Take Me Out

Harrison's Interlude - Hang the Stars

A/N: this is from Harrison's POV! 

warnings: angst, mentions of murder and mob activity, fluff

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The worst part of falling in love is the pain when you hit the ground.

That isn't how Harrison feels sitting in the meeting room of Ian's brownstone when the doorbell rang. He feels calm with the slightest bit of excitement because he's finally allowed to sit in on meetings.

Nobody rings the doorbell here. All of Ian's men knocked, a special knock to let Ian know that it was them.

So Harrison sat in his seat right by the head of the table where Ian usually sits while Ian draws a gun, stalking toward the front door.

He can't see anything, neither can any of the other men in the room, but they can hear her.

At first, Dewey jokes that it's a girl that Ian knocked up, here to collect child support.

Russell shuts him up with a glare, "probably just a girl scout or something."

"It's nine at night," Harrison says, straining to hear what Ian was saying to whoever was standing at the door.

There's a shrill cry that makes all of the men at the table widen their eyes.

"Don't touch me!"

Then Ian's voice is soothing and attempting to comfort the girl, whoever she may be.

There's a rumbling and Harrison swears it's thunder but he can't help the next words that slip out of his mouth, "everything okay?"

A sob ripples through the near silent house.

Harrison stands up, about to leave the room when Russell stops him.

"This isn't your business."

"It might be-,"

"Just wait, patience, boy," Dewey sneers.

Harrison sits back down, mumbling under his breath about leaving him the fuck alone.

The men sit in silence as they hear Ian walking around the house, making a few phone calls.

"Check in on the place, that's right, rented to Adeline Park, I want an update by tomorrow morning."

Adeline Park. Maybe that's the girl who showed up at the door. It has to be.

Several minutes later, Ian steps back inside the room, trying to push the franticness out of his voice.

"Meeting dismissed, we'll pick up tomorrow morning. Harrison, go out and get food, real food, fruits and vegetables, shit like that."

Harrison isn't going to question it at this point, "right away, boss."

He stands up and buttons his suit jacket, following the rest of the men out of the house before Ian grabs his arm.

"Don't let them get you caught up in their rumor mill, I'm taking care of an old friend," Ian says, voice low so the last of the men exiting the house don't hear him.

"Course, boss, I'll be right back."

Harrison is nosy, it's not something he's exactly proud of, but with his job, it comes with the territory.

That's why he searches for an Adeline Park on Facebook. A dozen or so results show up. He didn't catch a glimpse of her face, so he scrolls through each result, each profile, wondering if this was the girl who showed up on his bosses doorstep, completely throwing him for a loop.