and hate at the same time. After hearing Draco moaning about how he was starving they finally settled on one of the small café's on the high street.

"There's a rave tomorrow," Draco piped up after the waitress had taken their orders.

"That's great but I don't think so."

"You are actually a 45 year old man," Draco teased.

"Where is it then?"

"Somewhere in the country I don't know all the details. It's at this abandoned old house."

"Sounds completely promising," he quipped. "Maybe next time."

Draco might not of had the capacity to talk Harry into going to a rave but he did talk him into going to a club with him. Draco in an effort to spice things up invited his friends Pansy and Blaise and Harry not wanting to be outnumbered invited Ginny who was Ron's little sister. Draco like Blaise had been shipped off to public school at Eton and now Blaise was at Cambridge. While Pansy not to be outdone went to school at Cheltenham and was apparently a model now. Draco was a high class escort. They kind of snubbed Harry because of his common upbringing and probably wouldn't even speak to him at all if they didn't know that he just so happened to be loaded. Whenever Harry scoffed at their mention of their education Draco quickly reminded him that his father was a product of Eton and he probably would have been too

While his attempts at using Draco to keep him distracted from the absence of Severus were amiable they weren't quite working. Draco was a free spirit and when the night was in full swing he had disappeared into the bathroom with at least 3 guys. Pansy and Blaise were half drunk, hanging all over each other in the corner. And some handsome bloke had caught Ginny's eye and pulled her out onto the dance floor. Harry just found himself being a miserable sod, nursing a drink at the table the rest of the group had abandoned him at. He had just decided to leave when Draco decided it was time to make an appearance and he was completely pissed to boot.

"Where does your sad ass think it's going?" Draco grinned.

"Home.""Babe, you're stressing over a man that hasn't even defined the relationship."

"I'm not stressing. I just well…I just miss him."

"Then go and get him," Draco winked.

"You're mad," Harry laughed.

"Take me home lover boy," Draco said wrapping his arms around Harry's neck.

"What about the string of boys you've been leading around all night?""None of them are take home material," Drace replied haughtily receiving a laugh in return.

Harry bid the others goodbye and helped Draco out onto the curb and caught one of the black cabs that someone else had vacated a few seconds beforehand. He checked his phone to find that Severus still hadn't rang or texted while Draco hung out the window calling out to people who were waiting for the bus. What was supposed to be a night of Draco distracting him had turned into a night of him babysitting. He finally made it home with Draco stumbling all the way up the stairs. Once he had gotten Draco stripped down to his pants and into bed he went to take a shower.

As he was drying himself off and putting the kettle, the screen on his phone lit up with a text from Severus.

'Sorry, regrettably lost my phone somewhere in the city,' Severus offered.

'S'okay,' Harry smiled with relief. 'How is the trip?'

'Rather boring. Leaving earlier than anticipated.'

'When?'

'Wednesday.'

'Brilliant!' Harry said grinning like a loon.

'Things are well I trust?'

'Great, I miss you,' Harry replied rather cautiously.

'I miss you too. Goodnight. xx'

'Night,' Harry not being able to wipe the smile from his face.

Finally at ease with the situation he climbed into the bed with Draco shoving him off his side. He curled up with a pillow and smiled in relief. The next morning he woke up with Draco's head on his stomach, his blonde counterpart was curled up in a ball using him as a pillow. He checked his phone again to make sure that last night had really happened and smiled as he scrolled through the short conversation. The best part was that Severus said that he was coming back early. He smiled slightly as Draco shifted and rolled over onto his side and yawned loudly. Harry quickly put his phone down before Draco took the opportunity to pull it out of his hands and read his messages.

"What's with the smile?" Draco asked propping himself up on one of his arms.

"Severus is coming home early."

"Oh yeah? How do you know?"

"He texted me," Harry grinned.

"Well it was about time," Draco huffed playfully. "Let's get drunk tonight to celebrate."

"I can't I have to work."

"A client?"

"No like my actual job. The one Ron and Hermione know about."

"Why do you even bother with that its not like they come to check up on you."

"It's just easier than completely lying," Harry shrugged.

Spending part of every weekend stocking shelves in a shop wasn't his idea of a good time, but like he told Draco it was better than lying to his friends about what he did. He didn't tell Ron and Hermione about his sudden inheritance because he knew how jealous Ron could be when in reality he would give it all to the Weasleys if he knew they would take it. Also, Mr. Weasley had helped him get the job and if he quit he was sure the owner would pass that bit of information along. It was easier than coming clean because Ron would ultimately be disgusted and Hermione would be supportive in a disapproving sort of way and he knew he couldn't handle it. It would split them down the middle and cause what might me an irreparable rift in their friendship, or at least there would always be some scar tissue there. It sucked that he couldn't be as open as he'd liked to but as he found out pretty early in life that's just how things tended to be.

Harry found himself driving everyone, who came within distance of him, mad with his anticipation. He really couldn't wait for Wednesday morning to arrive and to be able to see Severus again. They had only been seeing each other for a few weeks now but there was something about Severus that drew him in. He just felt rule number one slipping further and further down the drain and he found himself not caring. He didn't know how he would ever tell Severus but he was almost certain that he loved the older man. Love worked in odd ways from what he had observed. When you know, you know. Sometimes it happens quickly and sometimes it happens slowly. The only thing about love was that it didn't have to be a mutual feeling and that scared him.

When Wednesday morning did arrive he got up at 6 and showered and got ready before heading to the airport. He hadn't told Severus that he intended to meet him at the arrivals gate only asked what time his plane was due back and had worked the rest out online. Catching a cab to Heathrow he arrived about an hour before the plane was due to arrive, but soon found out there had been delays from in climate weather and the plane would arrive 2 hours after the scheduled time. He sighed quietly and went to one of the Starbucks in the airport to get a coffee to tie him over. He found an empty bench near the arrivals gate and looked around at the people who were there waiting with him. Some of them had signs with their loved ones names on them and that made him smile and think of some sort of scene in a movie. It was a nice feeling.

Somewhere in the time he found himself waiting he had dozed off. He was awoken when someone sat down quietly next to him. He looked over to see the familiar face of Severus looking back at him. He smiled warmly trying to shrug away the remnants of sleep. They didn't say anything for a long while and just looked at each other, each studying the other. He felt himself squirm under the dark gaze like the man could see everything he was thinking. It was awhile before either of them spoke and Harry found himself being the first to break the shared silence.

"Fancy seeing you here," he grinned widely.

"Quite the surprise for me as well," Severus replied quietly with a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. He slowly leaned over and planted a kiss on Harry's lips.

"I missed you."

"I missed you too."

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