Intelligence Isn't a Magical Thing (Neison) | ✔

Chapter Seven

   "Harrison, do not expect this to be easy," Preston sighed as they walked to their next class. Harrison waved him off. "Trust me, I know. Neil likes to play hard to get. It's part of the reason I like him."

   "I'm serious," his friend muttered, stopping in front of the classroom door. "Just because you've won him over once doesn't mean this time will be any easier."

   The magician raised his hands, trying to surrender. "Ok, Ok, Mister Romance Novel. I get it."

   Preston gave him a look before opening the door and strutting in. Harrison followed suit, a playful smirk on his lips. They took a seat near the back and waited for class to start.

•~•

   "Finally!" The theatre geek sighed loudly as the bell rang. His friend chuckled and stood up, waiting on him. The taller male caught him waiting and shooed him with his hand. "I got to go to work anyway, don't wait up."

   "Fine then," he mumbled, acting hurt. Preston rolled his eyes. "You're a bad actor."

   "Trust me, I know," Harrison called over his shoulder as he left. The remark earned him a laugh, at least.

   The strawberry blond headed toward his dorm, whistling to himself. He was feeling mischievous, and was scanning the area for something to mess with. His phone suddenly went off, giving him an idea.

   He swiped the notification off his screen and pulled up his contacts. He started scrolling through them.

   "Yes, I still have it," he thought. He quickly sent the person a text.

Harrison: Hey there
Neil: I'm sorry, but who is this?
Harrison: Right, you probably deleted my number...
Neil: ...?
Harrison: It's Harrison
Neil: Oh ok
Neil: WAIT, you STILL have my number?!
Harrison: Yes...?
Neil: Not to be rude, but...
Neil: Why?
Harrison: I have my reasons
Neil: Mhm
Neil: Also, why are you texting me?
Harrison: So you can add me back into your contacts
Neil: That's it?
Harrison: Tbh, yeah
Neil: ...
Neil: What's the catch?
Harrison: That you have my number and I can text you nonstop
Neil: Ugh, fine.

   He smirked down at the phone, completely forgetting some of Preston's advice. He had a plan, and he was sure it was going to work. He came up to the dorm room and slid the keycard in. Once the lights flashed, he pushed the door open with his shoulder.

   Neil was already there, tapping away on his phone. His head snapped towards the door as it opened. "Hey, Magic Boy."

   "Hey, Nerd," he joked back, dropping his stuff by the door. The brunet smirked at him before returning his gaze to the screen. Harrison felt his heartbeat quicken.

   "Maybe I don't need a plan," he thought, suddenly remembering Preston's words. "A plan makes it seem a little forced, doesn't it?" The illusionist sat down on his own bed, stealing glances at his roommate. "Why try so hard to make it happen? Maybe, if we just let it happen, things will go right..." He let out a tiny sigh at the realization and couldn't help but smile. He looked back over at Neil.

   "That's what I'll do. Just let it happen naturally. And hopefully, things will go back to what they used to be..."