Wish Upon A Star [H.S]

5

Y/n wakes up feeling like she's inherited every problem in the world. Her body feels numb as she drags herself out of bed. Images of last night cloud her vision, and she shuts her eyes hoping that they'll all just go away. She doesn't know how her life has come to this point. Everything feels like a mess. Last night they had driven back in silence, and when they arrived home, she marched straight up to her room and slammed her door shut. Out of all people, Harry was the last person she'd ever thought would urge her to go. They've had arguments before, but none lasting more than an hour until they're back in each other's arms. This time is much different.

He looks up from his bowl of soggy cereal when she enters the kitchen. She doesn't talk to him, won't even look at him. The guilt only gets worse when she sits by herself at the table, rather than next to him at the island. There are so many things he wants to say to her. He wants to say how sorry he is for disappointing her the way he did last night. Yet, he also wants to explain how maybe studying in New York could benefit both of them in the long run. All night, he lay awake thinking if he had made the right decision. And no matter how selfish he wants to be and whisk her away, he can't bring himself to do it.

He lets out a sigh and puts his dishes in the sink. "Can we talk about this?" Harry squats right beside her chair. "Y/n?"

"What's there to talk about?" the words are strangled as they leave her. She continues to pick at the toast on her plate, tearing both slices into shreds.

"You don't have to say anything, but just hear me out. I love you, don't forget that, ok? There's nothing I want more than to be with you-"

"Then why are we still here and not in London?" she screams at him and hastily pushes out of her chair. "You keep saying that you love me and want a future together, but why do I feel like you're pushing me away?" Just as she's about to storm out, he grabs her elbow.

"Christ, if you would just listen to me for a fucking minute!" he yells back. Y/n flinches, he never yells at her. "You think I want this? You think I want to be away from you? But, fuck, Y/n, think about all the practicalities. Say we do run away, what happens then? What happens if Mum and Dad cut us off? You know they will. Even with a job, I won't be able to support us. We'll be living in a shoebox! Is that what you want?" His chest is rapidly rising and falling as he waits for her to respond. She's biting her lip and is looking anywhere but at him.

The sound of footsteps approaches them, and in enters Anne. "What's with the shouting?" Her brows furrow as she examines the both of them. There's something odd about the way Harry is staring at Y/n.

"Nothing, Mum," he lets his hand fall from her and looks to his mother. "I'm going out, won't be back until late." Before Anne can say anything, he's grabbing his keys and is speeding out. Y/n finally lifts her head up once he's gone. She shrugs her shoulders at her mum's questioning looks.

***

"So, you're telling me that you've been dating your sister?" Jameson gapes at him. Harry rolls his eyes and drops his head to the surface of the bar counter with a loud thump.

"We're not related," he mutters. "It doesn't matter anyway, she hates me right now." He takes a long sip of his beer. While driving around, he called up Jameson to meet him at the pub in town. 'A bit early, don't you think?' his friend had slyly said, but nevertheless, he soon arrived to see Harry slouched over a pint.

Jameson takes a swig from his own bottle. "Why's that? Trouble in paradise?" It's not sarcastic, nor is it indicative of anything.

Harry lets out an aggravated sigh. "Our parents want to break us up. Won't even let us go to the same university. They want Y/n to study at NYU," he laughs bitterly, "and I'm pushing her to do it too."