Harry:
"Hey Harry!" You shout while coming downstairs to your best friend. You two have been like siblings since you were little.
"What?" He says when you plop yourself on the couch next to him.
"I'm gonna go out tonight, Mason wanted to take me to dinner. Isn't he sweet?" You grin, daydreaming of your boyfriend.
"Who's Mason?"
Your jaw dropped. "Umm, my boyfriend. You ask me this all the time when I mention him. I thought you would've known by now." You chuckle and poke him in the shoulder playfully.
"Oh." He replies blankly.
"Harry?"
"Mmm." He mumbles.
"What's wrong?" He's not looking at you so you force him to look at you.
"Nothing. Just leave me alone. It's none of your business Y/N." He gets up and stomps upstairs, leaving you shocked on the couch. He's never spoken to you that way before.
You quietly walk upstairs and stop outside his door. He's upset. He's throwing things and he's shouting a string of profanities. You pull your eyebrows together and quietly knock on his door.
"Harry?"
"Go away Y/N." His voice cracks.
"Harry, please. Just let me in."
"I said go away. What part of that don't you get?"
Suddenly you were mad. "Fine Harry. See if I ever try to help my best friend ever again. You want to be an ass to me? Fine. Two can play this game. I'm leaving." And with that you walk downstairs, grab your phone and purse, slip on your shoes and jacket and slam the front door on your way out.
*Later that night*
After having a fun night with Mason, he dropped you off at yours and Harry's house.
"Babe, I still don't like you living here with him."
You laugh. "We are friends Mason, nothing more. He's more of a brother than anything really. You don't need to worry."
"I know bu-"
"No buts Mason. It's fine. You don't have to worry." You roll your eyes. He was sweet, but his protectiveness over you was getting a bit old.
"Okay. Sorry. I love you. Sleep tight." He says and kisses you goodnight.
"Love you too, night." You say after he pulls away.
You walk inside and close the front door quietly, not wanting Harry to know you were home. But to your surprise when you turn around, you come face to face with a red-eyed Harry.
You set your stuff down, and walk past him. You knew he was going to be a jerk to you again, and you weren't going to put up with it.
"Y/N. Please." He begs. You stop and turn around and cross your arms.
"No Harry. I don't have time for a jerk. Besides, you said it was none of my business, remember?" You snap.
"I know. I'm sorry." He hangs his head.
"Sorry or not, you still said it. All I did was ask what was bothering you. Your actions were unnecessary."
"I know. I was just..." He trails off.
"You were just what, Harry?" You were irritated right now.
"Jealous." He mumbles.
"Jealous? Of what Harry? There's no need to be jealous."
