17 - 8am

Waking up with a small woman cuddled up as closely as humanly possible is not a sight you could get used to. However, you don't feel inclined to get used to it. You hope, 20 years down the line, you'll still feel butterflies.

You leave Paige to sleep for the rest of the morning, but hear shouting downstairs. You throw on a dressing gown for decency and go down.

There stands an older woman and man, with Tony. Harry looks done with life. You enter the kitchen.

"Y/N, good morning. Meet Tony's parents."

You glance at the older couple. The woman's lips are pursed, and she has a string of expensive looking pearls at her neck. She looks like she shops in Mark's and Spencer's and Waitrose.

"That's her, mother." He says.

"This is the little wench who stole your wife?" She shakes her head at you. "Shame on you. It was in God's plan that the weird girl and my son would get married and produce many grandchildren for me!" She wags a finger in your direction.

Having just woken up, having no energy for social situations, and finding the whole thing rather comical- seriously, Tony has gone crying to his mummy for help?- you burst out laughing.

"What's so funny? Hm? That you are committing sins every day?"

"Christ, I've just woke up." You shake your head. "I didn't steal anything of his. It was her decision. He pushed her away. He can blame me all he likes, but he knows deep down it's no one's fault but his own."

"How could you even suggest such a thing?!" She snaps. "My little Anthony has never done anything wrong in his life!"

"Your little Anthony is 32 and came crying to you the moment things didn't go his way." Harry butts in. "Look, I worked hard for this house so my husband and I could live here in peace and quiet. Other people are here now, and even if it wasn't the original plan, it works for us and we were all happy until your son started spouting such disgusting things about the people living here. Would you stand for your husband making a string of unwarranted personal attacks on your appearance, mental state, and sexuality?"

"He stands for it off me." She says simply. You turn to Tony's father, who looks deeply uncomfortable. You feel bad for him for a moment.

"If Paige had wanted to marry Tony, she'd have done it. But she didn't. You can't do anything about it." He continues.

Tony punches the wall. The plaster cracks. "This isn't fair!"

He goes off on a long rant about how much of a dick Harry is, how much of a bitch Paige is, and how much of a skank you are. His mother nods slowly in agreement. Harry sighs and turns to his father.

"Want a beer, mate?"

He looks up in surprise. "Oh, yeah, go on. Cheers, mate."

You glance at the clock on the wall. It's 8am. You take a beer as well when it's offered to you.

"...and that's why I'm going to kill you all!" Tony announces.

"You done?" Harry asks. "Well, it'll be nice seeing you in court when we get a restraining order. You leave now."

"We will not leave! This is absolutely outrageous! Never in my life-" his mother starts.

"Never in your life has someone told you no. We're leaning, Anthony, Camilla, we aren't welcome."

"Oh, just them two. You come back and grab a drink at any time, mate." Harry nods at his dad and they have a small moment of Bromance agreement. You watch as the older gentleman leads his wife and son out of the house. You turn to Harry.

"What... what the fuck?"

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