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two. harry

JEALOUSY IS A BITCH, ISN'T IT?

"I don't know, Vik." The boy murmured gently, unsure of what to do. His head was spinning and the alcohol probably hadn't helped, but it really fucking stung to see her with someone else.

"I don't know what to say, either." Vik answered truthfully. "Because she might not like you and you might ruin your friendship, but on the other hand you might take it one step further..."

"That's what I've been thinking," Harry tipped up his alcohol and swallowed it quickly. His throat burned, but from the unshed tears or the alcohol, he wasn't sure of. He squeezed his eyes shut. "Thank you for your help, though. I really appreciate it."

Vik hugged him. "Anytime. Now, let's get you into the spare room, okay?"

Harry nodded blindly and stumbled towards his room. Vik went downstairs into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water for him, and was met, surprisingly, by her.

"Who's stumbling around upstairs?" She asked, as though being in their house at twenty past two was a normal occurrence. It was, and had happened a lot recently.

"Harry." Vik answered, and crouched to get the bottle out of the bottom drawer. He heard her sigh in frustration and could imagine her hands furiously twisting her hair.

"Again?" She asked.

"Yup," Vik dragged out the 'y.'

"I've got this, you need to get some rest." She took the water bottle from him and smiled reassuringly. Vik let her do so, but wondered if she was the best person to be around a drunken Harry, especially considering his current state.

He was exhausted, though, and stifled a yawn before heading up to bed.

Harry lay passed out on the floor of the spare room. She tutted in disappointment, and placed the bucket beside the bed and the water bottle on the table beside it.

"Harry, c'mon. You're too heavy for me to drag you into bed on my own." She half-whispered.

He grumbled her name as his eyes opened slightly. She prodded him until he got up and collapsed on the bed.

"Can you stay?" He asked, blinking in the blaring lights.

"Fine, as long as you promise you won't throw up all over me." Her heart fluttered slightly. She was a little tipsy herself, nowhere near as bad as Harry. She remembered meeting a guy in the bar she was at with him, and hit it off well with the guy. She remembered Harry angrily storming off when he kissed her, and following his taxi all the way to the Sidemen House.

She felt guilty; the least she could do was sleep in the same bed as him?

He wrapped his arms around her, and she knew she was not going anywhere. For here, now, snuggled in his embrace, she felt like she was home.

—please leave a like and a comment if you enjoyed!! once we get around to simon again i'm posting a teaser for an upcoming miniminter fic i am currently writing and can i just say i'm in love with it. the title is limerence. google the meaning, you won't regret it.

thank you for reading,

mollie xx