Chasing Harry

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K so I know I said no updates until I get 5 comments but y'all don't seem to be very talkative so whatebaaa here's an update.

~Erin.c:

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As we stare in unison at the white ceiling above, I can't help but wondering what's going through his mind. There is a fatal silence hanging in the air between us, and I worry that it's so quiet he can hear the sound of my heart breaking from his words.

It's not that he said anything wrong, because he didn't. If anything, his words made me melt.

But it's the way he said it that got me. The way he said he'd ditch a model to be with me, hist best friend.

Nothing more.

Overreacting; one of my many famous traits.

"For the record, I wouldn't."

I see Harry's head turning to face mine from beside me through my peripheral vision as I speak.

"What?"

"I mean, if I had the choice to go on a date with a model or spend the night with your lame ass, I wouldn't ditch the model."

My voice is laced with a tone of playful seriousness, the kind Harry and I've always used.

Harry props himself up on his elbow, balancing on his side. I turn my head to look at him, stifling a laugh that is triggered by the look of utter confusement on his face.

"Wait, is there something I should know?"

"Huh?"

"Are you... you know, playing for the other team?"

I feel my eyes widen as my face distorts into one that mirrors his.

"What?"

"Well, if you'd choose a model over me... not that I have a problem with that, because I don-"

"Harry!" I laugh, cutting him off and propping myself up in the same position as he is. "Guys can be models too, oh my god."

"Oh."

"You're an idiot."

"You're an idiot, too." 

We're too mainstream to say 'I love you' like normal best friends.

"Yeah, but I'm a cute idiot."

"No, you're a stupid idiot."

"BUT YOU LOOOVE ME." Harry mock cringes at my horrendous sing-songy voice, pretending to block his ears.

"Always, Auds, but I'd love you even more if you didn't quit your day job."

I slap Harry's arm, earning a small 'ouch' from him as he rubs it gently with his opposite hand.

"Okay, I take that back. I hate you."

I roll on my back, and using the coffee table beside me I pull myself up. 

"You're sleeping in the dog house."

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"I don't want to watch The Vow, I'm sick of you and your sappy movies."

I poke my middle finger up, waving it at Harry. I keep my gaze focused on the television, which, in all honesty, I'm paying next to no attention to.

"Haters gon' hate."

I don't even notice when Harry dives onto the couch beside me, taking the remote into his own posession and flicking it over to some stupid football game that's more predictable than The Notebook. I sigh loudly in disgust, making sure he hears it, before standing up and padding across the hall to my room.