Phobia || HRVY A.U

Five

Lounging around in my sitting room at eleven o'clock at night, Brooklyn, Zack, Harvey and I watched 'Stranger Things' on Netflix - after spending about twenty minutes discussing my birthday party, then getting bored.

On the way home from the diner, Harvey and I decided we would get some food from a take away, as neither of us had actually ate anything tonight. Harvey got a kebab with salad and garlic sauce, and I got a simple chips and gravy.

Sitting on the largest part of my 'L' shaped sofa, the three boys and I huddled together with the double duvet I brought through from my bedroom - I squeezed in the middle of Brooklyn and Zack, Harvey in the corner with his feet up on the smaller part of the sofa.

Just as the last episode of season one ended, Brooklyn stood up to get a drink from the kitchen, along with Zack who pushed himself up from the white sofa and asked, "Is the toilet in the same place?" I nodded and he smiled, walking up the corridor to the bathroom ; leaving me with Harvey.

Yawning, I stretched my arms above my head, relaxing again and pulling the white duvet closer to me. Slowly, I felt the blonde boy moving closer to me, making me smile a little. Soon enough, he inched his way over until he was right next to me - our legs touching under the blanket. Turning to face him, I gave him a small smile as the other two boys came back. Zack raised his eyebrows at Harvey, expecting him to move... but he didn't, so he sat on the other side of me - Brooklyn sitting next to him.

Hours later, Brooklyn checked the time on his phone, "I really need to go," he told us, "it's two in the morning."

Sighing, we all stood up from the sofa - stretching and yawning as I paused the Netflix show. Brook helped me clear up our mess before leaving - luckily his apartment is in the same building as mine, so he only needs to go upstairs. Each of us said goodbye to Brooklyn, which left Zack, Harvey and I.

"Do you want to stay over? It's really late and my dad won't be here tomorrow, anyway," I sighed, my mood instantly dropping from one hundred to zero as I remembered the text message I got from dad, earlier tonight.

"Umm... where would we sleep?" Harvey asked, looking around the small apartment.

"Zack, dad never changed your room so you can stay there if you want to? Or you can sleep in my room if it would be too weird for you?" I suggested, obviously knowing he wouldn't want to sleep in his own bedroom - he hasn't been in this apartment since he was ten, never mind sleep in his old bed.

Thinking for a while, he answered, "Is it alright if I stay in your room?"

Nodding at him, I grabbed the duvet from the sofa to put back on my bed - telling Harvey I'd be back in a few minutes.

Neatly making my bed, Zack looked through my wardrobe - trying to find some clothes to wear, since we're the same size. Eventually, he found a pair of grey sweatpants and quickly changed into them.

Jumping onto the double bed, Zack motioned for me to sit next to him, doing as he said, he began to speak, "dad bailed again didn't he?"

"What?" I asked as if I didn't know what he was talking about, raising his eyebrows, Zack knew he had - with out me having to tell him. "Yeah..." I sighed, resting my head on my brothers shoulder.

"You can't keep letting him do this, Summer," He told me, hugging me tightly. "You have me. You don't need dad."

Smiling, I hugged him back. "I love you."

"I love you too," Zack reassured me, saying goodnight as I stood up to walk out of the room. Turning off the light, I closed my bedroom door behind me ; walking into the sitting room.

Harvey had managed to find a spare duvet from a cupboard. "I hope you don't mind, but I found a duvet. I could only find one though... so you can have it," He told me, handing the single duvet blanket to me.

Sighing, I took it from him and placed it down on the sofa - walking over to the corner of the room to find a grey knitted throw for the sofa for Harvey to use as a blanket. Smiling, he thanked me and lay down.

The two of us shared the sofa, Harvey lay on the horizontal part - where we had previously been sitting - and I lay on the smaller, vertical part ; our heads inches away from each other.

Just as I was beginning to fall asleep, Harvey mumbled: "do you like me, Summer?"

Taking me surprise, my eyes shot open so I was looking at the ceiling, as I stuttered: "in what way?"

Thinking for a while, he answered, "like, as a friend," he paused before continuing, "I know my reputation is first to speak, but if you look past that - do you think I'm a good person?"

Shit. This got deep quickly.

"I - ummm - I don't really know you that well, Harvey, but I guess you're a good person." I told him, not really sure how to answer. "But... you do need to work on your reputation... people just think you're a fuckboy who doesn't care about people's feelings..."

"Is that how you see me?"

"Honestly? Yes." I told him, gaining a sigh from the blonde boy next to me.

Silence echoed throughout my small apartment - assuming Harvey had fell asleep, I closed my eyes and pulled the duvet closer to me.