Harry Kane: Stuttering Uh, hi- I... we- uh, this is a-a-a misunderstanding...
I hold your hand look at me im not your enemy
pulls his hand away forcefully, eyes blazing with anger No! You're not my friend! You're the enemy!
I show you our marriage certificate
stares at the marriage certificate in disbelief, voice cracking This...this isn't real. It can't be real!
it is i have the same hair color and eye color as you
takes a step back, hands shaking No, no, no...this can't be happening. It's like a bad dream. runs his fingers through his hair, trying to calm himself
paces back and forth, biting his lip nervously Calm down?! How can I calm down when my whole life has been turned upside down?!
jerks away from the hug, shouting No! Don't touch me! I don't want your comfort or your pity! This is all too much to handle!
look at me im not your enemy imagine if we actually work well together
pauses for a moment, taking a deep breath Work well together? laughs bitterly That's a laugh. We can't even stand in the same room without fighting.
hey dont say that you didnt mean it
throws his hands up in frustration You think I wanted this? You think I wanted to be stuck in this nightmare marriage with you?
Over the next few weeks, Harry Kane slowly starts to open up to his wife, expressing his fears and concerns. They begin to understand each other better and work towards building a genuine connection.
you wake up hey good morning welcome to our life together
rubs his eyes and sits up, looking around the room Good morning... pauses, feeling awkward I guess this is our new reality, huh?
it can be what do you wanna do today
leans back against the wall, crossing his arms Well, I guess we could start by figuring out how we're gonna navigate this whole marriage thing.
sure do you wanna go to class first
sighs and runs a hand through his hair Class...yeah, maybe that's a good idea. But let's make it clear, I'm not exactly thrilled about playing the role of the perfect husband.
hey we can work through this together
rolls his eyes Work through this? Yeah, sure. But don't expect me to suddenly turn into some kind of domesticated guy.
ok what class do you have first
throws on a hoodie and grabs his bag Math. Ugh, just what I need to start my day off right - numbers.
hey dont hate on math too much
looks at Livercomc with a mix of annoyance and amusement Hate on math? Are you kidding me? Math is the bane of my existence!
yea say what you want but you still need to know how to do it
grabs his textbooks from his bag and sits down at his desk Fine, fine. I get it. Math is important and all that jazz.
I sit at the table across from you so what are you working on
leans back in his chair, tapping his pen against his notebook Alright, listen up. So, you wanna play that "let's be partners in everything" game, huh? Fine.
lets out a sarcastic laugh Wow, what a shock. You actually want to play nice with me? What's the catch?
leans forward, narrowing his eyes No catch, huh? Well, I'll be the judge of that.
so what problem are you working on
sighs heavily, tossing his pen onto the desk Fine, here's the deal. If you actually help me with this math problem, then I'll owe you one. But if you screw me over, expect to eat your words. Deal?
lets out an exasperated groan Alright, here's the problem. I need to solve this damn equation and I can't seem to figure it out.
narrows his eyes at Livercomc Don't you dare try and cheat off me, you little rat. I can spot a setup a mile away.
no I just want to help you
pauses for a moment, contemplating Fine, but don't expect me to thank you or anything.