HAZZA.
I gripped my best friend in a hug, crushing her to the bone. I tried to stay strong for her, but that was so hard to do when you're seeing your almost-twin for the last time. We'd been friends since as long as I could remember, our little trio; (Y/F/N), Harry, and I. And now (Y/F/N) was leaving to a small island off the coast of a country with too many letters to pronounce and no Wi-Fi. I felt sorry for her, but mostly sorry for me. One third of me was going away forever.
She wrenched me off of her and laughed, smiling through the pain. Then (Y/F/N) turned to hug Harry, our little perverted friend.
He gripped her just as hard as I did, if not harder. (Y/F/N) started sobbing into Harry's shirt, while he just rubbed her back, refraining from copying her actions. We needed to be strong so that she'd go. This was what she'd always wanted, though Harry and I never understood why, but she had her reasons, and we respected that.
"Shh... Babe, it's going to be alright... Don't cry, (Y/F/N)..." He said to her, but she just cried harder.
I couldn't take it and tackled them both to the ground. We all sobbed together like that before we just laid, one on top of the other, in a comfortable silence.
"I always knew you two would be jumping on top of me one day," Harry said, smirking. (Y/F/N) and I laughed, the mood instantly lightening up.
"Flight 201 is now boarding."
We all shakily stood up and hugged one last time, before (Y/F/N) walked away, waving to us as we tattooed the memory into our minds forever.
(Time skip)
Harry and I just laid there in my room later that day, lost in thought.
Suddenly, Harry jumped up and ran into my bathroom, and ran out seconds later with a book in his hands. He leaped onto my bed beside me and I leaned closer to look at the book.
"What's that?" I asked.
"This..." Harry breathed. "Is (Y/F/N)'s diary."
My eyes widened. "Did she forget it?!"
"No, she told me she left it on purpose, for us to read."
"Oh... okay then! What are we waiting for?" I grinned at him, Harry copying my actions.
We spent the rest of the day reading through diary entries, secrets, and even pictures, until we got to the last entry. It was written this morning.
Dear Harry and (Y/N),
If you guys are reading this last entry, you probably read the rest of my diary. Just make sure it doesn't get lost, okay?
Well, I just wanted to say that I'll love you two forever. You're my only true family, and I hate to be leaving you, but I have to.
Okay, that's not what I wanted to say.
I want you two to realize that you're epically cute together! I know you both have feelings for each other; don't deny it; I have the recordings on my phone, which I left on your top shelf.
Harry and I both side-eyed the phone, not making a move to get it. Both of our faces were fire-red.
Mwahaha, I can only imagine your faces right now. But you have to recognize that you love each other, and if this is how it has to be, then so be it.
I hadn't noticed Harry sneaking to get the phone until he played the recoding labelled "(Y/N) confesses her love for Harry".
"(Y/N), do you love Harry?" I heard (Y/F/N)'ask. There was a small pause before a sleepy me replied, "Yeah, I do."
I panicked and tried to grab the phone from Harry, but he was taller than me. He had a triumphant smirk on his face until he dropped the phone and I grabbed it, quickly tapping the recording labelled "Harry confesses his love for (Y/N)".
"Hey Harreh," the evil mastermind behind this plan asked. "Do you like (Y/N)?" Harry's answer was almost immediate. "Yeah, I do. I like her a lot."
We both stared at each other until Harry broke the silence.
"So you finally admit it, eh?"
I flopped onto my bed and stared at the ceiling. Harry jumped over me and held himself up by putting his palms on either side of me.
"It's true, though, (Y/N). I really do like you."
I looked up at him with large eyes. "Really?"
"Yup. And now that I know you feel the same way, I can finally do this." He started leaning towards me as my eyes fluttered shut. He pressed his lips to mine and they perfectly moulded together, like they belonged like that. And, I realized, they just might have.
