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SkyFire 3: Chapter 6

Dunkirk Premieres & the summer before tour: July/August 2017

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The song in this chapter is Boys Like You by Anna Clendening

In the weeks following Robin’s funeral, both Harry and Aurora tried to find their way back to normal. Aurora spent hours at a time in either of their home studios, writing countless songs in an attempt to process the painful emotions coursing through her or working on a surprise gift that she was painting for Harry. They both called Anne almost every day, just checking in with her to make sure she was looking after herself, often inviting her to come stay with them in the city, although she always refused. Before long, the premiere for Dunkirk was only a week away and Harry flew to LA and back for the press tour and enjoyed the long days of interviews alongside his cast mates. Aurora remained in London but was eagerly looking forward to walking the red carpet with Harry at the London premiere in a few days’ time, having already organised a gorgeous silver gown with the help of Harry Lambert and it hung, waiting, in her wardrobe for the big day.

xXx

The day before the premiere, Rori was buried under the duvet when Harry walked back into their bedroom after his morning run. It was not exactly unusual given that she had never particularly been a morning person, but usually she was scrolling on her phone by this point, trying to muster up the energy to get out of bed and start her day. He decided to leave her be and headed into the ensuite bathroom to shower and change out of his workout clothes. When he returned, she was still curled up in bed and he started to grow concerned. Harry’s brow furrowed as he climbed up the bed and lay back down next to his wife, peeling back the covers to reveal her flushed face. At first, he wasn’t too surprised by her red, sweaty face given the summer heat already building outside and the way she’d wrapped herself up in the duvet like a burrito. His brow furrowed quickly when she groaned, her eyes squeezing tight at the brightness of the room suddenly revealed by the loss of the covers.

“You alright love?” he asked, his fingers tracing her cheek bones noticing the heat radiating off her.

“Feel like rubbish,” she mumbled while feebly attempting to pull the covers back over her head.

“You feeling poorly, my darling?” Harry asked. His voice was low and soothing, full of concern as she slowly nodded her head, a pained groan following the movement.

“Cold,” she mumbled. “’n my throat hurts.”

“How about I run you a nice bath and put some fresh sheets on the bed?” Harry offered, “and then I can make you some soup.”

Aurora nodded her head in agreement, making no move to follow him as he headed back into the ensuite and started filling the tub. Once it was full, he returned to the bed, scooping her up into his arms and carrying her bridal style.

“Join me?” She asked, her voice a soft mumble as she stripped off the oversized shirt she’d worn to bed.

“I will in a moment, love,” he replied. “Let me just go change the sheets real quick first.”

He disappeared for a few minutes and Aurora sank into the tub, resting her aching head back against the edge. Harry returned quickly, slipping into the tub behind her and letting her settle between his legs. She lent heavily against his chest, her head lolling back on his shoulder, her eyes closing as the warm water settled around them both.

“Better?” he asked, receiving only a content hum in response.

They stayed in the bath until the water began to turn cold and then Harry bundled his wife up in a large fluffy towel before leading her back to their bed. She burrowed back under the covers, asking Harry to stay with her while she napped. She dozed on and off for a little over an hour before turning over and looking up at Harry where he was sitting back against the headboard, a book in one hand while the other continued running along her shoulders absently.

“You should call Anne,” she mumbled, startling him. “Should ask her to go with you tomorrow.”

“What?” Harry asked.

“It’ll do her good to get out,” Rori explained, her throat still raspy, “and you shouldn’t go on your own.”

“You might feel better by then,” he argued. “Was looking forward to showing up with my gorgeous wife on my arm.”

“It’d take a miracle to get me feeling up to a red carpet by tomorrow afternoon, Harry,” Rori replied, with a soft smile. “Was looking forward to it too. Guess you’ll just have to do another movie so I can go to the next premiere.”

“I’ll see what I can do,” Harry chuckled. “Feeling hungry? I could make you that soup.”

“A little soup would be nice,” she answered, already burrowing back under the covers as Harry climbed to his feet and headed towards the kitchen.

xXx

Anne arrived the following morning and Harry Lambert showed up to the apartment a few hours after her to help Harry get dressed and provide Anne with a few dresses to chose from that he had gathered together last minute after Harry text him the previous afternoon. Anne had been in Mum Mode since arriving hours earlier, ensuring that her daughter in law didn’t lift a single unnecessary finger. She had Rori set up on the large sectional sofa in the living room, a mug of tea in hand and her next dose of Cold and Flu tablets within easy reach for her to take in a few hours’ time. She’d also popped to the nearby Tesco for groceries and set about making a fresh pot of chicken noodle soup, shaking her head in disappointment when Harry admitted to using tinned soup the night before. By the time both mother and son were dressed for the evening, Rori was wrapped up in a nest of blankets in front of the tv. She smiled brightly as Harry pranced into the room, goofing around and acting as if he was walking a catwalk as he twirled in front of his wife, showing off his sleek black suit.

“If I wasn’t so sick that I felt like my head was going to explode,” Rori said, “I promise I would be ripping that suit off you.”

Harry let out a loud laugh, throwing his head back. “How about I promise to wear it again when you’re feeling better?” he finally asked, his voice dropping lower which caused Rori’s cheeks to flush more than yesterday fever.

“Can we please keep the flirting to a minimum until I go home?” Anne joked as she entered the room, breaking the intense eye contact between the young couple.

“Can’t promise anything mum,” Harry laughed in response. “It’s not my fault that my wife is the most gorgeous woman on the planet.”

“Harry you can’t honestly make claims like that when your mother is standing right in front of you in a dress like that,” Rori argued. “You look incredible Mumma.”

“Thank you Darling. Are you feeling any better?”

“A little,” Rori said. “Now go have fun tonight alright.”

“You sure you don’t want to call Ella to come stay with you?” Harry asked as he kissed her forehead and prepared to leave.

“I’ll be fine, H,” Rori replied. “I’ve got the live stream ready to go. Drugs within arms reach and homemade soup on the stove to reheat for dinner. Now stop worrying about me and got strut your stuff.”

“If you need anything, promise you’ll call,” Harry said, his brow furrowing in concern.

“I’ll be fine,” Rori repeated with a roll of her eyes. “I’m so proud of you.”

“Love you,” Harry added, giving his wife one last kiss before leading his mother out the front door.

After Harry and Anne left, Aurora fell asleep, waking to the sound of the alarm she had set so that she didn’t miss the livestream of the red carpet event in Leicester Square. She smiled softly to herself as she watched Harry’s castmates arrive, having met many of them at a friends and family dinner that had been held a few weeks earlier before the press tour began. Her smile split across her face as the camera swept around to catch Harry climbing out of the car and offering his arm to his mother. Rori felt so proud as she watched the fans scream and cheer excitedly for him. He was stopped part way along the carpet for an interview. He talk a little about the experience of acting for the first time and working with someone as talented as Christopher Nolan.

“You’re joined by your mother this evening,” the interviewer said. “Where’s your new wife?”

“Aurora has the flu,” Harry explained, “but she’s watching at home. Hi, love.”

Once Harry and Anne disappeared into the theatre, Rori switched off the live stream and queued up a rom-com on Netflix, falling asleep again before she reached the midway point of the film. When she woke, the sky was dark outside the large windows, the city lights glinting off the black water of the Thames and Harry was knelt next to the sofa, his hand brushing softly against Rori’s arm.

“Hey baby,” he whispered. “How about we get you to bed?”

Aurora nodded and allowed Harry to help her to her feet.

“’m really proud of you, H,” she mumbled as they crawled into bed a few minutes later.

“You haven’t even seen the movie yet,” he chuckled softly. “Might change your mind.”

“Shut up and take the compliment,” she replied. “Proud of you for putting yourself out there and taking a risk.”

“Thank you, love,” he whispered. “Now get some sleep so you feel better in time for Sunday.”

xXx

By the time Sunday morning arrived, Aurora was indeed feeling much better, allowing her to join Harry on the journey across the channel. They left early in the morning as the sun was just beginning to dawn and drove down to Dover before taking the Channel Tunnel across to Calais and then headed along the northern coast of French until they reached Dunkirk midmorning.

While Harry was busy with interviews and a photoshoot, Aurora wandered along the beach and strolled through the streets of the small village, before meeting back up with her husband to walk the red carpet.

To say that Aurora was proud would have been an understatement. For as long as she had known Harry, he had been adored by his fans, but this was something new for both of them. For the first time, people who hadn’t previously considered themselves to be fans were suddenly paying attention to Harry and giving him credit for a job well done. No longer was he just a former member of a boy band, but now he was a successful solo artist and a talented actor in a credible film. Aurora was beaming the entire day, over the moon to see the love and support being directed towards the man that she knew deserved all of it and so much more.

Following the premiere, the entire cast and their partners headed to a local restaurant that had been booked out and enjoyed dinner together. It was a loud and energetic group, taking up every table in the large dining room and Aurora enjoyed listening to Harry and his castmates recount stories from set. Fionn in particular was more than happy to embarrass Harry, much to Rori’s excitement. Once dinner finally came to an end, the couple stayed at a hotel in town for the night before driving back to London the following day and then flying on to New York for the third and final premiere of the film.

xXx

Once Dunkirk was released in cinemas, the remaining 6 weeks of summer were busy for both Harry and Aurora with the upcoming tour looming on the horizon and countless projects on the go. Harry was busy filming music videos for the next singles to be released, as well as attending countless meetings for the tour and a BBC special that they would be filming at the end of August. Throughout the chaotic weeks of planning, filming and rehearsing, Aurora made sure to spend time with her loved ones before she hit the road with Harry and wouldn’t be able to see them for months on end.

One afternoon in mid-August she caught up with Ella’s mum, Bek, for tea and a catch up in the small flat were Ella grew up in south Wimbledon. The following day, Ella herself came over to Aurora’s apartment for lunch.

“Had afternoon tea with your mum yesterday,” Rori said once they sat down at in the living room with plates of freshly cooked pasta in hand.

“I swear you see my mum more than I do these days,” Ella laughed.

“Well it helps that she works from home and I don’t have a real job,” Rori replied. “Makes scheduling all too easy.”

“You’ve got me there,” Ella said, taking another bite of her pasta.

“Feel like I haven’t seen you in weeks though,” Rori added. “What’s had your weekends so busy lately?”

“Well,” Ella replied, nervously looking at her plate. “I started seeing a new guy.”

“Thought you were going to take some time for yourself after things ended with Natalie,” Rori replied, trying to keep to hint of judgment out of her tone.

“And I did,” Ella replied defensively. “It’s been 3 months and now I’m seeing someone new.”

“Well then tell me all about this new boy,” Rori said, biting back a tiny smirk at her best friends’ defensiveness.

“His name is Tim,” Ella all but sighed.

“Wasn’t the guy before Natalie, Tim?”

“No, that was Tom.”

“This one from tinder too?”

“Yes,” Ella snarked. “Not everyone can find the love of their life at a red carpet event.”

“I’m not judging,” Rori defended, her hand up in a sign of peace. “Just getting the lay of the land.”

“Yeah I know, sorry,” the blonde sighed, her shoulders sagging. “Just sick of mum telling me ‘I told you so’ every time I get my heartbroken.”

“You’ll find the right one eventually,” Rori promised.

“I mean trust me,” Ella continued. “I’m going in sceptical because most of them have been liars or just stringing me along, but I like Tim. He makes me feel like it’s worth taking a risk, you know. Mum doesn’t always know best. I mean she thought my dad was the one and look how well that turned out for her.”

“Well I trust your judgement. Now tell me more about him.”

“Oh my god, he’s amazing Rors. He’s genuinely tall, dark and handsome. Works out but isn’t a health freak that’s gonna shame me for getting a Big Mac and he has these chocolate brown eyes that I think I could stare at for hours. His mum is from Jamaica and his dads from the Midlands. Grew up in Peckham and he’s working as a physio for a football club.”

“You got any photos?” Aurora asked, smiling softly at Ella’s excitement.

“Oh yeah, hang on.”

“Oh, damn girl he is cute. Kinda reminds me of Stormzy.”

“I know right? God, I hope this one works out Rors, I really like him.”

“Remember what I said a few months ago,” Aurora cautioned. “Just ease into it.”

“I will,” Ella promised. “Gonna go so slow I’ll be crawling.”

Conversation moved on from there as they discussed the upcoming tour, Ella’s excitement to start teaching in a few weeks’ time, and an art project that Rori was putting the final touches on, before circling back to Ella’s love life and the date she’d just gone on with Tim.

“Hello earth to Aurora,” Ella said, waving a hand in front of her friends’ vacant stare.

“Sorry,” Rori replied, snapping back to focus on the blonde. “I’m listening.”

“No, you’re not,” Ella chuckled. “You’ve got that look on your face.”

“What look?”

“The look that says; Ella’s disaster love life has inspired another song.”

“My face does not say that,” Rori replied indignantly.

“But I’m not wrong am I.”

“Maybe,” Rori conceded. “Shut up.”

“I’m gonna go,” Ella replied.

“What? No. Stay,” Rori implored.

“You're useless to me at this point,” Ella said. “It’s fine. Go write. But when the royalty checks start rolling in you can buy me a Gucci purse. I have my eye on a few.”

“I love you,” Rori told her, the unspoken apology clear in her tone.

“I know,” Ella laughed as they hugged goodbye and then Ella was out the front door and Aurora headed straight down the hall to her music studio, a melody already filling her head.

Ella reached the lobby, stepping out of the elevator just as Harry was returning from running in Battersea Park.

“Where are you off too?” he asked. “I expected you to still be here until dinner.”

“Rors got inspired so I’m getting out of her hair so she can work,” Ella explained.

“Oh, you mean you didn’t want to hang out while she stared off into space and completely ignored everything you said?” Harry asked with an amused chuckle. He was very familiar with they way his wife would disappear into her own head when she had an idea for a song churning in her head.

“Exactly,” Ella smiled. “Good luck.”

Not wanting to disturb his wife while she worked, Harry tried to stay away from the studio for the majority of the afternoon. He showered and changed out of his workout clothes and then puttered around the kitchen, putting together a vegetarian lasagne for dinner. After cleaning up the kitchen, he finally grew bored enough to go disrupt the impromptu writing session.

At first, she didn’t notice him, but when he flopped down on the sofa across from the piano, her head snapped up and she smiled brightly.

“Ella left,” she said.

“I know,” Harry replied. “Ran into her in the lobby on my way in. Said you got inspired.”

“I did,” she grinned, clearly excited. “Wanna hear what I’ve got so far?”

“Always,” Harry replied.

So when you hold my hand, do you wanna hold my heart? When you say you want me, is it all of me or just one part? So when you hold my hand, do you wanna hold my heart? When you say you want me Mumma said there'd be boys like you tearing my heart in two Doing what you do best Taking me for a ride, telling me pretty little lies But with you, I can't resist I'm terrified, but I'll never let you know Social suicide if I ever let it show Everything feels just right I fall in place, we fall in line I'll never let you go “Thinking I’ll repeat the bridge and the chorus to finish out and I’m still trying some things out for the opening verse,” she explained once she finished singing.

“Sounds brilliant,” Harry replied, smiling brightly at her. “How about you take a break and we have some dinner? Made lasagne.”

“I love your lasagne,” Rori replied, already standing from the piano and heading for the door.

“Jeez, wait for me will ya?” Harry called out with an amused huff, already moving to follow her down the hall towards the kitchen.

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