Warning: There will be some text conversations from now on in the story, so i hope you like it.
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Back in the room, Harry looked at me curiously. "So, you’re a... cook and a songwriter?"
I smirked. "Not exactly. Am I a cook? That’s a definite yes. But a songwriter? I don’t know."
"Wait... so who wrote the songs then?" Harry asked, leaning in with curiosity.
"Apparently, it’s me," I replied. "But I wouldn’t call them ‘songs’—it was all Ash’s doing, honestly."
"Who’s Ash-ley? Huh?" he said, clearly puzzled.
"Yeah... exactly," I said, chuckling at his confusion.
From the other room, Ash shouted, "Who killed who?!"
"Come out of your hiding place, you little rat!" I called back, my voice teasing.
"Yes, ma’am." She strutted in, joining us in the living room.
Harry watched our banter, clearly amused, propping his chin on his knuckles. I couldn’t help but notice how cute he looked like that.
Pointing between Ash and me, he asked, "You two live together?"
"Yeah, four years and counting," I said with a smirk.
"We are best friends!" Ash chimed in quickly.
It took me a second to catch her tone. "Ohhh... yeah, we’re just besties, you know."
"Oh, I see," Harry said with a slight smile. "Well, I really like your songs. They’re real songs, and I never imagined they had any other intentions behind them."
"I figured it out all on my own," Ash said, puffing up proudly.
"Told him that already," I added, rolling my eyes. "She even sent them out without giving me a heads-up!"
"What? No way! And?" Harry leaned in, clearly hoping for a juicy story.
"Umm... and nothing," I said, shrugging.
"What do you mean, nothing?" he asked, looking disappointed.
"Simple. Nothing happened," I repeated. "I got mad, obviously... for like five minutes, right, Ash?"
"Yeah, almost seven, but... yeah," Ash confirmed, smirking.
Harry shook his head in disbelief. "Bullshit! I can’t believe it."
"Oh, believe it," Ash said, disappearing into the kitchen, probably to grab drinks.
I leaned closer to Harry, lowering my voice. "She’s my only friend. I can’t stay mad at her for too long."
He smiled, looking like he understood. "I totally get that."
Ash reappeared with a plate of fruit. "I thought about wine but decided we should stay sober while working."
"Yeah, me too," Harry nodded.
"Liv’s usually the chef, but since she’s occupied, this is the best I could do." Ash handed me the plate with a grin.
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