frat house//h.s. au

4 p.m.

•Harry•

Harry knew who Jamie was before this morning. He remembered Jamie from the night before, just not her name. He figured it'd be easier to pretend like they've never meant, than to talk about something she couldn't even remember. Maybe that's why he's been avoided being with them today, maybe he's just shy. Like always, he was reading a book in his room when heard a tap at his door. He got up from his bed and opened the door.

"Harry." Her voice made Harry get goose bumps.

"Jamie," he muttered, clearing his threat after.

"Do you remember last night?" Jamie seemed concerned and Harry could tell.

"Come in." He said. Jamie stepped inside; she still had the clothes and blanket he had given her earlier.

"So.." Her eyes trailed Harry's face, but Harry was looking at the floor.

"Yeah, uh. You we taking shots with a group of people....

"One more, c'mon!" Some guy egged her on. Jamie looked at the boy before agreeing and downing what seemed to be her 3rd shot.

"Woo!" Jamie said slamming the shot class on the table. Jamie was wasted, 3 shots was enough. Harry watched her dance with the same guys cheering her on just minuets before. The guy grabbed her shoulder and whispered something into her ear. Jamie's smile faded into a frown.

'No.' Harry read off of her lips. The boy grabbed her hand and whispered in her ear. Jamie yanked her arm away from the boy and walked away.

"Hey! Come back here." The boy walked after her. Harry rolled his eyes and got up from his seat on the couch.

"Hey! Leaver her alone man." Harry stepped in front of him. The guy glared at Harry before walking away.

"Thanks!" Jamie chimed. Harry laughed at her state.

"You're hammered." Harry said.

"Hey, are you British?" Jamie looked absolutely amazed.

"Yes, now let's go, you need to sleep." He grabbed her hand.

"No! I don't wanna sleep with you." Jamie protested and stopped walking.

"I don't want to sleep with you. I just want you to go to bed." Harry said and Jamie started walking again.

"Here." He said opening the door to the spare bedroom.

"... and then I just let you sleep." Harry finished the story. Jamie remembered parts as he told the story.

"Wow, okay." Jamie muttered. "Thanks for doing that. Really, Harry." She smiled.

"It was nothing. I can't stand when guys treat girls like that." He confessed. Harry was weird. He didn't like when guys degraded women, but he'd take a chance to piss a girl off.

"That's really sweet." Jamie said. Harry looked up at Jamie's smile.

Harry leaned in, their noses touching, before he pressed his lips against hers. Jamie dropped the blanket that was wrapped around her and took Harry's t-shirt into her fists. Harry pulled back and Jamie kept her head tilted at the ground. Her cheeks made her smile obvious. Harry smiled and took her hands in his, almost like earlier. Jamie looked up and smiled before letting go of his hands and walking out the door.

Harry stood there, staring at the door.

Damn.