Just friends

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Using the side of my scuffed sneaker, I slide the slightly cracked plant pot over. It was probably from Ikea, that's where Harry buys most of his hipster-y decor, which he insists is 'absolutely not hipster.' To reveal the spare key to Harry's apartment. The dull metal almost like ice between my fingers as I fumble with the lock. I open the heavy wooden door, wincing as it creaks open obnoxiously, revealing multiple bodies sprawled out across the floor, sofa and tables. Shuffling inside and relishing in the warmth of the overflowing apartment, the smell of smoke, old pizza and stale alcohol fills my nostrils causing me to grimace, scrunching my nose at the horrid stench. I manoeuvre skilfully around the many unconscious bodies, eyeing the sea of faces until my eyes settle upon  that of a familiar one. Alfie. The souls of my shoes pad across the soft, cream carpet, stained with unknown substances from the previous night, before jutting out my right leg and a nudging his side gently with the tip of my toe. I watch silently as he stirs under the denim jacket, that hardly covers his torso, as a makeshift blanket. His eyelashes flutter open, adjusting to the bright light pouring in from the open curtains, revealing his bright blue eyes that I am undeniably jealous of. His gaze settles on my face as I peer down at him, a smirk tugging at my lips.

"Morning sleepy," I breathily laugh, watching him frown.

"What time is it?" His voice laced thick with sleep. I fish my phone out of my pocket and almost drop the device before reciting the time.

"Nine, thirty six." I inform him, causing a scowl to become etched into his features, clearly unhappy I had awoken him at such an hour. "You know the routine." I begin, arching a brow at him. "You wake everyone to leave, I'll go wake sleeping beauty and then we clean." I instruct, finishing with a stern nod before making my way towards the stairs before he could protest. This had become my Saturday ritual. I turn up at Harry's. Shoo everyone out. Spend an unbelievable amount of time attempting to wake Harry after one of his 'unmissable' parties. Clean up and then he takes me for breakfast as a "thank you for cleaning my place and getting my hung-over ass out of bed."

As quietly as I can, I make my way to Harry's room. Wrapping my hand around the door handle and popping my head around the corner to see Harry sound asleep. His mouth agape, lashes resting softly on his slightly flushed cheeks. I sigh a laugh as the foot with 'Dance Again' scribbled around the ankle hangs limply over the mattress. I had desperately tried to persuade him to get another song, but Harry being Harry... I take in the surroundings, eyes flitting around the room. Last nights outfit here and there, bra hanging on the bed knob-wait-what? A pang of jealousy erupts in my stomach. My vision immediately drawn to the second body consuming his bed. A blonde lays draped over he's side, the plush, white covers pulled up to cover her bare chest, pressed to Harry's back.

"What the fuck do you call this?" I seethe, the blonde instantly jolting upright, eyes wide, flinging her slender arms around her body to conceal her exposed breasts. "I come home to find you in bed with some whore." Harry's eyes snap open before landing on me. Confusion crossing his features for a moment, the unnamed bottle blonde still sporting an absolutely mortified expression. Perfect!

"Baby, It's not what it looks like. I swear-" he begins, but I cut him off.

"How could you?!" Fake tears welling in the corners of my eyes. "I'm carrying your baby!" My voice breaking slightly at the end. I should be up for an Oscar!

"You said you were single." The goggle-eyed, blonde pipes up. Her thin lips pouting as she stares at him expectantly, platinum hair hanging lax around her petite shoulders . He remains emotionless, turning to face her while she frantically gathers her clothes after being previously scattered around the floor in haste of last nights activities.

"Well he's not. I'm his fiance." I direct my attention towards her, answering her question, before returning my gaze to Harry again. "Was, his fiancé. If you think I'm still marrying you..." I whimper, slipping the ring that conveniently adorns my engagement finger and throwing it forcefully at his face.