The Dasa Chronicles|| A H.S OC

02

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The next morning Asa's eyes opened slightly, shaped like slits as light poured in from the crack in the curtain, hurting his eyes. He clutched his curly brunette hair, groaning from the pounding headache, his hangover kicking in.

His body ached but he pushed himself up, his legs wobbling at first as he gained his balance, dragging his feet across the floor towards the kitchen. Asa took his glass from the side and filled it with water, gulping it down whilst he searched for some hangover curing potion.

Fortunately he had a small drop left. It trickles out of the vile and splashed onto his tongue, gliding down his throat and the cure was almost instantaneous! Immediately, Asa felt lighter and brighter, his headache had disappeared and he was now wide awake ready to make some cereal.

During the day he traipsed around the muggle town near to where he lives. He wasn't there for a specific reason other than to fulfil his boredom. It wasn't as if he could turn to Bill and Harley, they were working unlike him. It was a day during February and despite it being a warm country, the breeze was far from hot.

He folded his arms across his chest, a shiver rubbing down his spine as he approached an mango cart. Normally he would but at least four because he is absolutely obsessed with the fruit, but today he didn't. They were far from appetising a dark brown that looked more like a soggy, mouldy cake than a mango. Repulsed, Asa steppes away shaking his head as the man in the cart spread his arms smiling brightly.

"C'mon, Asa, you buy lots normally!" He exclaimed, "fresh this morning!"

Asa continued to shake his head, waving his arms. He stepped back, turning on his heels and stalked away. Gosh, he so wanted a mango; the best cure from his mopeyness. Sighing, he pushed through the crowds until he reached the edge of the town, slumping down against a wall and bringing his knees to his chest.

He felt nothing but down today. Asa didn't know exactly why but he assumed it was partially due to his sorrow-fullness the previous night. Every year at this time in February! Why did he have to let him go? Why did he have to be so selfish?

Was he being selfish? Was moving countries for his career selfish when Dylan also moved away for his career? He didn't know.

"Tut. Tut. Tut. Someone's feeling down." He heard a voice from beside him. Looking up he saw Harley. The loveable blonde girl from work, he best friend who was nothing but caring and selfless. She sunk down beside him and placed his arm around him. "What's up, Asa? Why the long face?"

Asa leaned his head on her shoulder, "it's that time of the year, Harley. Every bloody time I get like this and I don't want to but I can't help it!"

Harley rubbed his shoulder, "it's perfectly all right to be upset when you miss someone, Ace, of course it is, it's natural after all. Besides, I know how much he means to you."

"He means everything to me," he told her, "I thought you were working anyway?"

"Roger sent me home early because I was a good girl." She chuckled, "You want to go do something? Take your mind off of everything."

Asa smiled, "what do you have in mind?"

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When Harley suggested doing something he did not expect to be dragged back to her house and the cupboards emptied and having a baking spree. He knew she adored baking and to be honest, their friendship had sparked his love for it too.

They wore matching aprons and had chefs hats on their heads. Their laughs filled the house along with the smell of freshly baked cookies, cakes and other treats. Asa was busy making some caramel curls when Harley dropped a bowl of icing she was whipping up.
He laughed as she dropped to the floor hugging the bowl which thankfully landed the right way up so only a little amount of icing slopped onto the floor.

"Child!" He barked placing a curl on the parchment papered tray so that they were ready to be decorations on the cake that was cooling. Harley pokes her tongue at him rolling her eyes. "That icing looks very chocolatey!"

"Just the way I like it!" Harley smirked, "chocolate is the best, it can cure and kill people."

"Woah, that turned dark quickly."

Harley cackled menacingly whipping the icy, "death by chocolate!" She cried out and held up the spatula. "Is it cool enough?" She asked Asa nodding at the cake.

Asa lightly placed his hand on it. He nodded his head and watched as she coated the cake delicately and stepped back so he could add the caramel. "Muy perfecto!" He exclaimed as he placed the last one on it.

Harley grinned and washed her hands. "It's sad we've finished." She pouted taking off her apron, flicking her wand so that everything washed up itself as she decided to be lazy for once.

They each took a cupcake and slumped on the sofa, Asa's feet up over Harley's legs. They each leaned back and enjoyed their creation when Bill walked through the door whistling.

"I thought I could smell cake." He sniggered, kissing Harley's head and jumping into the armchair. "How are you, Asa?"

"I'm alright, you've got a gooden William." He motioned to Harley who smirked, her face flushing red.

"Oh I know."

Asa loved watching Bill and Harley's relationship blossom, it was one of his favourite things to see because he knew Harley was quite lonely before he came along and as she was like a sister to him it filled him with happiness to see her happy. What he didn't like was how much his heart swelled and yearned for Dylan to be here with him so that he could kiss, cuddle and slap his bum whenever he wanted to. His infatuation was ridiculous. It was so deep that it would take years to reach the end. He wanted him so badly! He wanted Dylan.