Crazy Little Thing Called Love

Worth The Wait Or How I Met Harry's Friends

Hi everyone, an extra long chapter tonight because I just couldn't stop writing. :) 

This chapter is dedicated to my most dedicated supporters (and Clarry shippers), LesBH15, eml1002, Jax430 and sara9551 who will all make a small guest appearance in this chapter. The wonderful Elll1234 will make an appearance in the next few chapters (I love you just as much). Thank you for your incredibly support, you are all amazing I wish I could give each of you a big hug. I hope you like how I included you.  

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I must have spent more time than expected in the park because when I returned it was already wide after noon. On the way to the kitchen I checked my phone and saw that Harry had texted me. With a smile, I opened it and promptly run into the kitchen door, causing me to bang my head against it. I hissed and blinked a couple of times until the pain had lessened a bit. When I was safely seated on one of our kitchen chairs, I looked at Harry's text again.

"Hi, love, I hope you're doing well. I am going out with some of my friends for dinner tonight and I was wondering if you wanted to join us? I'll invite you to make up for coming to Holmes Chapel with me. ;) Would love to see you, but if you're busy I'll just drop by during the next couple of days instead. H xxx"  I starred at the winky face for a couple of seconds. I didn't have any plans for tonight and not having to cook sounded amazing. With the only thing to be done for uni was waiting for a feedback from my tutor who was ill, there wasn't really anything which prevented me from going. The only thing I was kind of nervous about was meeting some more of Harry's friends, but I would deal with that when I was actually meeting them tonight. I replied with a short text telling him that I would love to join them, before making myself some lunch and then spending the rest of the afternoon curled up on our sofa reading Harry Potter.

At ten past seven, the door bell rung and I hopped towards the door, while trying to squeeze my foot into the heel I wanted to wear. "Hi." I grinned up at Harry who was looking down at me with an amused smile. I stumbled slightly and automatically held onto his arm to stabilise myself. "Whoops." I said breathlessly and finally stood securely on both feet. I looked up and saw that Harry was already looking down at me. "Hi, love." He pressed a short kiss to my cheek and then elegantly maneuvered us inside. "You look beautiful." he complimented me with a smile and I felt my cheeks heat up in response to his words. "Thanks, you don't look too shabby yourself." I replied with a smirk, making him laugh. 

"What designer are you wearing tonight?" I asked, chuckling at the memory of when he had tried to educate me in this very same hallway a couple of months ago. "This, my fashion-inexperienced friend, is a Laurence Llewelyn-Bowen suit." He did a little twirl and I laughed. "Well, I hope you will want to be seen with me then because my dress is from H&M."  I commented dryly and Harry let his green eyes wander up and down my body, making me suddenly very much aware of how tight the dress was. "I suppose this will do." he said in a disparaging tone, but I saw his mouth twitch and a moment later we were both laughing.