Harry always came home late. it didn't matter if he was with a girl or out with the guys, he never got home at a reasonable time. I, on the other hand, would normally sit on the couch and check twitter whilst awaiting Harry's arrival. I knew it was stupid of me, or maybe unreasonable, but I did it anyway. for some reason I can't explain, Harry had always meant more to me. More than any of my previous friends. He was different. And I loved that.
So, as I scrolled through my twitter mentions and sent out a few tweets, I pondered Harry and I's relationship. I saw him almost as a brother, if not for a gut feeling telling me it was something deeper, closer. I was jolted out of my tranquil state with the muffled click of the front door being unlocked.
Huh. It's quite early.
I turned my head to see the door open, allowing a seemingly intoxicated Harry to stumble in with a girls arm around his own, both in fits of laughter. I recognized the girl as Avery, Harry's sort of girlfriend. When I say "sort of girlfriend" I mean things are (extremely) complicated. They've always hated each other, yet they go on dates or occasionally come back to our flat to have sex. Or just hit the walls and scream. I mean, who knows what drunken Avery and Harry could be doing in there (note the sarcasm).
Harry looked at me, a hint of hesitation in his green eyes. I winked at him and he smiled back, but winced when his slut got a better grip on his forearm and led him upstairs to his room. I sighed, knowing what was going to come next.
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I need to leave. Now. I could hear the two in Harry's room, being extremely loud as always. I can't believe he's doing this to me. I got this strange feeling in the pit of my stomach. Envy? It couldn't be, Harry is a friend... maybe I'm just missing Eleanor... I decided to call her after I'd left the flat to take a long walk around the neighborhood. The dark streets were being illuminated by the soft glow of the streetlights. It was soothing, just being alone in the cool, dark night. After about five minutes of walking (slowly, if I must add) I took out my phone to ring up Eleanor. She answered on the third ring.
We had talked for about an hour and a half, before I decided to head back home. Maybe Harry and Avery are done... I thought. Thinking about my best friend with someone again made my stomach ache. Why did this bother me so much? I couldn't help it, I felt like I was beginning to feel something more for him.
No! Stop! You don't! You have Eleanor! Your life is perfect just the way it is.
No it's not. You're not truly happy with Eleanor. You want Harry.
This had to stop.
A/N
Hey guys! this is the first chapter of our new Larry Stylinson fanfic! If we need any adjustments or if you have any suggestions please tell us in the comments. Thank you for reading! Enjoy :)
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