bloody innocent || wroetostar || completed

04

I knocked on the door to Vik's bedroom, and he yelled for me to come in.
'Harry, technically this is your room too. You don't need to knock.'
'I dunno, I didn't want to walk in on you changing!' I said indignantly, sitting down on the mattress on the floor, which was now my bed, and rubbing my towel over my head.
'Yeah, you'd hate that, wouldn't you.' he said, smirking. I blushed slightly.
'What?'
He turned back to his monitors, as though he hadn't heard me.
Frowning, I looked down at my phone.
I was looking at a photo someone had tweeted of me and Vik.
'Who you texting?' Vik called over his shoulder.
'I'm not.' I replied casually as I drafted a text to my mum.
'Harryyyy...' he grinned, turning to look over at me.
'It's my mum, Vik.' I looked up at him, glaring.
'That's what they all say!' he yelled gleefully. Next thing I knew, he was skipping off downstairs- into the kitchen, where everyone was.
Still going on about my fucking 'girlfriend'.
Can you even have a girlfriend if you're 70% sure you're gay?

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