LOVIE • H.E.S

one.

"London!" I heard the familiar voice yell before the sound of the front door slamming filled the house. Sat at my desk, a bit too focused on my laptop, I couldn't will myself to get up greet him downstairs, besides, this was our normal routine anyways. A small "oops" followed the slam before the soft padding of feet made their way up the stair and towards my room.

"Come in!" I called, shaking my head at my all too clumsy best friend as he entered my room.

"'Ello!" He grinned widely, dimples cratering in his cheeks before wrapping his arms around my shoulders, peering at the screen in front of me. "Whatcha working on, hm?" He, Harry, hummed, resting his chin on my shoulder as he leaned down.

"It's for psych, would you like to help me?" I questioned, a soft smirk in my voice as I remained focused on the document opened in front of me. The man still leaning against me scoffed in disgust as he pushed himself back against my bed.

"Me? Help? No thanks." I rolled my eyes as he spoke before a soft laugh rumbled from behind me. "'M just kidding, love. Lay it on me." I heard the bed shift as he leaned forward once again before I decided to swivel my chair towards him. His long hair fell onto his shoulders in soft ringlets. A slightly too-big hoodie adorned his torso, and blue light-wash jeans ran the expanse of his lengthy legs. With the last moments of sunlight filtering into the room, he looked almost prince-like, if a prince would be able to wear a hoodie and jeans.

"It's Freud. Sex and aggression and whatnot." His nose crinkled as he scrunched his face in disgust.

"Geez Lonny, what kinda psych class are you taking, huh? Sounds pretty kinky, if you ask me." He teased once again, leaning back on his arms.

"Ay, hush!" I giggled softly, shaking my head the man as I pulled my laptop onto my lap, not wanting to turn away from him. "It's the basics of psychology, I'm telling you! It's not my fault you dropped out of school to join a boyband." I teased back, smirking down at my laptop as I typed into the document.

"Oi! That's uncalled for!" He frowned, his eyebrows pinched together in faux-hurt. "'S not my fault the talent is just seeping out of me." He smiled once again. Ever the narcissist.

"Okay Harry, I really don't need to hear about anything seeping out of you." I hummed, typing away quickly, hoping to conceal a soft smile daring to creep onto my lips.

"Get your mind out of the gutter, will you?" He grinned, running one of his ring-clad hands through his hair. "Was not talking about that kind of seeping and you know it, this Freud guy has really gotten into your head, hasn't he?" The smile remained on his lips, eyebrows raised at his own question.

"Nah, my mind's always been in the gutter, thought you knew that, Harry." I smirked softly, raising my eyes to look up at him just long enough to see the teasing smile stuck on his lips before darting my gaze back down to my laptop.

"Yeah but now you're taking sex classes. And I thought you couldn't get any dirtier." He drawled, shaking his head. If I didn't know any better, I would've thought he was being disapproving, thought after knowing Harry for so long, you get to know his sense of humor.

"As if you don't get up to your own weird shit, hm?" I raised an eyebrow, turning my gaze up towards the cheeky boy sat across from me. Of course I'd heard the rumors, even some had been confirmed to me by the man himself. That was just how our friendship worked, we confided in each other. Sure, there were certain things we wouldn't venture into conversation on, but in reality, I had known him long enough for him to trust me on nearly everything.

"Oh shuddup." He mumbled as his emerald gaze turned down to his lap, the previous cockiness now replaced by a new air of embarrassment. "I have needs too, y'know." He grinned, back to his cheeky self within seconds.