Harry was enjoying being all alone. He was always one to believe in Murphy's law that states 'anything the can go wrong [i]will[/i] go wrong,' so he tended to stay away from large public areas, where the chance of disaster was high. Too high. Sadly Murphy's law tended to be corrected even when the chances of disaster were low, like the time wher he requested a song at a small school disco and spilt his soda over the DJ's computer and started an electrical fire. That was probably when he became a more solitary type of guy, and the reason he has never touched a fizzy drink to this day. And everything was going fine. Until Jeremy's brother came up to him and started talking. "Hey, hey, hey! Harry! How you been, man?" Harry rolled his eyes and carried on sketching. "Oh come on! Don't give me that. Let's have some fun!" He nudged Harry's arm. Sadly that was the arm he was holding a pencil in, and his arm jerked ruining the sketch he was doing of a door hinge. Harry looked up a growled, "Toby. Toby, Toby, Toby. Go away before I crack your skull open."

Let's go back a bit. Harry met Toby when he was in junior school. He was going over to Jeremy's house, they were fooling around in the garden, when a boy a bit older than then came out of the house. His name was Toby Davis and in all the years Harry had known him, he couldn't be more annoying. He was so buddy-buddy and friendly, he made everybody want to tie him down and cut him open with a blunt knife. Anyway, back to the present. Toby grinned in a ridiculous way and said to Harry, "Shucks, you can just rub it out, can't you?" He seized the pencil from Harry's hand, and rubbed out the smudge. And the rest of the door frame. Suddenly Harry snapped, grabbing the pencil jumping up, and punching Toby in the stomach. Toby was about to retaliate, but then the bride and bridesmaids entered the room. Harry, who had sat back down in the chair, glanced casually upwards before returning to his work. But before his pencil hit the paper he stopped, and looked up again. I couldn't be. In a daze, and put his pencil and notebook in his pocket, and walked towards them, pushing away everybody who got in his way. He stopped half a meter away, and folded his arms. There she was, his ex girlfriend, and still the love of his life, Erin.