Wish [Harry] On Hold

13 | H e a t h e r

Dedicated to geminiclub for being an awesome friend and supporter! x

Warning: Disastrously unedited.

HEATHER ARRIVED ON THE FRIDAY evening instead of the Saturday morning and I welcomed her into my home with a long hug and a cup of tea. It had been so long since we'd seen each other and I had missed her dearly, despite her poor choice in men and her ridiculous urge to buy the most expensive things she could find. It was safe to say that nothing much had changed since I'd last seen her before moving.

"It's so damn good to see you, Jane. Holy crap, I've missed you!" she said as she dragged her suitcase into my bedroom. "Thank you so much for letting me have the bed but you really didn't have to. At least share the bed with me?"

I shook my head as followed her into my room and began to help her unpack. "It's fine, the couch is ridiculously comfy and I often fall asleep there from time to time. It's alright, you've been travelling for hours."

"Aw, Jane," she muttered as she pulled out her clothing and folded them neatly before placing them out on my bed in neat lines. She was very precise, Heather was. I'd always admired that about her.

"So, how is everyone back home? Or have you not had the chance to catch up with them all?"

Heather huffed as she sat down on the bed beside me. "Honestly, things have been hectic. My parents are pressuring Tom and I to talk about setting a wedding date but all we really want to do at the moment is travel. I'm sure you've noticed all the pictures of us online?"

I nodded and sighed in admiration. "Ah, yes. New York must be pretty something, yeah?"

She nodded eagerly and burst into conversation about the places they went shopping, the sights they'd seen and their favourite restaurants. If I hadn't stopped her, I knew she could have gone on for absolute hours.

"How's the fiancée from Hell?" I asked with a sickly-sweet smile. Heather knew I wasn't keen on Thomas and she'd always tried her very best to get us to like each other, a scheme which had proved ineffective.

She just chuckled and rolled her eyes as she said, "He's fine. Stag night tomorrow, like I said. Apart from that, he's good. Finally able to satisfy me one-hundred percent in bed," she added. I just laughed at her comment.

"Finally," I repeated.

She nodded and her eyes widened. "Seriously, when we first met I thought there was no hope for him. Luckily he's improved."

"At least you're getting laid," I told her with a sigh.

Her expression was quick to change from amusement to shock and she shook me by my shoulders. Her eyes bored into mine. "Are you fucking serious? You've not got a man yet? Christ."