Tomorrow’s Christmas, Haz
Summary: Short One-Shot based off this picture:
Word Count: 193
“Where are you? Why aren’t you here? It’s Christmas tomorrow, Haz.”
The pints keep flowing in, pushing his thoughts out.
“Hey, El, where’s Haz? It’s my birthday, we’re supposed to be celebrating.”
A hand gently grabs his arm, trying to usher him away from the bar.
“No, I’ve got to stay here and wait for him. Where is he, El?”
The hand pulls on his arm again, this time slightly harder. A murmur is whispered in his ear.
“No! He’s coming! He said he’d be here! I’ve got to wait for Hazza.”
More alcohol is poured, until the boy can hardly focus on anything. “Where is he?” is his only concern.
Things go black for a moment until someone guides him to a place filled with flashing lights where words are barely comprehendible and shouts are barely audible.
“It’s Christmas tomorrow!”
He stumbles, the grip on his arm tightens to steady him, before he falls into the backseat of the car. He looks beside him to where Harry is sitting, only to find it’s Eleanor at his side instead. His face falls, his heart shattered.
“Tomorrow’s Christmas, Haz. Why aren’t you with me?”