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Eleven

 Wednesday, February 12, 2014

"So you just watched some shitty movie... held her hand like some fucking twelve year old... and just went home?" Ed asked Harry incredulously, shaking his head in disgust at his friend. "Jesus Christ... and here I thought you were a lady killer," he added with a smirk, knowing how much Harry hated the reputation and therefore bringing it up every chance he could.

Harry let out an exasperated sigh, bringing his cocktail glass to his lips and taking a drink. The tequila and water was going down way too easily that afternoon, causing Harry's vernacular to resemble that of an old trucker. "Fuck..." he huffed out. "She's just so hung up on that fucking boyfriend of hers. Why's that asshole allowed to have her and I can't?" Harry asked rhetorically, scowling into his cup.

"If you fucking start crying, you're going home," Ed warned Harry, though Harry knew that one of his best mates wouldn't do that to him. If anything, he would phone Nick and beg him to come console Harry, relieving Ed from the sympathetic friend duties. Ed was the friend who would offer his lovesick friends copious amounts of alcohol, not a shoulder to cry on.

"I'm not going to cry, you cunt," Harry spat out, though with enough tequila, it could be very likely. He only hoped he was able to hide from Ed and his cell phone camera before the waterworks began.

"She's fucking giving you the run around, mate," Ed pointed out to Harry. "I think Kit's a cool chick and all, but she's not really being all that cool right now."

"That's not true," Harry answered defensively, though his tone was uncertain. Surely Kit was just trying to wade through the murky waters of her feelings and wasn't intentionally jerking Harry about. He couldn't see it. But, he also couldn't see why Kit would stay with someone like Kevin, so maybe he needed new glasses.

"I think... I know she feels bad about these feelings and shit," Harry added, annoyed that Ed was playing devil's advocate and taking Kevin's side, not Kit's. He met Kevin, he saw how he acted on New Year's Eve. It was a no-brainer as to whose side to take. "It's not like she set out to get herself all confused..."

Ed shrugged apathetically. "Then why doesn't she just fucking dump that bloke and get your dick wet?" He asked Harry, taking a long gulp of his drink, clearly exasperated by the entirety of the conversation.

"I guess... I don't know," Harry admitted sullenly. "She's a good person and doesn't want to hurt him?" Harry suggested, his voice taking on a hopeful tone, as though he was answering an elusive pop quiz. But it was the question that was constantly on the forefront of his mind as well. He didn't understand why Kit would want to be with someone like Kevin when she could be with someone like him. He wondered if maybe he wasn't as good of a catch as his mother preened him to be.

Ed guffawed loudly. "Sure, mate," he answered sarcastically. "I mean, fuck... guess if shit goes real bloody sideways, gives you some fodder for some new songs, anyway," he added with a snicker.

"Oh, piss off... like you're one to talk," Harry spat out, flipping Ed the bird, who just laughed. "I kind of... want to call her," he admitted, knowing Ed would happily rib him for confessing his desire to him.

"Fu-uu-uck..." Ed chuckled out before wincing at Harry. "Why you gotta do that to me?" He wondered. "You know I gotta tell you to let this little one fall by the wayside, or least 'til she gets her fucking mind made up. But you're pissed up, and it's a fucking Wednesday, so... I think it'd be rather hilarious."

"Sod off," Harry grumbled, fiddling with his phone. "I don't know what the big deal is," he added. "She's my fucking friend," he reminded Ed, and himself. Somehow, though, the more he called Kit his friend, the worse it sounded.