Bad Idea (Hariana)

010. A SINGLE TO REMEMBER

BLAIR

I watched as his tall figure wandered around the kitchen as a group of dogs followed him around while he moved from counter to counter. I watched him glance over his shoulder to his bedroom seeing my sleeping figure snuggled comfortably beneath his white sheets.

He smiled to himself then turned back to my dogs, giving each of them a treat. Contentment is what I felt. I felt like I was finally where I was supposed to be. "Harry?" I called out softly, staring up at the ceiling and waiting for him to come to me.

In a matter of a few seconds, he was at my bedside accompanied by Lafayette and Toulouse. I smiled at the sigh of the trio, sitting up in his bed. Harry grabbed hold of my hands but I sighed and took my hands back into my lap much to Harrys dismay.

"Hey, are you alright?" He asked me and moved a stray hair out of my puffy face. I plastered on a fake smile, then quickly made it disappear.

"Harry, what are we?" I asked suddenly. My hands began to fidget in my lap. He knew it, I was doubting everything that's happening right now.

"Lovers. That's what we are. You know B, you really should've told me if you're doubting anything because-" I cut him off with a small laugh and a smile.

"Okay, stop. Don't even continue that because I don't doubt whatever's going on between us." I sighed and began to explain. "I just wanted to ask how you felt because I know how I feel about relationships and I also know how you feel, and it has been ages since you what, since you tried to date someone in peace and it didn't end well, I know." I ranted, thinking back to when he dated Kendall Jenner and his mothers phone got hacked, leaking private pictures of the couple.

"Look, what I'm trying to say is — I just, it's different. It's a lot and you've kinda went through it this past year. They get shit twisted, and they lie. And you know how the fans are, sometimes they just ruin stuff. I think we should just let them think what they think, we don't have to confirm anything if it'll make you uncomfortable, as long as I'm with you I'm fine."

With what had occurred with my past relationships, I had learned what communication meant. And the deeper meaning behind it. I knew Harry understood it, and how big of a deal it was to have with someone, especially in our case.

Because he wasn't exactly my boyfriend, and I wasn't exactly his girlfriend, but I was strangely okay with that.

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SOFT hums left the brunette who sat in her small studio in her home, "I'd rather be alone tonight, you can say 'I love you' through the phone tonight.." She sang softly. She glanced out the large windows seeing his tall figure in her backyard with her dogs and as well as a very excited Toulouse who trotted after Myron happily. She smiled contently through the cracked opened window.

Harry who felt a pair of eyes watching him turned his head and grinned at the little Italian who waved at him from the windows. He threw his hand up and waved in her direction, earning a laugh from the girl who turned her attention back to her notepad.

Tilting her head she wrote, "Really don't wanna be in your arms tonight, I'll just use my covers to stay warm tonight —" She hummed, "Think I'm better off here all alone tonight, ain't no checkin' on when I get home tonight .." She nodded to herself and scribbled on the notepad just as the ringing sound of her phone alerted her.