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COLD ALMOST INSTANTLY HIT HARRY AND MOLLIE AS THEY STEPPED OUTSIDE. Shuddering, Mollie was grateful that her flat was only about a quarter of an hour away from the club they had chosen, but as the wind picked up she couldn't help but wish they had just taken an Uber.
The journey would've seemed a lot further on her own. Harry was good company, Mollie always found him interesting to talk to. And Harry liked the fact that Mollie was interested by the little facts he had for her. As they walked, Mollie had listened to Harry tell her about how his sister was getting on at university and about the latest sidemen video that he was so eager to wake up for and Harry had listened as Mollie told him about the plans she'd had for a video for her, him and the Cals and the challenges of moving her sister into university. So between all the chatting, it didn't seem too long before they were outside Mollie's flat.
Growing unsure as they got to the door of Mollie's flat, Harry stood back and shuffled with his feet as Mollie fumbled with her keys in the lock. Finally opening the door, she turned round and let out a breath of air, making awkward eye contact with him as she made her mind up on what to say, "you wanna come in for some tea or something?" She asked.
Taking a moment to think it over, Harry ended up nodded his head, "yeah. Yeah I'd like that. Thanks." He replied with a smile.
Smiling back at him softly, Mollie said no more and pushed the door open further for Harry to follow her inside. In post-night-out routine, Mollie threw her keys onto the cupboard by the door and moved to the side to unclip the straps on her heels, leaning a hand on the wall to stabilize herself. Finally, she threw them aside with her other shoes, sighing from the relief of not having to walk with them on any longer. In hindsight, heels were not fun to go clubbing in. She should've stuck to her trust pair of trainers that had grown manky over years of dancing in them on the sticky club floors, regardless of how much better the heels looked with her outfit. Moving round into the main part of her flat, Harry naturally strolled over to make himself comfortable on her sofa whilst Mollie was keen for a cup of tea.
Flipping the switch to boil the kettle, Mollie pushed herself up onto her tip toes so she could reach into her cupboard and bring out two mugs. One with two rabbits on the side that she had dubbed her 'after drinking mug', which happened to get used most nights if she was being honest, and the other being her Chelsea football mug for Harry. Grabbing the milk from the fridge, Mollie could practically sense Harry's eyes on her as she unscrewed the cap. Spinning on her heels to face him, she pointed a teaspoon his way, "yes Harold, I'll put the milk first. Just for you."
"It's the superior way of making a cup of tea. I swear." Harry grinned, holding his hands up in surrender, pleased that she'd remembered the detail of how he liked his tea, "try it and you'll have to admit that it's goated."
"Honestly, you're a wrongun Bog, but if you say so." Mollie chuckled, pouring the milk first not only into Harry's cup but her own. She was drunk, now was as good as any to try it, she thought to herself. The kettle boiled, Mollie carefully picked it up and began to pour the hot water into their mugs and stirred the tea bag to the right strength.
