I wake up to a banging on my flat door.
I roll out of bed and hold my head.
"I'm never drinking again, fucks sake." I say while making my way to the front door.
The knocking continues.
"I'm coming, Jesus Christ!" I say turning the door knob.
"Good afternoon sunshine."
There Harry stand with a similar attire to last night.
"You look-" he pauses, "tired."
"Try hungover. Is it twelve already?" I say walking away from Harry and into the kitchen.
"No. But you need to expect the unexpected." He chuckles while following behind me.
"You want anything to eat?" I say taking a bowl out of my cabinet.
"Yeah actually. Get some clothes on, I know this place a few blocks from here. Their food is amazing."
"I thought this wasn't a date?" I say remembering last night.
"Who said it was?" His face expressionless.
"You, indirectly."
"No."
"Then why are you even here?" I say more rude than I had anticipated.
"We can't be friends?"
"I'm not stupid Harry. Far from it actually. I don't need friends. Thanks anyways. You can show yourself out, you remember where the door is right?"
I don't know what came over me.
"So let me get this straight, it's okay to have a boyfriend, but not a BOY FRIEND?" He says raising his voice slightly.
I hadn't really thought that through.
"You're actually really cute when you're annoyed you know?" He continues.
"What do you want from me, for fucks sake?" I say running my hands through my slightly tangled hair.
"I'm not sure yet. But I'm having fun." He smirks.
My phone goes off and Emily's face pops on the screen.
I lock my phone and look back at Harry.
"You wanna play? Lets play then." I say stepping closer to Harry.
"Go get dressed, remember what I said, no costumes." He chuckles.
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HARRY'S POV:
I watch her walk into what I imagine is her bedroom.
A box labeled "pictures" sits at my feet.
I decide to pick it up and look through them.
The pictures vary from her as a toddler to recent pictures. One face reoccurs in almost every picture. She appears to be the same age as Mary, if not close.
"What are you doing?" I hear from behind me.
"Change of plans, I'm going to the movies with a friend." I say, lying.
"Are you kidding me right now?" Her face flushes red and I can tell she's upset.
"Don't take it personally Mary." I say rudely.
"Get the fuck out of my flat, now."
"You act like you're my girlfriend or something. We're not even friends, Jesus Christ." I say getting quite annoyed myself.
"Did you not hear me? Want me to say it in a language you might understand? Like arsehole?"
She looks so attractive right now. A black and blue plaid shirt is tied around her waist, falling around her white jeans. Her black crop top reveals a belly ring and a tattoo that I can't quite make out.
"Yeah that might work." I say smirking.
"I've only known you for not even a whole day and you're already driving me fucking insane." She runs her hands through her now straight hair.
"Good." I say walking towards her.
I put my right hand on the small of her back, and my other on her cheek.
"What are you-"
Before she can finish I press my lips against hers.
"Now ill leave." I say turning away from her and walking out the door.
As I shut the door behind me I stand there for a second.
A smile comes upon my face.
"What am I doing?" I say as I walk away from the door.
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MARY'S POV:
I stand there in the middle of my living room motionless for a second.
I uncontrollably smile.
"What am I doing?" I say before walking to my bedroom.
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Cigarettes
Fanfiction|| Mary is a 19 year old and a new resident of Liverpool. Her plans were to be someone different this time around, but then she meets someone, similar to cigarettes. Addicting, deadly, and leaving her wanting more. ||
