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10: SIDES

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Harry's father's eyes landed on me, pursing his lips as he towel dried his hands from whatever he had been doing in the kitchen.

"Nice to meet you" I attempted to act as nonchalant as I could manage, holding out a hand for him to shake.

He'd known who I was, that was obvious. His gestures were slow, and all he could manage to look at was straight to my face. I gave him a small smile, subtly swallowing the lump growing in my throat as he continued to stare.

"We weren't told we'd have company" another voice entered the room, having me look away from Harry's dad in order to find out who it had come from.

The smallest figure I'd ever witnessed made her way down the stairs, her dark blonde hair wrapped up above her head whilst her hand glided down the staircase railing. I looked to Harry, then to her, wondering how the hell Harry ended up so tall from a woman so short.

"You two have been going on and on about making friends" Harry spoke up from what I felt was an eternity of silence, "We'll be in my room"

Harry led me up the stairs, having me give his mom a warm smile and a light brush on the shoulder with my palm before entering what I supposed was Harry's room.

It was nothing extravagant; plain walls, plain floor, plain bed. He had his own bathroom, and his window looked out into his front yard where his car was parked.

"We just moved in a couple months ago–" Harry began to explain to me, "–so we haven't really gotten around to doing a lot of the stuff in the house"

"I'd still rather live with you than with my folks" I said to him with a laugh, having him look at me with confusion, "Never mind" I muttered, shaking my head as I lied back in his bed.

Harry fell back next to me, kicking off his shoes to lift them up on the mattress. I looked over to his nightstand, noticing a small note placed by his lamp. I stretched out, going unnoticed as I reached for the small piece of paper.

I read over the writing, managing a small snicker, "'My favorite part is what you did with your fingers'" I laughed out in my most high-pitched American accent.

Harry's head snapped back at me, quickly attempting to snatch back the note in my hand with no success, "Wait, so was this with Avery or the mystery girl?" I burst into hysterics.

"Fuck off" Harry's elbow met with my rib, making me hurl into pain, and have the paper snatched from my fingers.

I looked up, watching Harry laugh down to me as he stood up to place the note on the desk against his wall. I sat up with a cough, feeling the pain in my chest increase, "Jesus, you bring me to your home, and this is what you do?" I chuckled.

Harry playfully rolled his eyes, sitting back down on the other end of the bed with his fingers rubbing his eyes from the tiredness of today, "I'm never drinking that much again" he said to me, ruffling the curls of his hair.

"It fucked you up that bad?" I asked him, av me to bring myself back together.

"It's not even that it fucked me up, I would've been fine if I had just gone home that night" he began to explain, "It's the fact that I went out and did shit I don't remember—did people I don't remember—and I can't help but feel like a complete asshole not remembering who this girl was"

I chuckled, looking over to him, "I'm almost entirely sure this girl is made up" I said to him, and he looked back for more, "Maybe Avery was pretty shit in bed, so your mind made up some girl to make up for it"