ALBRIGHT, Henry J.

[henry albright]

TWENTY ONE & THE GOLDEN BOY   Father: Charles Albright, world renowned urology surgeon. Mother: Freya Albright, NY socialite. Brother 1:  Tristian Albright, medical student. Brother 2: Henry Albright, Yale student. Brother 3: Xavier Albright, high school student. We were just kids - Kitty and I. I guess  we still are. At the time it seemed like the five easiest words I would ever say in my life. I'd wanted to say them to her ever since I laid eyes on her, and after she told me that she loved me for the for first time. That's when we used to be a 'we.'  Back when I thought it would be Katherine and I taking on the world forever, me and my precious Kitten. Everyone told me that I was crazy for proposing to her when we were eighteen. Looking back, I was. Do you remember what you were like at that age, though? I was horny, because she'd been making me wait until we got married to fuck her for the first time. Young and stupid. Desperate to be with the most beautiful, innocent girl I'd ever met. We broke up only once when we were in high school and I fooled around with a girl in the grade below us. I didn't think we'd get back together five months later, but we did. If I still know the same Kitty, she holds that against my head to this day. Lots of rumors went around about how miserable Celine's life became after we fucked, knowing what I know now I can only guess how those came about. She had me wrapped around her little finger, hiding the deepest, darkest and scariest part of herself from me. Her fathers seemed so shocked when I asked for permission, my reluctant dad in tow when I came to their house. It was clear, I was going to do whatever I wanted and this girl was mine. My father was shaking his head as their shock slowly wore off and turned into something of excitement. It wasn't a secret how smitten we were with each other. I may hold a lot of anger towards Kitty, but I won't discredit our feelings. We loved each other. More than anything, or anyone. So a lot of technicalities came into play - a prenup being the first thing, then came the wedding preparations. Months would go by and I felt myself getting more antsy. Kitty too. We did something crazy, with the promise of keeping it to ourselves. The big day was just a week away and neither of us could wait any longer. With just a few witnesses, we snuck off and got quietly married. Of course we consummated the marriage that night. How could we not? She'd been promising herself that she was saving herself for marriage and they were, married in secret. It was such a good night, finally getting what I wanted for so many years. Violet helped me make the night special for her best friend-  roses, candles, the best hotel suite so we could be alone and have no distractions. I was inside of her, kissing the tears that fell down her face and we both murmuring words of love. Two days later, I found her diary. Hidden so well from me, I didn’t even know it existed. But I was curious, so I opened it and was introduced to a whole new world of Katherine. She cried when she came in and saw my open mouth, shock all along my face. Gone was any bit of the Kitten that I knew. Replaced with vile words and thoughts that I never her utter once. She begged me not to, but I was hurt. Confused. Felt like I'd been lied to our entire relationship and refused to enter a life-long commitment with a total stranger. We called the wedding off the next day, or to be clear I called the marriage off. Want to know the best part? We're still technically married. She refuses to divorce me and I stopped asking. Katherine Smith-Sato gets what she wants, no matter what.  as(in g Colt and I were sitting on a pier out in the Hamptons when he told me he wasn't going to NYU. He would be sending in his rejection letter and that I ought to do the same, considering Kitty would be attending. He didn't even have to convince me, I had a few options waiting in my back pocket. Yale and Brown were in my top three, but NYU was always going to be first. We talked about it for ten minutes before he helped me construct my email of rejection and then emailing Yale's admission department to see if it was too late to attend. Which it wasn't. Thank fucking god. I would've sucked it up but I'm a firm believer in everything happens for a reason. It's been the better fit for me. Studying economics, meeting some people who haven't known me since elementary school. I checked two things off the list of doing at Yale that I know would for sure piss Kitty off -  Join the lacrosse team and become a member of a fraternity (which has a terrible reputation).   The anger that I feel for Kitty is still there. Before she made me this jealous, possessive man when it came to her. I channel those emotions elsewhere. The betrayal heavy on my heart, even if I don't want it to be. It's old news anyways, so it's not brought up anymore and no one dares to even ask me. I've not had a serious relationship since. In fact, I'm so against them. Sticking to fooling around with girls, having a few situationships but mostly staying away from anything that could be remotely serious. Part of me still does miss the girl who was my best friend. Things I suggest you don't do when trying to move on: 1. Don't jack off to your ex's instagram photos (guilty, still) 2. Keep the nudes she sent you in a private folder 3. Look at any gossip magazine she's been posted in to see if she's still wearing the ring you gave her (which she is) 4. Try to go for the exact opposite in a girl - it's never going to work. Just fuck who you want. COLT to HENRY: You remember the rules. I tell you at the start of every summer. HENRY to COLT: I can't flirt with Mira or Ruby. COLT to HENRY: Glad to see your stupid fraternity hasn't damaged your memory. HENRY to COLTON:🫡 two weeks later HENRY to COLT: Is Mirren still with her boyfriend? I saw her at the farmer's market and she's gotten way hotter. I liked Ruby's instagram story too. Just telling on myself now in case she lets it slip. COLT to HENRY: SHUT THE FUCK UP  THE SIBLING - xavier albright  ""It's funny that Henry is the middle child because everything he does screams the oldest brother, and eldest son. Minus the fact that he's not going to medical school which is how our true older brother is kissing our father's ass. Tristan is so busy with medical school, so I guess Henry is my only older brother right now anyways. Growing up the two of us were always closer anyways. Tristan's head was typically in the clouds, he's known he's wanted to be a doctor or specifically a surgeon like our father since he was five years old. That left Henry and I as the outcasts, or the normal ones. My parents never treated us differently, a lot of the time Henry and I tease Tristan for being our dad's clone. Living in the upper east side of New York, we had a pretty modest and comfortable lifestyle. A nanny, a chef, a housekeeper. BUT we also had chores too. Mom would leave a list of things we had to complete before they got home for the evening. A bit unfair if you ask me - none of the other kids we were friends with had to do this. Henry used to pay me to do his section of the chores. I loved stealing his money. I want you to imagine this - you enter high school and everyone compares you to your two older brothers. Tristan is so wonderful and is going to make an excellent doctor, Henry had perfect grades and the best resume for college, the lacrosse team is never going to be the same, blah blah blah. It's exhausting sometimes, to follow in the footsteps of successful siblings. Especially Henry, the former golden boy of our private school. I saw the side of Henry that everyone didn't see, though. I know him on more fair playing grounds - the charming, charismatic turns into a demanding, jealous and moodier than ever guy when he's out of the public eye. Actually, that's not correct to say. He got into a good amount of fights in school, in lacrosse too, but he could weasel his way out of them. Smooth talk the whole situation over. I am grateful for Henry though, he paved a good way for me in school. All the girls have heard of his reputation and flock to me, so thanks brother. I hope to follow in your footsteps." THE INFAMOUS EX - kitty smith-sato "Have you ever seen those videos that parents started making, where they take a picture of their child every day as they grow up and then edit it into a sort of timelapse? My camera roll is that for Henry Albright. As soon as I got my first cameraphone I took a picture of myself, duh, but then I turned my attention on my little middle school boyfriend and over the years, I never stopped. Pictures of Hen at lacrosse, pictures of Hen at dinner with my dads, pictures of Hen laughing at something hilarious I'd said, falling asleep in the car, watching sports, at a gala in a suit. Over the years you can see him fill out, baby fat giving way to chiseled features, a face that every girl we knew loved but that I got to kiss. My phone was a shrine to him, which isn't surprising, since I was kind of a shrine to him too. From the moment I met him I set about becoming the perfect girl for him, which wasn't difficult since it was the kind of girl my dads had been trying to make me anyway. I learnt languages fluently, easily ordering for the table when we travelled to Europe. I was studious not for the sake of getting some high paying job, but so that I could be an engaging conversationalist, someone he could take to dinners with his boss to charm him. More importantly than anything, I knew I had to be someone that everyone wanted to fuck, but that only he had. When you are the kind of person to whom everything is accessible, there is nothing more alluring than what you can't have, and I wielded that for all it was worth. Which is, of course, how I wound up engaged at the tender age of eighteen. I won't bore you with the details. We were childhood sweethearts, we had a whole wedding scheduled in Tuscany that anyone who's anyone had RSVP'd yes to. It was humiliating to call that off, but not as humiliating as the fact I'd caved just weeks before... in any case, I kept my vow of saving myself for marriage, regardless of what most people think. It's weird to be married, especially when your husband can barely stand the sight of you, though maybe that's the most normal part of the whole fucked up thing. I was glad when Henry forfeited NYU because it felt like he was forfeiting the whole city to me, regardless of it being his home too. I should have known that he wasn't the real deal when he did what he did the minute we broke up, but then I was young and clueless and what can you do? I'm sure Celine can make a new life for herself somewhere, but it won't be in the United States, that's for sure." THE LAST GIRL HE HOOKED UP WITH - gisele roth "Henry has a reputation around Yale as a flirt. One that will follow through and rock your world in bed, though. Not only is he good looking, but he has the brains to back it up. My friend sat next to him in one of their econ classes and she couldn't believe that he was raising his hand, asking questions in class. Hot and smart? A lethal combination. We were introduced at one of his fraternity mixers, with my sorority. Told him I'd seen him in the gym a few times and I'd love to know more about lifting weights. Its how you get a guy interested, or so I thought. He obliged, so we met at the gym and he gave me a few pointers. Nothing hotter than when he had to put his hands on me to show me the correct form. So what happened next, do you say? I could feel his eyes lingering on my tights leggings, watching as I did some squats next to him. We grabbed our stuff to leave and he asked how close by I lived. 2 minutes from the gym to be exact, now that I was no longer living in the sorority house. I took him back, where we had the hottest sweaty sex I've ever had in my life. Remember how I said he's known for being a flirt? It stays just being a flirt, and only hooking up. We exchanged numbers, hooked up a few more times. I tried so hard after that to get him to take me on a date. But nope. Nothing. If I even mentioned cuddling after sex he'd freeze up. It's a shame. I'm always up for a challenge though."

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