𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒

[𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄] mystery

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➵ word count: 1,235
➵ notes: we love you harry, we do

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HARRY POV

Last week, some god above gave me confidence, and I admitted my feelings for my flatmate, Freezy.

And due to some higher power, he felt the same. He asked me to go on a date with him, and of course I said yes.

I've never been on a date with a boy before. To be fair, I haven't been on a date in years. I feel like I've forgotten how.

When I told my mates about it, they immediately took interest and wanted to help.

"Ooh, what's her name, lad?"

"Uhh, can't say that. Josh will probably doxx or summit."

The boys erupted in laughter while Josh playfully shook his head. They seemed to forget that I didn't say who I was dating, and I am just fine with that.

XIX

THIRD PERSON

Harry knocked on Ethan's door. Ethan had offered to help Harry dress for his date, and Harry let him. The younger boy just hoped that Ethan wouldn't ask any questions he didn't want to answer.

"Well, come on, lad. Papa Ethan gonna dress you nicely, eh?"

Harry might have made a mistake.

XIX

"Alright, mate, so this blue will go nicely with your trousers, yeah? Here, put that on." Ethan threw a blue Sidemen hoodie behind him, hitting Harry in the head. He unfolded the piece of clothing and slipped it over his head.

They finished, and Harry was sat at Ethan's counter having a piece of toast. They were making casual conversation, talking about Sidemen filming.

"Oi, if I have to play impostor with JJ again, I'll fuckin' lose it, swear." Harry laughed.

"JJ will call out every color under the fuckin' sun, then finally get it right with 3 people left." The boys laughed harder, and when they finally calmed down, Ethan spoke up again.

"So, what's her name?"

Well, fuck.

"Uh, Stacy. Her name's Stacy."

Ethan has always been able to read Harry. They've always been close. Ethan always watched over Harry, protected him, cared for him.

So when he thinks Harry's bullshitting him, he's usually correct.

"Stacy, huh?"

"Yeah."

Well.

"Mate, you know you can always tell me shit, right?"

He noticed Harry hesitate, anxiously pulling on his fingers. "Y-yeah."

"Then who is it? Because I can tell you're lying."