Gala After Gala
Harry didnât know that one moment with Y/N would change his life.Â
Word count: 28,920Â (no joke)
A/N: hi amores! this has been something i have been working on for months. this is older harry and I can honestly say iâve poured my heart into this piece. Â special mention to @matildashoney who was just an amazing support as i worked on this on and off. thank you for being patient with me friends! đ
i hope you enjoy, my loves. buckle in, grab your waters and happy reading!
Warnings: slow burn!!!!! (itâs worth it), angst, fluff, smut (female pleasure)Â
Another gala. Another check to write.
Harry has to remind his assistant to stop accepting these invitations for him. Next time heâll mail a check out instead. He had finished buttoning his velvet maroon coat as he handed off his keys to the valet for the hotel. The doorman guided him down the entry leading him to the extravagant ballroom.
To no surprise, the venue was decorated beautifully. There seemed to be a common theme of gold and flowers. At every turn, he saw a waiter with a boutonniere in their left pocket. The tablecloth shimmered under the dimmed lights, unlike the usual cheap fabric he saw at other events. For food, appetizers were lined up in the back with small places and forks to the side so one could serve themselves to their liking. Dinner was set to start in an hour once most of the guests arrived.
Harry mingled with a drink in his hand, not bothering to force a smile, he had the displeasure of knowing most of the people in attendance, and he canât say heâs the biggest fan of them. They all had one thing on their mind: money. None of them cared about the cause for tonight, Harry included. All they were there for was to flaunt their money and see who could donate the most, and by the looks of it, Old man Tommy was looking to take the win by how aggressively he was signing his checkbook.
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