A/N: My lovely betas ( @niallandharrymakemestrong, @melissas173, @emulateharry, and @little-black-dress-24) deserve so much credit for putting up with me. Thank you, ladies, for making my days brighter and my burdens lighter!
TRIGGER WARNING! Self-harm is discussed in this part.
When I arrive at his house the next morning, I’m soaked through due to the rain. Luckily, my duffel is waterproof, so my clothes inside are fine. I’m fairly confident that he ignores my first few buzzes while he watches the water dripping down my face in the security monitoring feed before he lets me in through the gate. He makes me wait at the front door, and I know that he’s trying to piss me off, so I vow to pretend that everything is completely normal. But that won’t stop me from being as petty as he is.
When he finally opens the door, I greet him with a simple “Good morning, Harry” before I trail a wet path across his floor on my way to the loo for a hot shower. His protests follow me, but I pay no mind. If he’d been faster about opening the gate and the door, I might have been more careful about dripping on his precious floor.
Emerging 22 minutes later to the sight of him putting away a mop, I’m dressed in blue jeans with a simple t-shirt. It’s one of my favorite t-shirts as I earned it while working the Follow the Yellow Brick Road Tour in 2014. Working with Elton had been a blast, and was the first tour I’d worked, although I hadn’t worked it solo. I was part of a team for that tour, and we had traded off hours. Unfortunately, I’d had to leave the tour early due to circumstances beyond my control. I will never, ever be sorry for exiting that job early; Elton had understood when I’d explained, and I’d worked private security for him on a few events since then.