Author's P.O.V
It was the late afternoon and Josh still hadn't seemed to have messaged him yet, Harry was beginning to worry.
The blonde was slumped in his messy, white bedsheets, the duvet comfortably wrapped around his body.
It was almost as if every hour that went by, he checked for a message from Josh.
Nothing.
Harry sighed, closing his laptop after watching a couple episodes of Prison Break, since Freezy hadn't shut up about it for months on end.
He brought himself from the comfortable cocoon of padding and pillows, rubbing his tired azure orbs as he stood up onto his two feet.
He brought himself to his bathroom, splashing his face with some cold water before brushing his teeth.
It was strange, he felt so very bored and down on his day off from a tough week of editing. Part of him wanted to blame this on the absence of Josh, the other part of him wanted to blame it on his natural laziness and lack of motivation.
He decided on heading into the living-room, hearing the television they both shared blaring away through the wall.
He reached the pearly white sofas to see Freezy laid on his back, tiredly flickering through all the channels and stations.
"Afternoon.." Harold hummed, plopping himself on the empty spot of sofa which wasn't taken up by Freezy's long legs.
"Sup," Cal's head popped up to send Harry a nonchalant simper.
"Nothing to do.." Harry whined, bringing his knees up to his chest as he wore a pout like a butthurt child of some sort.
"Tell me about it.." Freezy responded, a sigh leaving his mouth. "We should do something."
Harry scowled, "What would we do? Play FIFA? Again?"
Freezy chuckled lazily, "Read my mind.. Probably a bad idea though. How about going to town tonight? Having a few drinks?"
Harry shrugged, brows raising in contemplation. "Sounds alright, but remember that I have to get a flight tomorrow morning. I won't be getting hammered."
"It's cool," Freezy then sat up, the two now watching the screen as an episode of 'Friends' was displayed, chosen by Cal himself.
"Still nothing to do now.. All that's on TV nowadays is reruns and shopping channels," The blonde chuckled, turning to his roommate.
"You may be bored, but Friends will never be boring to me.. No matter how many times it's played," Cal smirked, slumping down to watch the show as if he hadn't a care in the world. "Let's talk, if you want."
Harry raised a brow slightly, "Talk about what?"
"Well.." Freezy gazed at the other again, tilting his head slightly. "You did say that you were speaking to Zer— Josh again. How's that going? Not being a dick, is he?"
Harry felt his cheeks burn, realising that Cal knew almost everything that happened with them. It was awkward for him to comprehend. "No, no. He's fine, we are fine," Harry assured, beginning to nervously play with his fingers. "He wants me to work for him instead of Lux.. Says he'd pay me more."
"Get in there, my lad!" Cal whooped before chuckling slightly. "Tell me you said yes."
"I didn't really confirm or deny the offer.." Harry stated, and Cal's face showed pure judgement. "Come on, Cal. I don't like him for his money."
"I know you don't, man. It is convenient, though.." Cal noted, and Harry found some truth to that.
Harry attempted to focus on the television, but ended up thinking back to Joshua and everything that was going on. He never would have seen himself in the situation he was in, it was daunting at points. But, it was also quite the thrill to young Harry, who hadn't had this kind of attention from anyone.
"When do you want to leave tonight?" Harry quizzed, still finding nothing to do with his valuable time.
Cal shrugged, "six? Don't want to be gone for too long, or too late. You got a plane to catch tomorrow, as you said."
Harry looked down, checking his watch to see that it had only just gone four PM. "Fine. He confirmed. I'm going to eat then watch more of that shitty damn show. I'll see ya in two."
Harry finalised, and departed.
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Harry and Cal returned later that night, along with a couple of their friends.
Back in the flat, almost ten PM, there was Joe, Elliot, Callum (Lux), Sarah and Chip were all stood around the islands of the tables, having a couple more drinks.
Harry's plan to stay somewhat sober had gone to shit, as he was fairly intoxicated. Luckily, he still had control over his words and movements, though they weren't well-thought out before hand.
Harry found himself glancing at his phone all night, even when they were at the clubs.
It hadn't gone unnoticed.
"Someone got your mind?" Sarah asked the blonde who was holding a pint in his palm.
Harry's eyes shot up instantly, mouth falling open as if he had actually expected to go uncensored of his worrying all day.
"Oh, uh, you could say that.." Harry mumbled, an awkward chuckle spilling from his mouth. He liked Sarah, they just weren't very close.
"What's her name?" She asked, oblivious to the fact that he was gay. It wasn't her fault in Harry's mind, as he never really told anyone unless they asked.
Harry shrugged, "His name is Josh. Hasn't spoken to me all day. Just seems a bit.. Off, you know?"
Sarah smiled sweetly, her eyes crinkling admirably at either side. "Sounds off. Did he say that he could be busy at all?"
"He did. He just made it out to be something little, not something that would cause him to be gone for almost 24 hours.."
Harry began to worry again, so Sarah placed her hand calmly on his shoulder.
"He will turn up soon enough, I'm sure of it."
Harry smiled, appreciating her optimism.
"Thanks Sarah. I appreciate that you—"
DING! DONG!
The doorbell to their flat sounded, and Harry politely excused himself to fetch it, since Freezy was in a very deep conversation, so it seemed.
Harry approached the door with the same low, lazy feeling in his body. His hand gripping the metal handle to pull it down and swing open the door.
"Hello, pretty boy."
The familiar voice sounded and Harry almost jumped out of his skin.
He glanced up, seeing no other than Joshua Bradley himself at the door, a small suitcase by his side and a pink bouquet of flowers in his hand.
"Miss me?" He questioned.
Harry was almost overcome with joy and gratefulness.
"More than you know," Harry exhaled, as if a weight was lifted. The silence made sense now, he had worried for nothing.
He jumped into Joshua's body, and the brunette held his small frame up by his waist with his free arm. Harry's face nuzzled into the man's neck, breathing in the scent he remembered so vividly.
After a moment, Josh placed Harry back down, though kept him pressed to his body, arm still possessively around his waist.
"I told you, I'm leaving in the morning, Joshy.." Harry wailed, eyes looking adoringly up at the older man, chin resting comfortably on his chest.
"Then give me tonight. We will make the most of the lack of time we have together. As time is all we have, can't waste this can we?" Joshua asked, and Harry nodded with an adorable simper present on his mouth.
Blue mixed with blue, and they stared at each other longingly, creating an ocean between them.
Then, their lips met, and it felt just as good as the first time.
