Author's note: this prompt was given to me by wattpad user macehartbig. It's my first fic that's not Hartbig and I'm very excited to be writing it. I do ship HartSquared, a lot actually :). This is NOT a one-shot, there will be more. Hope you enjoy! Feedback is always welcome!
Mamrie can't quite pinpoint the exact time it all happened. All she knows is that it started off small. Very small. You could say minuscule. In the beginning, she didn't really think anything of it, but it grew fast. It started when that one time Hannah winked at her and for the first time, she noticed a warm tingly feeling in the pit of her stomach. She remembers that night quite fondly actually. The three of them were at a club on a Friday night. Grace and herself went out onto the dance floor and threw themselves into the crowd, while Hannah stayed at the bar, talking to the bartender. It was hilarious seeing Grace's drunken expression when she realized someone was grinding on her. She has always loved to dance, it was her thing to let loose a little bit. It took things off of her mind. When she turned her head to the right, she caught Hannah's eye. She smiled at her and received a wink back. That's when it all started. Hannah always winked at Mamrie, I mean who wouldn't? It's just something she always does. It doesn't mean anything, it's just a wink. But Mamrie wants it to mean something more, all of the sudden. As the night went on, she kept dancing with Grace and everything was going great. She doesn't understand why Hannah won't come and dance. Hannah says it's because ever since Mamrie made fun of her 'hip swivel' dance move, she's embarrassed. She turns her head to the right again, to just see what Hannah's up to. Bad idea. There was a leggy red-head practically on Hannah's lap, flirting like crazy.
"Oh hell no, I'm supposed to be the only hot red-head in her life," Mamrie thinks.
"Wait what? Why do I care? She can do whatever she wants." Mamrie has a tiny argument inside her head.
She feels Grace pull her aside.
"Hey. Go talk to her." Grace says.
"What?" Mamrie pretends she doesn't know what Grace is talking about.
"Mamrie, you've been staring for almost 5 minutes, go talk to Hannah." Grace sighs.
Mamrie nods. Grace saw the way Mamrie was acting that night and knew exactly what was running through Mamrie's head. And so, Mamrie walks over and plasters a smile on her face and throws an arms around Hannah.
"Hey darlin. Whatcha up to?" Mamrie grins, noticing the other red-head start to back off a bit.
"Um oh nothing just enjoying a drink." Hannah smiles.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm being so rude. Whose your friend?" Mamrie asks, looking the girl up and down.
"Uh this is Kendra." Hannah introduces.
"Hi! Nice to meet you, I'm Mamrie." Mamrie gives a small wave.
"Um hi." Kendra says awkwardly.
Something about this girl is rubbing her the wrong way and Mamrie doesn't know why. She keeps her grin on her face despite the fact that she already hates this Kendra girl.
"Hannah, will you please come dance with me?" Mamrie pleads.
"What? You have Grace out there and you seem to be enjoying your time." Hannah says.
"Ugh Grace just jumps up and down as dancing. Besides, it'll be way more fun with you there." Mamrie pokes Hannah's side and winks, making sure Kendra sees. She does.
"Uh ok Mames, but only because you're drunk." Hannah laughs.
Mamrie pulls Hannah onto the dance floor, leaving Kendra behind. The rest of the night goes great. They stay at the club until about 3 am and then they all go back to Mamrie's place, since it's the closest.
And that night was the beginning of a small feeling that Mamrie had, that would soon become a big one. A huge one, you could say.
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HartSquared: Short Story
Fanfiction"Hey. Go talk to her." "What?" Mamrie pretends she doesn't know what Grace is talking about. "Mamrie, you've been staring for almost 5 minutes, go talk to Hannah."
