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It's Thursday night, and y/n is invited to visit the premiere of the (first!!) film she just played in. Whilst walking to the entrance, y/n wonders whether her white above-the-knee dress was the right outfit choice for tonight. However, there's little time for second-guessing, as a man walks up almost right away to show y/n to her seat for the night.
Y/n's seat is in the middle of the cinema hall, and several guests need to stand up for her to pass through. She feels embarrassed showing up so late, and when she sits down she lets out a soft sigh. "Rough day?", asks a young man with a slightly husky voice and a British accent.
Y/n looks to her left. The man in the seat next to her gazes at her through bright green orbs and a wide grin on his face. "What are you so happy about?", y/n snarls at him. The man holds out his hand as a gesture of introduction. "Hi, I'm Harry, sorry if I offended you. And what might your name be, sweetheart?"
As y/n introduces herself, the lights dim.
The film ends. After a long applause, people start leaving the cinema hall. Harry gets up, but doesn't notice that y/n is rising from her seat just as he attempts to leave. The two bump into each other. "Ouch, watch out where you're going!", y/n blurts out. "I am so sorry!", professes Harry, looking at her in horror. "Your dress..." Harry stands there motionless, looking y/n up and down. There are brown stains all over the white material. "What even is this?!", y/n asks whilst looking at her dirty dress. "It was my drink...", Harry answers shamefully.
Minutes later Harry and y/n are in the bathroom. "Are you sure this is a good idea Harry?". "Yes, I am certain. Take my shirt." Harry undoes the first buttons. "But ... you'll be shirtless for the rest of the night!", y/n exclaims. "I won't let your night be ruined because of me. Take it!" Y/n is too shy to decline a second time, so she takes the shirt. Harry helps her put it on. Thankfully the skirt of y/n's dress is still crean, and she has a new outfit for the night anyway.
"You have to leave the bathroom first", Harry orders y/n, "otherwise the media will make a big spectacle out of this!". Y/n leaves the bathroom and immediately heads to the bar. She orders a strong drink so she can forget what just happened. By the time the drink is ready, she sees Harry coming out of the bathroom as well. She waves at him, but he looks right past her. Y/n is disappointed in Harry's refusal to acknowledge her-- she was actually starting to like him. After her drink is finished, y/n has enough confidence to talk to some other people at the gathering.
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The next morning, y/n wakes up feeling awful. When she opens her eyes, she does not recognise the room she is in. Next to the bed is a glass of water and some ibuprofen with a note saying "take me". She ignores it and investigates the room she is in. It has two doors, and behind one she hears the sound of running water. She steps out of bed and carefully opens the door to a crack.
Y/n is surprised to see Harry, naked as the day he was born, enjoying a shower. She cannot keep her eyes off his body. A million questions zip through her head, until Harry turns around and looks her right in the eyes. For a minute, everything freezes as their staring contest ensues. Y/n starts blushing, and she quickly closes the door before grabbing her purse and her coat, and she dashes out of the apartment. By the time Harry steps out of the shower, y/n had already ordered a taxi home.
