suffer • h.s

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Saturday, February 10th, 2018
7:37 pm
halle

"Hi." Harry grins, opening his large front door. He looks absolutely adorable, already dressed for tonight. He's wearing a typical Harry outfit, button down blouse, tight jeans and boots.

"Aw, look at you!" I smile, poking at his shirt.

"Look at you," He raises his brows with a wider smile. "You look amazing, Hal."

"I do, don't I?" I grin, and he rolls his eyes.

"Come in, you dork." He chuckles, opening the door wider as I walk inside.

"Ooh, whats all this?" I say, my eyes fixed on the three big cardboard boxes resting next to his door.

"Shoes."

"God, you're worse than I am." I laugh, walking towards his kitchen. I open the fridge and grab a Fiji water, and hear him following behind.

"No time for water, Halle. Look at my hair." He says with a serious look on his face. His hair is wet and messy, it looks cute but if it dries like this I'll know he will hate it.

"I like it that way." I tell him, and he raises his brows in response. "Alright, fine let's go fix it."

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"No, shut up this is the best part." Harry shushes me, hitting my shoulder. I watch as Dwight shoves a bag over Meredith's head with the bat inside- a scene i've seen multiple times yet Harry still has to stop me from talking to watch it. He really loves The Office.

"We should probably go soon." I tell him after looking down at my phone.

"Wanna pregame?" He asks with a wide grin.

"Are we in High School?" I laugh in response.

"Hey,"

"Right, right. You didn't even drink in High School. My bad." I tease, and he sticks his tongue out.

"So that's a no to a shot of vodka?"

"I'd actually rather have you throw up in my mouth than drink vodka right now." Gross. I hate vodka. A LOT.

"Fine, I'll take one alone. You're a lightweight anyways, wouldn't be a good idea." He says all knowingly as he hops off the couch and heads for the kitchen.

"It was your idea, idiot." I scoff.

"Shut up." He says under his breath, and I can't help but roll my eyes at him for the millionth time tonight.

I watch as he pours himself a shot, and quickly downs it with a look of disgust on his face. Exactly why I didn't partake in the little pregame.

"Blegh." He says, stick his tongue out and shaking his head. "That's poison."

"No shit."

"What's got you so sassy tonight?" Harry raises a brow.

"Nothing. I'm not sassy." I say back, and he chuckles.

"Whatever you say." He sighs. He then pours himself another shot, and I really don't understand why he feels the need.

"Dude, why are you drinking before?"