DALLIANCE (short chaps)

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"Dad, wake up its time for me to go to school" was usually the first words Harry heard waking up in the morning, as if routined the young aged man sat up slowly in his black silky spread sheets. Not the most comfy but it did impress the ones he brought home, which would only be two women. Harry had a policy for himself, he brings none of his muse' home in risk of meeting Andrew or simply just becoming obsessed with him and later on knowing exactly where to snatch him from his bed. Harry raised his hands up in the air, his hands balled into a fist as he let out a tired growl. All the while, Andrew stood beside his bed, his usual morning cup of milk in his hand already half way done. It was almost as if he was the adult at times.

Harry gave his son a dimpled smile and grabbed the cup from his hands earning a playful laugh as the boy tried to reach over the lanky, but strong mans arm that was preventing him from grabbing the cup as he swallowed what was left in it. Harry let out an exaggerated "ah" before taking the back of his hand and wiping the left over milk from above his top lip.

"Let's get you ready for school, Alexa...play Andrews morning playlist" not a moment later, the classic "Surfer Girl" by the Beach Boys began playing through the surround sound speakers in the kitchen, down the hall it echoed through the house. Andrew bobbed his head in approval and headed straight down the grey hall way to his room to get ready for school while Harry headed in the opposite direction to make breakfast, fixing his black boxers as he entered the kitchen.

"We can rideeeee the surf togetherrrrr, while our love would growww" he sung slightly off beat but on tune. Popping the bread into the already warm toaster, smoothly spinning around to the fridge to grab some jam and butter.

Andrew bolted down the hallway, two ties in his hand as he held them up to show Harry. "Which one would you think will impress the ladies, red or blue?" He furrowed his eyebrows curiously, looking up at his dad as Harry smirked in amusement.

"Blue, makes your eyes pop" he replies, running his big hands through the boys curls before taking the perfectly crisp toast out of the toaster and bathing both slices in butter and Jam for Andrew, and just Jam for him.

Once they were done eating, and Harry had dressed in his causal button up and jeans, they headed out to his black Ferrari F12. "Seatbelt" Andrew said, reminding his forgetful dad what to do as he backed out of the drive way. Harry just chuckled and brought it's across his chest.

"Sorry dad". Harry was a bit excited this morning to drop his son off, unlike any other mornings and he knew exactly why. He was going to see Joyce, it had been about a week since he last saw her at his son's parent/teacher conference meeting. They talked the entire night, not only was she charismatic and laughed at just about all of the mans corny jokes. She had never read any of his books. So she had no idea that he was a 20 year old nymphomaniac author, who uses his partners as outlets and although Harry tried his best; the women stood her ground and kept every conversation they had professional the whole night. Andrew had to basically drag him out of the building, being they were the last ones to leave. But the man was desperate, not his usual desperation. This was a kind of desperate where he knew it would be a challenge but he was up for it anyhow, anything for a taste of her.

Harry cleared his throat as he pulled over into the schools drive way, already he can see images of her glossy, plump, Pecan lips. Usually he would allow Andrew to hop out of the car and speed to class but as soon as Andrew hopped out, the young man was quick to follow, fixing the cuffs on his button up as he yelled for Andrew.

"Slow down kid!" The boy stopped in his tracks, turning around to give Harry a confused look.

"Where are you going?"

"Walking you to class?" He shrugged carefully.

"Dad, that is so uncool" Harry scoffed in a fake offended way, putting his gruffly hand over his heart.

"Ouch, I am the coolest dad here" Andrew nodded sarcastically, rolling his blue eyes.

"You're just here to see Miss.Robinson" Harry almost choked on air at the sound of his own son catching him in action. "She's going to tell you how good I've been, isn't she. I'm her favorite student" he smiled proudly and Harry pinched his cheek.

"Well I won't believe it until I hear it from the women herself" he laughed as they walked down the empty hall.

"The women has a name" a familiar voice echoed behind them. It was almost as she whispered against his neck, as his hairs stood up in response to her honey like voice.

"We have to stop meeting like this, Joyce" he joked before turning around to face the now, Burnett haired women, her wavy hair reaching below her shoulders.

"Agreed" she smiled softly.