"Wait— you thought I had herpes?"
Harry and Y/N both burst out into a myriad of drunken giggles, the second bottle of wine they shared that evening sending them straight to a bubbly high for their first official evening without Clementine.
Y/N has to hold her stomach from laughing so hard as Harry wipes hysterical tears from the creases of his eyes. Placing her wine glass on the table, she holds her hands out in a mock defense.
"Baby, you have to hear me out though," she slurs, licking over her grape-tinted lips, "Every time I saw you, you were working on bringing someone home! I was like, 'I know nothing about this Harry guy! But he's always having sex, ya know? So he has to have herpes or something.'"
Harry laughs and shakes his head, the world dizzying some from his Malbec-tinted glasses. "Noooooo way. I always used condoms! 'm a smart boy, babe."
"I know that now," she mumbles, crawling into his lap. In his drunken state, he doesn't question her unusual display of affection, instead opting to wrap his arms around her waist, pulling her closer. "You still ended up having a baby with me, though."
Harry hums in agreement as she buries her head into the crook of his neck. He swallows as the scent of her shampoo permeates his senses; a sweet, clean fragrance that he could recognize anywhere.
"Always glad it was you, grumpy girl." he says softly, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
She mumbles her response into his skin, the movement of her lips giving him goosebumps. "You're silly. And drunk."
"So are you."
"Mm. Yeah, you're right."
Harry just holds her closer.
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you're my last shot
Fanfictionin which harry and y/n are in the same friend group but don't like each other very much - until they have a one night stand, y/n gets pregnant, and- wait, now they're having a baby?
