neighbour | wroetoshaw

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march 5th

i woke up, realising that i was laying in harrys bed, not wearing anything. i look over to my side, him not being there.

i got up, noticed that my underwear was far away from each other, the memories flooding back to me about what happened. i stood there, smiling to myself, i pick my panties up, put them on before rumaging through the closet, finding a pair of shorts and a shirt to put on.

i walk out of his bedroom, noticing that he was stood in the kitchen, making breakfast.

"good morning" he says, smiling at me.
"morning" i say, walking over to him to have a nosey at what he was making.
"sleep okay?" he says, walking behind me and wrapping his arms around me.
i nod, "yeah, really well actually" i say, putting my head back, so that i was looking up at him.
"what time is it?" i ask, rubbing my eyes.
"1, ive been up about 20 minutes or so" he says.
"oops" i say, we both ended up laughing.

i sit down at the counter, him picking up a knife and fork each, after he spent ages plating. he brought over cutlery and 2 drinks, him a bottle of water, and me, a glass of apple juice.
"thankyou" i say, smiling at him.
i took a sip of my drink, not realising how much of a drink that i had needed since last night.
"thirsty?" he says, smirking.
"yeah, very." i say.

he puts the plates down, one infront of me and one opposite me.
"thank you!" i say, cutting up the bacon.
"its okay, anyway, how are you?" he asks.
"mate, my legs feel like jelly" i say, him laughing at me.
"sorry" he says, after he had finished laughing.
"dickhead" i say, under my breath, him clearly hearing me.
"whats the plans for today?" i ask.
"movie, food, drinks." he says, "i cant be bothered to go out and i just want to chill." he says.

..

we finished dinner, i helped him clean up, there was a knock on the door, so he went to answer it.
"bog! whos shoes are theseee!" i heard someone say, eventually walking in, noticing that it was ethan.
"hi ethan" i say, he bursts out laughing.
"hey molly, what brings you here at.." he looks at his phone, "half 2 in the afternoon?" he asks.
"company?" i say, trying to think on the spot.

he looks at me, wide eyes before pointing at what i was wearing, forgetting that i wasnt in my own clothes.
"i spilt something on my clothes?" i say, trying so hard to not burst out laughing.

harry had gone into the kitchen to go make a cup of tea, i had gone to sat on the sofa, ethan eventually coming and sitting down next to me.
"right, i can tell you havent gone home, whats happened then." he says, looking at me, straight in the eyes.
"nothing!" i say, looking away.
"right, your heels are in here, i saw a dress on the floor in the doorway into harry's bedroom, and your hair is a mess." he says, "cheeky things happened here last night" he says, laughing.
"right, well, fine, they did, just dont tell anyone please" i say, hands over my face.
"i wont, dont worry.." he says, dragging the last couple letters.

from what ive found out about ethan, he doesnt really keep his mouth shut.
"so, are you guys a thing?" he asks.
"not yet, were gonna get there, he asked me last night and its something we both want, but were giving it time." i say.
"didnt you both like hate each other like a couple of months ago?" he asks.
"yeah, dickhead wouldnt keep is mouth shut and was constantly screaming late at night." i say, we both laugh.
"probably from filming, we sometimes film rather light." he says.

"what are you two talking about?" harry says, coming in, sitting next to me with 2 cups and a bottle of water.
"you?" i say, shrugging my shoulder.
"thanks lad" ethan says, taking the water off him.

"how come youve come round anyway?" harry asks ethan.
"no idea, just wanted to see you!" he says.
"ah right, any more idea whether were actually gonna do the maliga trip?" harry says.
"yeah, we are, probably in like a month or so?" ethan says, picking up his phone.
"is there a group chat?" i ask.
"there will be!" ethan says, franctictally scrolling on his phone.