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The air is quiet as Harry stands in the bathroom. He gazes into the mirror where he can see the door open behind himself. He pulls the hot sink tap open, letting the water rush from the tap into the sink. Harry puts his hands under the running water, feeling the lukewarmness of it. His hands form a cup and fill with the water before splashing it gently onto his face. His brown eyes shut as he splashed his face. Harry grabs for the small hand towel on the bar beside the sink however only reaches the bar itself. The towel pressed onto his face from a set of small hands. He swiftly grabs the towel himself, cringing a little inside at his lack of notice. The sound of running water stops as he pats his face dry.
When he pulls the towel away from his face he notices the smaller man he lives with standing beside him. His usual sun kissed skin and soft, seductive brown eyes yet his hair is a bit scruffy. “Oh good morning, Licha.” He smiles softly. Lisandro reaches around his large body, just barely grasping the comb sitting on the sinktop. Harry shifts to the side slightly to accommodate his partner. He observes his own face in the mirror, checking for any unwanted hairs on his face. He scratches at his chin with his trimmed nails softly. He glances at Lisandro through the mirror, checking for his presence. “Do ya think Ten Hag knows about us?” Harry questions softly.
Lisandro turns his head to the side to look at the brunette. “Hm?” He hums simply. His hand pauses with the comb. Raising a brow ever so slightly.
"You're quite close with him, yeah? Does he know?" Harry adds to his question.
"Well, nothing was said. He noticed my previous lover but not you.” He answers casually, setting the comb down. Lisandro shifts closer to the taller defender so he stands right at the Englishman's side. He extends his body upwards until he's able to reach. He grabs onto Harry's face gently with his left hand. Then he places a kiss to Harry's cheek softly.
“Why are you asking this now?” Lisandro questions in his soft accent. He pulls away from Harry now but doesn’t exit the bathroom yet. The Englishman feels his stomach twist with anxiety as he looks back at Lisandro staring straight at him.
“Ah… I-I just…” He stutters. Harry’s cheeks flush softly as he looks down to the tiles, avoiding his gaze. Moments of what ifs flash through his mind and keep that sinking feeling inside him. He gulps slowly, struggling with the motion a bit. He feels Lisandro’s hand gently touch down onto his shoulder. Harry instinctively glances up, just barely meeting the warm gaze beside him. He's sure now the terror is shining right through his eyes with how Lisandro's eyes soften as his eyebrows downcast slightly.
“Take your time, just tell me what’s wrong. I want to know.” He attempts to soothe Harry softly. His hand brushing his shoulder gently. Harry takes a deep breath, trying to settle the nerves jumbling about inside his body. His mouth opens a bit hesitantly yet he does make a sound.
“I-It's probably stupid but… I-I’ve just heard…” Harry gulps nervously as he tries to get his words in order. He’s fidgeting with his own fingers as he tries to continue. Struggling against his eyes welling up with tears. “...m-my teammates t-talk about n-not being allowed to b-be together because of m-managers a-and b-being out as a bad thing cus of p-people before us, w-what happened t-to them…” He manages to stutter out, his voice shaking heavily as he finishes his words.
Lisandro stares at him for a long moment with a frown on his lips. He can see the gears turning in his head how he's processing the information. Harry glances down again, not noticing the whimper that comes from his throat. Suddenly he’s wrapped in two strong arms, squeezing his back and pulling him down to be closer. His vision is blurry as Lisandro pulls him into his chest, enveloping him in warmth. Harry’s eyes drip a tear onto his shoulder at the mere contact of such strong and comforting arms around him. He can hear his own heavy, anxious breaths puffing against Lisandro's shirt.
“Oh, Harry. Shh… amor it's okay.” He whispers softly as one of his hands caress the larger man's back, softly rubbing up and down the muscles. The Englishman's body trembles and shudders as he continues to cry. He can feel Lisandro's hold tighten on him in response. Harry doesn't know how long they stood there in the bathroom, his eyes shut to the world and blurred with tears. Just holding Lisandro tight as if the world would do anything to pull them apart.
“Don't worry so much about what other people say. They are trying to protect you I'm sure but do not let their words scare you, Okay? Ten Hag is not a bad man and neither are most of our colleagues and other managers.” He feels the smaller hands wipe his tears away as Harry's shudders stop and his eyes begin drying up. Harry blinks a few times to unblur his vision as he pulls slightly away from Lisandro, breaking the embrace. Lisandro's hands slide up to cradle his strong jawline between his fingers. Harry sees him look up into his freshly cried eyes. “We're living in 2024 Harold. If someone says something to make you feel bad or cry you tell me, yes?” He asks with a serious tone, yet his voice is still soft.
Harry nods softly to him as a smile cracks upon his lips. The lines on his face where his tears ran down still wet. Though only barely as his face remains a bit red and puffy. He feels something wet and soft touch his cheek. Harry glances at the mirror to see Lisandro wiping a wet towel across his tear stained face gently.
He smiles softly as Lisandro pulls the damp towel away and wipes his face dry. “Are you okay now, Amor?” He's prompted softly by the man standing before him. Harry glances down at him with the smile still on his face. He grasps Lisandro’s hand softly in his own, lacing their fingers together. He breathes calmly now as his heartbeat slows down from the anxiety that wracked it before.
“I’ll be okay if I still have you.” Harry confesses softly as his face heats up with blush. He can hear Lisandro chuckle softly as he looks at the ground shyly. The Argentine’s fingers wrap around his shoulders gently. He can feel his hands pressing down onto his own shoulders as Lisandro uses his support to extend his body to Harry’s height. He places a kiss to his cheek softly, then turns Harry’s gaze up to look at him.
“I don’t see myself leaving you, Harold.”