Chapter 1

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(Just a note this is a sequel to my other story Diary of a London Call Boy, and you can find it under my stories.)

"How long?"

"What?" Harry asked taken off guard by the lady on the bench at the bus stop.

"How long have you had that broken heart?" She asked kindly.

"Three months," he said after a moment.

In fact today marked three months since he had left Severus. Three months of tell himself that the'd done the right thing. Three months of trying to let himself dissolve into the anonymity that London was so keen to offer.

"Still very fresh then. You're wondering how I know?" She asked and he nodded. "Sweetheart, heartbreak is almost always worn on the sleeve."

He was honestly surprised that he had managed to get out of bed that morning. Those first few weeks had been some of the hardest of his entire life. His willpower had been so weak and Severus called him nearly everyday, until he couldn't take it anymore. One day out of sheer panic he had thrown his phone off of the Millennium Bridge and let it sink in the water below. Severus hadn't called again, he wasn't able to.

"Yeah, I suppose," he replied very noncommittally.

"Don't worry it may take some time, and it might not feel like it now, but it does in fact get better," she smiled kindly.

"Uh, thanks," he smiled weakly and got onto his bus.

Does it get better? It surely didn't feel that way. Everyday felt like the end of the world, and he carried the weight of it in the pit of his stomach. It ripped away his appetite and will to get out of bed in the morning. He looked like shit and he knew it. Every morning when he made himself look at himself in the mirror he could see how empty his eyes looked. The dark circles under them the paleness of his skin, the weight he had lost was becoming more evident everyday.

He sat down on one of the bus seats and his phone lit up with a call from Mrs. Weasley, and he routinely sent it to voicemail. She called to check up on him at least once a week, but he had learned to isolate himself in the past three months. Not seeing anyone who had obvious ties to Severus. Draco had tried hard in the beginning, but finally got the hint and Harry assumed he had put the energy into having a relationship with Neville. Ron and Hermione were back in school, so he could avoid them with little to no effort. The only time he willingly, if not begrudgingly, made himself known was once a month at dinner at The Burrow. It was the only way to get everyone off of his back the rest of the time.

Mrs. Weasley had been brilliant about the entire thing, holding off on her usual overbearing self to tell him that relationships come and go, and that if things were meant to sort themselves out that they would. He didn't know why but he found comfort in her words. That maybe she was right and that things would begin to sort themselves out. He hoped that they decided to get a move on sooner rather than later.

No one knew exactly what had happened, or why it had ended. And eventually they stopped asking. What was he meant to tell them? He wanted it to come across as a mutual decision, because he didn't know if he could bare to hear one person call the man a 'wanker.'

He climbed off the bus and walked the short distance from the stop to his flat. He climbed the stairs of the small flat he had found in the city and shut the door behind him, promptly shutting out the rest of the world behind him. He rarely left the small flat, but today was one of the days he had to drag himself out of bed to go and meet with the tutor he had hired to help him study to earn the proper exam results to go to university. It was mostly done in an effort to keep himself busy, and to make himself go out twice a week. It was too easy to stay indoors now, especially when you were sitting on top of an inheritance from your parents. There was no need to work, and he could order groceries and have them delivered to his door.

He walked through to the small kitchen and put the kettle on, and dropped his bag into one of the empty chairs at the small table. His flat had been a mess since the day he had moved in, he never bothered to put away any of his clothes, and instead opted to toss them onto the bed in the small bedroom that he never used. If he weren't too embarrassed, he would have hired someone to pick up his laundry too, but alas there was another excuse to go out on Sundays.

Harry waded through the disorganized mess that was the sitting room and shrugged off his jumper and tossed it onto the couch. He picked up the black shirt that hung over the back of the large chair he slept in most nights and pulled it on. It was the only thing of Severus' that he had, and he wasn't even sure that how he had managed to have it. It must have been an accident when he had packed in a hurry the he had left. It used to smell strongly of the man, but now it smelled more of Harry than Severus. It was his security blanket, and it held him now that Severus couldn't. It was like his own personal extension of the man.

He pushed open one of the windows as the kettle sounded and he went to make himself a cup of tea. He carried his cup over to the window and sat down on the crate under the windowsill and had a quiet smoke. This was how he spent most afternoons that he wasn't too busy crying away: smoking and drinking tea. He liked to watch the city move and work around him as though he didn't exist, sometimes he wished that it would swallow him up, and it would be as though he had never existed to begin with. Not existing at all had to be a better alternative than the way that things felt right now. It hurt more than he imagined anything could ever hurt, even if Severus had died he imagined that it might be less painful than this. At least then it wouldn't be like Rita Skeeter was dangling the man on a string just out of his reach. He wouldn't have to worry about how the man's day had gone, or if he missed Harry as much as Harry missed him.

Since leaving Severus some weeks and days were harder than others and Harry could feel it in the pit of his stomach that this was going to be an extremely difficult week. This week not only marked three months since he'd left Severus, but it would have also been their 10 month anniversary. He sighed heavily and put his cigarette out in the ashtray and went to run himself a bath. He had to keep himself occupied as much as possible, or this week would eat him alive, he could feel it.

When he woke up Friday, he was meant to go to a tutoring session, but he couldn't bare to get up and get dressed. He sent a text to Joe his tutor and told him he wouldn't be able to make it, but he'd still pay him for his time. He burrowed down into the plush duvet and continued his wallowing session. Today was their anniversary and as if to mock him the sun was actually shining and he could have sworn he heard a bird chirping outside his window. He wanted today to be over more than he had probably every wanted anything else, other than to be back with Severus.

Sometime in the afternoon his doorbell buzzed and he assumed it was the kid that delivered his groceries and went to open the door. He was past the point of caring about his appearance and padded across the flat wrapped in his blanket to open the door. When he pulled the door open, everything went black at the sight of what was on the other side, and he toppled to the floor.

He woke up confused and disoriented on the couch. He pushed himself up and thought that maybe he was dreaming, because there in his kitchen was Severus Snape. The man had his back to him and was busy what looked like cooking. Harry looked around the rest of the flat and noticed that everything had been tidied and put away. What was going on? How had the man found him? He had done his very best to stay out of anyone's line of attention, but here he was standing in Harry's flat.

"Is this a dream?" Harry asked after a moment and Severus spun around to look at him.

"No, this is very, very real," he said crossing the space between them with long strides and placing a desperate kiss on Harry's lips.

"What're you doing here?"

"I was so worried. I couldn't stay away any longer. Your number was disconnected and Mrs. Weasley said you weren't doing very well," Severus explained.

"I threw my phone into the Thames," Harry shrugged apologetically. "Why have you been talking to Mrs. Weasley?"

"I was worried about you, and rightly so," the man said gesturing to the now tidy flat.

"You're not meant to be here," Harry said desperately. "We can't be together, if she finds out she'll wreck everything."

"Do not worry about Rita Skeeter," Severus spat her name. "I've spent the past three months digging up the necessary information about who her and her contacts are. Money speaks volumes to people like that."

"She still has the power to ruin you," Harry said pushing him away. "You can't be here, it's not fair. You can't just give me this hope. What if it doesn't work? What then?"

"Harry, it's already working," Severus said caressing the side of his face and Harry looked at him confused.

Severus went on to explain that he had been picking off Rita's contacts one at a time, she had been very sloppy with covering her tracks. He had hired some of the best private investigators that money could buy and they were busy finding her contacts and gathering information on her. They were close to find the information necessary to put her away for a very long time. On the other hand Severus had been covering his and Lucius' tracks from their youth. How he had depleted half of his family's fortune, but he didn't care what it would take, that he was going to fix this, and he just need Harry to be patient with him.

"You have to start taking care of yourself," Severus said looking at him painfully. "You have to eat. You have to get out of bed in the morning."

"It's not been so easy," Harry said his voice wavering. "You've been working toward this the whole time and I've been thinking I'd never see you again."

"Hush now, and come and eat, I've made you dinner for our anniversary. I brought you flowers and chocolates and wine," Severus said kissing him softly.

"I'm afraid this is some kind of terrible dream," Harry said quietly. "That I'll wake up tomorrow and none of this will have happened."

"It's not a dream, come and have a shower, the food will keep warm," Severus said pulling him up onto his feet and leading him into the small loo.

The man turned on the shower and checked the water and helped Harry undress. He smiled fondly when he saw that Harry was wearing one of his shirts, he folding it in half and gently hung it on the towel rack and put the rest of his clothes in the hamper. He put Harry into the shower and closed the curtain.

"I want you to stay," Harry said as Severus headed for the door.

"I'll stay, I'm just going to find something for you to wear," the man conceded.

By the time Severus had come back bearing clothes Harry had finished with his shower and was climbing out. The man helped him dress and led him back into the small kitchen and sat him at the table. He cleared the textbooks from the table and chair and looked at Harry questioningly.

"I'm studying to resit my exams," he shrugged.

"That's really smart of you," Severus smiled lightly at him.

"I still can't believe this is real," Harry said after a moment.

"Trust me, this is very real. As real as that shirt you're wearing," Severus said gesturing to his warn shirt and Harry sort of smiled.

Harry and Severus had a quiet dinner together, but Harry was so used to not eating he could only finish around half of his plate. Severus looked saddened by the state of him and made him promise to start eating regularly. Severus put the dishes in the sink and led Harry away from the kitchen and down the hall to the bedroom. Harry inhaled deeply at how Severus had made quick work of the bedroom and had even managed to find the bedding to make the bed. He led Harry into the room and kissed him softly again.

He slowly slid the shirt off of Harry's shoulder and placed kisses down his jawline, before pulling his t-shirt over his head and tossing it on the floor. Harry looked at him wide eyed and slid backwards onto the bed. Severus climbed onto the bed, toeing his shoes off and pushed Harry back onto the mattress and kissed him again. He kissed his way down Harry's neck and onto his chest causing Harry to inhale sharply when his mouth made contact with his nipple, lick and sucking.

Harry's fingers fumbled to unbutton Severus' shirt and pull it down off of his shoulders, and then pulled the man's under shirt off as well. His fingers ghosted over the man's muscled chest, and he pulled the man up into another kiss. Harry could feel how hard he was through his pants and ran his hand over Severus's crotch, palming him softly. Severus on the other hand made quick work of Harry's pants and boxer's and had him naked in no time. His dark eyes drank in the site of Harry naked in front of him greedily. He kissed his way down Harry's chest and stomach, to his waist and then finally he took Harry's hard cock into his mouth and set his aptly talented tongue to work. He moaned loudly and clutched the sheets into his hands, his hips bucking up off of the mattress.

"Severus, please," he breathed.

Severus stops his assault and comes up and gazes down with hooded lids at Harry. He makes quick work of his own pants and soon they're both naked and aroused.

He slowly crawled up and kisses up Harry's stomach and chest and finally makes contact with his lips. Severus pulls back from the kiss and slowly pushes Harry's leg's apart and moves so that he's overtop of him. He slowly starts to prepare Harry slipping his lubed fingers into Harry stretching and preparing him. Harry closed his eyes and groaned softly at the contact. When he had finished he slowly sank into Harry, giving him a moment to adjust.

Harry let out a moan of pleasure and pushed his hips up instinctively. Severus slowly starts to move, easing in and out of Harry. Finding his rhythm he starts to quicken his pace. He then reached down and took Harry's cock in his hand and started working it in tune to his rhythm. Harry could feel the orgasm building deep in the pit of his stomach. He wouldn't last much longer and Severus kept thrusting into him.

"Come on Harry, cum for me," he whispered seductively into Harry's ear.

Severus' words are his undoing and he came, his body splintering into a million little pieces, Severus came a few seconds later, collapsing on top of him.

"I love you so very much," Severus said breathlessly.

"I love you too," Harry said fighting to hold back a well of tears.

" Don't cry," Severus said pulling him close to his chest.

Harry woke some time in the middle of the night with Severus' arms around him and silently pleaded to whatever gods there were not to let this be a dream.

A/N: I hope y'all like it! Please leave a review!