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"Y/n!" Mitch called her again, his voice echoed in the long hallway they're at. After the third calling, finally, she turned her head around.

"'M sorry, he really pushed it tha' far and 's not okay. Please don't leave the band." she looked at her friend, her best friend. She met Mitch a long time ago, a coworker from the pizza house she works at back then. Whilst Mitch was a complete snob to everyone, he founds comfort with the younger lady. They talk about music in their free time, behind the restaurant, along with the bins and finished cigarettes. Sometimes the pair would jam to a song, sometimes write one and bring the guitar. He found comfort in her, treating her as a younger sister. She would ask him how was practicing guitar. He answers, and they talk about chords, tabs, and notes. He asks her how was school. She provided answers.

There comes a time where Mitch found a new job. He's working with big names now. Mitch left the restaurant, but never left y/n. Somehow they always managed to find their place right there. At breaks. Behind the restaurant, along with the bins and finished cigarettes. They talk. She asks him how the job was. He answers. He asked her what lyrics would fit in this song he's working on, what would be the appropriate key for it, and she answered him honestly. He asks her how life was. And finally she breaks down. She cried for her family. She mourned. And Mitch was there, her best friend, her brother. Mitch was always there. From taking her out from that miserable pizza house, to working with him and the band. Working with him through the lyrics, working with him and the big names he works at. Working with her new family, Sarah, Charlotte, Adam... Working with Harry Styles. Working as a musician.

"Y/n, please don't leave." Sarah pleads. She realizes she's been out for a minute, that she didn't see Sarah come into the scene. Both of them are now asking- begging Y/n not to leave.

Then all the emotions she's been bottling up have finally broken. Memories came crashing back to her like harsh waves of the sea. She looks at them with teary eyes. Then she ran, ran towards them before tackling both Sarah and Mitch to the ground. Her arms embracing the two humans, too tight, too tight for their liking. Her shoulders are shaking as she cries. Her breathing is heavier. Mitch looked at Sarah with wide eyes. She's having a panic attack.

Mitch instantly broke from the hug, "Sarah, please help her breath!" The woman hugging Y/n nods. She rubs Y/n's back, whispering sweet nothings in her ear. "Breath Y/n. Please breathe with me. That's it, that's it my sweet girl."

Mitch ran towards the dressing room like never before. He ran like Y/n's life depends on it- it does. At this point he didn't care about anything, tears were running slowly in his cheeks as he slammed the door going straight for Y/n's bag, sitting at the couch. He didn't care if Harry and the others were shouting for his name.

In all these years, Harry never found Mitch in this situation. Tears rolling down his cheeks. Worry evident in his eyes. He's rummaging in the dressing room like a crazy person. His cheeks tinted red. Harry is worried for Mitch. Mitch is worried for Y/n.

"Mitch, mate! 's the matter? Mitch!"

He didn't hear them, he couldn't. All he could hear was the phrase he's been spelling out like a mantra. "Lavenders and meds! Lavenders and meds! Lavenders and meds!". He can't even see him through his blurry eyes. His mind was opening a projector, a scene from the year 2015 rolled in like a film, like the movies.

He saw it. How Y/n breaks down that night. He came there to talk about songs and her happy go lucky life. Now she's helping Y/n to calm down. He saw it. He saw how Y/n's health had been affected. He thinks it's the right thing to do. So after Ryan moved out he let her move into his apartment so he could look after her. He saw it. Those nights where Y/n woke up and tried catching her breath. He saw it. When Y/n tried to pull it all together and stood back up, he saw her fail. He saw it. The doctors that check Y/n, every therapist, every nurse, and every stitch in her arms, every sliced skin, the pair of bloodshot eyes. Even to the point where she lays in the tub, soul almost leaving her body. He saw it all. And it's not a good sight.

Right after he found the bag he sprinted to the door going right back to the hallway. The rest of the band chased close to him.

He kneeled back down beside Sarah and Y/n with her shaking form. He holds her hands, "Open them Y/n, c'mon now, please open your hands. Focus on me please." As soon as she heard his brother's voice she looked at him, opened her hands, choking on her own voice- "Mitch- it hurts. Mitch- please." He knows how she feels, it happened too many times for him to not be familiar anymore. Her chest tightens too much, too much for her little body to handle. It hurts, like someone is stabbing her with a dagger, and twisting it back and forth.

After placing the lavender in her pale palms, begging his idea to work, his hands found their place on her back, deciding to let her calm down first before giving the meds. Sarah is now crying too, she's caressing her hair, pushing it backwards, touching her with care and comfort. Sarah was there too, but not as long as Mitch. Sarah met Mitch at the band. One afternoon after their rehearsals, she didn't expect the man to be sitting at the corner in the hospital. Then she knew. Right then and there, she knew, and she continued to know.

"Shhh, we're here Y/n. Sarah and Mitch, yeah?" Sarah mumbles. She memorized this mantra after too many times she had seen Y/n in this state.

Charlotte, Adam, and Harry were standing behind them. Looking at the unfortunate scene in front of them. Charlotte, walked forward, beside Y/n. Helping Mitch and Sarah. "Adam, please get her a bottle of water." No matter what the scene is, Charlotte was always the calm one in their friend group. Adam nods before turning his back, leaving Harry there. Standing stiff. Looking as Sarah hugs Y/n's body, rocking her back and forth now, whilst Mitch kissing her forehead. He can't stand this sight of her. So he does what he's best at. No, not running away. Instead he walks forward and takes both of Y/n's hands in his, caging the girl with his warmth.

"Please breathe for me, yeah? Shhh, no more tears now sweetheart. Look at me, there that's it, breathe."

Mitch and Sarah were not surprised at all after Y/n bent at Harry’s request. Mitch then nudged Harry's body slightly. "Give her the meds. Here." The man nodded. And as if the universe is helping, Adam came at the exact moment, a bottle of water with him. After letting the woman take her meds, Harry didn't wait any second before he carried Y/n like a baby. His left hand supported her weight, his right caressing the girl's back. "I'm taking her back to the dressing room." Harry looked at Mitch and Sarah for affirmation before he walked back to the room and away from the narrowing walls of the hallway.

He laid her there on the long sofa, not the softest but it will do for his little flame, his Y/n- his Y/n... Since when?

*

April 27, 2016 (London)

"Y/n." She turned away from the papers taking shelter at her desk, opening the door after hearing Mitch knocked.

She gave him a half smile. Mitch can't be more proud of the younger woman, she's slowly coping with the problems she's dealt with. After a long time, a half smile is enough to figure she was doing well.

"So, I may or may not 've told about yeh to Harry." Harry. a familiar name she often hears, from Mitch and Sarah. Last month she met Sarah. Y/n loves looking at both of them while their eyes hold so much adoration for each other. Sarah never treated her less than what Mitch does. It's like she has her own little family again.

"And I may or may not 've- played him our song." And from that sentence everything went downhill (or maybe not).

Y/n's gasp is shocking. Mitch is nervous for what is coming. Is that gasp bad? Is she mad at me? Or is she excited? What caught his attention though was the next sentences coming out from Y/n's mouth.

"Did he like it? What did he say?"

Mitch felt like crying on the spot. When was the last time Y/n reacted this way? When was the last time she answered with such curiosity? It was indeed a long time ago. Mitch can't help himself, he wrapped Y/n in his arms as he quietly sobbed. "He likes it. Very much Y/n. He appreciates your voice. He wants to hear you play keyboard. He wants you in the band."

After hearing the last sentence correctly, a pregnant silence was hanging tightly in the air. Then she let her arms reciprocate the other one's hug. She sobbed. She sobbed with him as they rocked each other's body back and forth.

"He wants me in the band?"

"Yes he does!"

*

August 18, 2016 (Jamaica)

It has been almost four months since she got the position in the band. A co-writer, backing vocals, keyboards, and sometimes guitar. She warmed up enough to all of them. Except for Harry.

For whatever reason they need to be at least four feet away from each other. The tension they carry around them is undeniably heavy. Maybe it was because she envied Harry for having a family, she envied him for having many people to support him. She's envied him that he's got it all. And maybe, just a hunch, maybe he's jealous too. Jealous that she has true friends surrounding her. Jealous of the unbelievable talent she has. Jealous that she is free and he isn't. So he took it from deep down to be rude at Y/n, but the girl never bit back. He'd throw harsh "criticism" in the girls way only to be answered with "sorry, I'll work on it."

Y/n would never buy her own ticket away from Mitch, away from Sarah, away from the band, away from the opportunity to have a reason to live. Nevertheless everything has an end. The first time it happened shocked both Mitch and Sarah.

They're having a good night at Harry's. After eating dinner they're now gathered around the kitchen counter eating dessert. Whilst all of them were engaged in the conversation,.... Y/n on the other hand was busy scooping more chocolate cake and scrolling at Instagram. They forever hail whatever force in the universe (Harry, annoying the hell out of Y/n earlier that night for no reason at all) that pushed Y/n to talk. The conversation was now about Harry having to visit his aunt at the morgue.

"Found my ex in the morgue last night." he started with an almost disappointed tone.

"Still giving you the silent treatment?" lo and behold, Y/n joined in. At first all of them were startled, even Harry himself. They didn't know she had it in her. Y/n taking her gaze off the phone sliced the pregnant silence.

"The cold shoulder?" Adam followed, restricting any possibilities of the two fighting.

"Did she ghost you?" then Charlotte.

Mitch glared at Harry, warning him. And that's enough for him to know that he should back off.

"Heeey! She's not a cold body yet! Said I found her, not her dead body!"

Except for work, Mitch expected a holiday vacation in Jamaica. One where he can finally see Y/n loosening up, and he has never been more wrong. Every other night spent at the bar, was every other night that Y/n would be left at the house where she does... God knows what. She'd be writing songs(?) She'd be laying in bed(?) She'd be caging her mind, burying herself in a grave, and of course the daily (guilting herself till she passes out).

Tonight was not an exception. Mitch tried his best to convince Y/n to get out the house, really he did, it came to the point where he let Harry Styles join in the conversation. And that's a big fucking mistake.

"Y/n just this once please." he heard Mitch plead. The curly headed toddler (according to Y/n) doesn't have 'arguing with y/n' in his to do list at this time of the night, but it was a high level guilty pleasure of his. It's like his-their second nature, throwing remarks at each other, back and forth.

Harry stopped in front of the top of the stairs, beside Y/n's room. Closing the bottom three white buttons and leaving the others (the ones placed in front his chest) unbuttoned. "Let the little girl be, Mitch. God knows what will happen if she comes to terms with vodka."

Y/n's brows furrowed, annoyed for she doesn't know how many times since she joined his band (well Sarah's band to be honest ;) "God, Harry! Don't you have a dick to suck or something?!" she bit back, and this put a smug smile on Harry's face, knowing that he pushed her buttons made his stomach flip- wait what?

"Really? The to do list? s' the best ye can do Y/n?" he's not asking, instead demanding to be answered. Embarrassing her choices of throwing back a movie line. But before anything, before Y/n can give him more than just a glare, Mitch butt in.

"Harry,.." as if the two humans were speaking their own language, Harry's demeanor changed instantly after Mitch's 'Harry'. It always confused Y/n how they communicate with each other. The curiosity eating her alive. What does Harry mean? Well except for the obvious answer that it is his name.

Although she has little idea what it means, this tone would always stop Harry at pestering Y/n. This word always followed by Harry's-

"Oh. Sorry, I better get going." And with that, the brown mop of hair disappeared down the stairs after giving Y/n a serious glance.

He never really asked about it, never questioned Mitch when he calls Harry by his name instead of: H, Haz, or maybe even ol' Harold.

*

October 24, 2017 (L.A)

The band have just finished a rehearsal in the studio. They have to play for a Halloween party held by some stuck up celebrity Y/n will never meet, but Harry did, Harry has, Harry will. Sarah and Mitch had planned a dinner date. The latter expected the rest to have gone by some restaurant to have dinner on their own, except for the two 'lovebirds' , says Adam.

"You guys okay with Italian?", "Charlotte?" Harry got a grin from Charlotte, a nod from Adam before he walked out the room to answer the ringing phone in his hand, and a "You're one to cry if I suggest the cheap pizza house downtown, so yes." from Y/n.

The statement made him roll his eyes. Harry was the one to suggest since he insisted on paying the bills for "I was the one that forced you here didn't I?"

Mitch looked at Y/n, looked intently, one with no readable emotion. Except that Sarah and Y/n can read it. "You can go Y/n don't worry about Mitch." Sarah looked at him, and Mitch only nodded at Y/n. "Right. We're going!" the woman yelled, grabbing Mitch's right hand.

But right before the two lovebirds can leave Adam entered the room. "It's the fucking 24th!" He gathered his things quickly and ran for the door, before anyone could question, before Sarah and Mitch could grab the doorknob. Before Harry can look up from his phone. Before Charlotte can even wrap her head around the statement.

"Wait, it's the 24th?!" Charlotte stood up, panicking just like Adam.

"Wait, what's happening?!" Now Harry was the one in panic.

"It's the 24th! Adam has a family dinner! I have to go to the hospital!"

"To the Hospital?!" and now Y/n..

is also in panic. The dinner Harry reserved was long forgotten. Mitch and Sarah were in total distress and confusion.

The pianist was holding her bag, car keys in hand, that's when it hit Y/n. She's left with Harry. "Charlotte, wait!"

Everything stopped and she looked back. "Can I please go with you?"

"Wait, you're leaving me by myself?!" Harry reacted.

All was happening so fast, Sarah's head is practically spinning at the moment. That was until Mitch snatched one of her drumsticks and hit the cymbals, all of them looking at the ringing cymbals and the man beside it. "Shut up." After the monotone voice, the drummer spoke. "What. The. Fuck. Is happening?!"

Charlotte sighed, she doesn't have time to do all this, her brother is waiting for her at the hospital. The image of him running in her mind. Oh her poor little boy, waiting alone in the corridors of the hospital.

So she did what she had to do. The girl has no choice.

*

October 24, 2017 (L.A Hospital)

The trio we're walking in a long corridor. The people from the building slowly fading into smaller groups. Y/n stood at the left, beside Charlotte, Harry at the right.

"So what is our- yours rather, business here?" Y/n asked, side glancing at the man walking at the other side.

"Well, remember my brother Isaac? The one in the motorcycle accident."

It all made sense to both of them, now that Charlotte gave a hint. The accident happened years ago, before the band got together. The accident was so severe Isaac's legs needed to be cut.

Charlotte continued talking, "They'll just prolly ask if Isaac would want to make his prosthetic legs taller."

Y/n giggled at her own thoughts, "Harry, time to cut off your dick." Y/n shouldn't, but oh does it feel good to hit him at the sore spot. And Charlotte shouldn't, but she can't stop the fit of giggles erupting her throat.

"Shut up! Can't comment on it if you haven't ridden it."

Y/n's colors drained out of her body, the poor girl went pale and stopped at her tracks. Whilst the woman there fastened her steps leaving both of them behind. Harry just pushed it further, he went to whisper in her ear, leaving an inch of space between their bodies. "Y-you pig. Back off!'' She tried to be as harsh as she could but her fragile voice failed her. Harry dipped in more, almost connecting his lips into her earlobe. "The offer will be waiting Y/n." pushed it farther and farther. He tucked in a loose strand of hair behind her ear. And finally as if the Gods she doesn't believe in helped her. She got the strength to push his body away from hers, and sprint to where Charlotte is steadily walking. "Y/n I'm just messing with you!" a smug smirk plastered on his face before he let out a chuckle at how innocent and lovely his friend is- is she? Is she his friend? Are they even friends?

*

December 13, 2019 (The Forum, Los Angeles)

The day has come. All the weeks spent in Japan by himself, all the days spent holding and writing in his journal, all the minutes spent at rehearsals and meetings, all has paid off today. The day was just starting, he jumped out the bed smiling like an idiot he is. He showered before preparing his breakfast, out of thin air the familiar ringtone slashes in. "Fucks sake. I thought we agreed no more ringing at this time!" The man rolled his eyes before answering the phone. "Jeff, if yeh ring tis' phone one more fucking time I-"

"I'm not Jeff but if I am, I sure will not be wearing a smile after that sentence."

"Y/n?" Yes, the one and only Y/n. The mushroom that poke out of nowhere to irritate him. The pimple that suddenly grows at the tip of your nose when you have a special event, as if it knows your schedule.

"This will not be long, Styles. I just want to congratulate you for the album." her voice sounds genuine, and the frown that sheltered in his face since the phone ringed is slowly fading away, leaving space for smiling crinkles.

"Ooh, don't go mushy 'n softy on me now, pet." he cooed.

"And don't let this make your head bigger. I swear one day your narcism will pop your head off. Congratulations, bye-"

He didn't let her finish before he started yelling, "Wait! Wait! Wait! "

"What do you want?" a harsh tone clinging in her words.

"Well it's not just me, yer' part of this album too ain't ya!?"

The whole atmosphere flipped, from their snarky banters to a mushy conversation and pink puddle of glitters. "I-i suppose so."

"Well then congratulations, love!"

"T-thank you, Harry." He loves how he can turn Y/n into a flustered high schooler. He loves how she blush at his comments. "So how will you celebrate?" Loves how she then realizes what he's doing to her and the knobs on her head turning.

"By leaving this call." Then she hung up.

He loves how she hates him after that. They both love their love-hate relationship. Harry's day was just starting, but after the call he had, he's beaming like an idiot he is.

The day passed by real quick, he answered the phone for only his family and friends. The soundcheck went quick and now, it's showtime.

The lights flickered above him, the sounds are intense and he's about to hit his opening performance with Only Angel to kick things up. Just a starter. But before he faced the crowd, he observed his surroundings. That's when their gazes meet. Y/n is standing beside Mitch, holding a Gibson, she's mostly the rhythm guitar but some songs were specifically created by Y/n herself. So the woman would sometimes be playing piano or guitar lead along with Mitch. They didn't talk much about what happened that morning, all in all they really didn't talk much unless it's their daily bickering. Which is why he's more than shocked after Y/n sends a thumbs up on his way. He smiled in return.

In Harry's peripheral vision he saw it. He knew that Mitch saw it. Harry looked at Mitch. He's confused. But the answers that were to be revealed were paused due to Sarah hitting the drums indicating the start of the first verse.

"Open up your eyes, shut your mouth and see that I'm still the only one who's been in love with me-" he sang. From the crowd's vision he's probably looking over to Mitch. But all of them up the stage were aware. Aware of how Y/n held a smirk and looked down whilst shaking her head. In her mind was a constant series of phrases. 'he’s flirting isn't he? and I'm doing it back. we're fucking flirting aren't we?' she held her guitar tighter when she looked back up and met Harry's face almost as if it's saying 'yes we are. and I'm all smug about it.'

The show has ended but not the night. The after-party is held at one of the biggest bar downtown. It's loud, the blaring music is killing her ears. She held Sarah's hand tightly not wanting to lose her in the sea of people celebrating Harry. Y/n instantly regrets her decision to come here. Did the three shots of straight vodka did not hit her enough, her anxiety is practically crawling in every inch of her skin.

As the night crawls deeper so is her guilt. She argued with Sarah many times on this particular night, "You can leave me here you know. Have fun. You and Mitch deserve it."

"With how tight you're holding my hand, that's a no."

Mitch butt in, "And with three shots of vodka that's a capital NO."

Y/n is not drunk, nor is she tipsy. She's just had shots. Her level of alcohol tolerance is higher than average, and this was proven and tested back in 2015. She thought the vodka would close off the blaring speakers, but no. She can't really tell Sarah to come with her at the VIP booths farther from the center of the party. She doesn't want to stray them away from the fun.

Just as Y/n laid her head on Sarah's shoulder and closed her eyes, Harry went to their booth to get the couple. A man from the label wants to talk to them, congratulate them for doing a good work-a masterpiece.

"Harry, you know we can't leave her." She can hear Mitch a little bit over the antagonizing sound of the bass popping off the speakers.

"Leave her to me. I'll look after her." After a lot of hesitation Sarah and Mitch trust him enough. They figured Harry would stick to his words.

Sarah shook her body, "Y/n, wake up lovely." Harry can't wait any more, and he thinks whatever the label needs to say is urgent, so he does what his hazy mind thinks best. He slotted his body in exchange for Sarah's. "Now both of you go."

He peeked a little bit and saw that those beautiful eyelids of hers were closed. Her hair smells of rainbows (if that even has a smell) as it cascades down his shoulders, flowing through the territory she sure doesn't own. He sighed and just as he thought that the lady latching her head on his body was asleep, he saw her knuckles closed. Almost as pale and shaking as it sits in her lap. 'i don't know what I'm doing... I don't know what I'm doing… I'm just dru- no. just tipsy.'

He touched her shaking knuckles and he smiled as it slowly opened up for him, as it slowly but tightly clutch to his. Fingers intertwined, he kisses the top of her head and whispers "Want me to drop you home, lovie?"

"No." she shakes her head softly, looking back up to look straight at his green eyes. Harry thought that cute little 'no' would be the end of him- no, not until he slightly pulled his hand away from her tightened ones and she started to whine audibly, pulling their hands closer to her.

"No?" he asked her.

"No. Don't leave."

He lift their knuckles and kissed hers. Smiling at how cute she looks when she's drunk. "Y/n, did yeh know where are we right now? We need to get-"

"Space. In space." she mumbles. And that's when it hits her. She's in her little space. A place where she would rather cower than stand tall, expecting someone to stand there for her and support. It'd be Sarah or Mitch to hold her when she's in her space, but how would she be with Harry?

"Come again, love?" he didn't hear.

"S-space."

"Oh." she's not drunk... she's in her space. To say that Harry has no idea what to do in this kind of situation was an understatement. He's fucking clueless. He knows deep down any minute now he'd be the one in a panic state.

As much as it causes her a great ton of embarrassment, that's not her mind's priority, but to sleep and be held. "Haz." , "I want to sleep, Haz."

Harry's heart flutters at the nickname. "But yeh don't want to go home, lovie." she perked up when she heard the endearment. Harry can't stop but to notice it, and a light bulb appears at the top of his head.

He sighs, "Then come up, love. I have an idea." Y/n's heart feels full, he's spoiling her with many sweet names. “Y’er my little flame aren’t yeh?” his face held a smug smirk at thinking this girl would probably kick his ass tomorrow.

*

December 14, 2019 ; 2:09 a.m (Harry's)

He laid her sleepy body in his own bed. He looked at her hair sprawled into his sheets, her body adorned with long lace sleeves, and shining flared pants. Always hiding, he thought. "Little flame, wake up a bit, yeah? I'll give yeh clothes to change."

Harry left and went to his closet getting a worn out rolling stones tee and a pair of pajamas. Give it to the girl and let her use his bathroom to change while he himself changes and get ready for bed. Harry sat at the bed and fished for his phone. He got a reply from Mitch. His white lies pouncing on him in the face, although it makes him feel guilty for lying to Mitch. He wouldn't want Y/n to flip out after tonight.

Harry: Dropped Y/n at her apartment. Poor girl is too tired.

Mitch: Ok. Thanks mate. You didn’t annoy her did you?

Harry: could never.

The man threw his phone at the bedside table before wandering to the bathroom's path. He knocked subtly, "Y/n, darling, are yeh ok in there?" Before his knuckles even tried to knock again the door knob unlocks, and his eyes have never been that wide open until tonight.

Y/n stands there wearing his shirt and pajamas. She's standing there, arms hugging her body from the outside world. Standing there as her eyes slowly flutter open and close in sleepiness. She's standing there almost cowering away from Harry.

"Haz, please-"

Harry slowly reaches for her arms, the ones that are always hidden by long sleeves shirts, observing the stitches sleeping in it. Some are thick, some are not. Some are dark, and some are light. He doesn't know what to say as his own fingers ghost at her skin. He counted them. 1...2…3…4- 4 thick slashes in her left arm. Not by the wrists-no, in her upper arm, which later concealed by stylish long sleeved shirts, dress, lace she'd never miss to wear.

1…2...3...4...5…6- 6 more in her right. He looked down at her outed thighs and he can't stomach a long one that starts at the side of her knees up until under the boxers, it hides. He can't help the tears welling up at the edge of his eyes. Harry cupped her cheeks as he lay a kiss or two on her forehead. "Who did this to you, pet?" Harry mumbles as the worst possible scenario is running in his head.

"I-i did. Please don't be mad, Haz."

“Could never be mad.” , "We'll talk tomorrow okay? Once yer pretty head 's out of the clouds I'll take yeh to Mitch. Sounds good to you?"

"Mitch?"

"Yes sweet girl, Mitch and Sarah." Once it has been confirmed the tears welled up at her eyes and whines came out of her.

"No. Wanna be with you! Want Haz!" her palms crumpled Harry's shirt- grabbing tighter than before.

"Yes, yes 'm here aren't I? Ain't leaving yeh."

It took them both an hour before all were situated and calm. Her head nuzzled in his neck as his arms laid at the expanse of her tummy. He kisses her forehead again before he too drifts off to sleep and hopefully to dreamland.

Sun rays didn't bother the sleeping figures. The bright light did nothing to them both, but the alarm reading 9:30 awoken one of them. Harry groaned quietly before he felt the weight of an arm wrapped around his body. Y/n. Poor girl has been knocked out, she slept through the morning which makes time for Harry to talk to Mitch. Things aren't fine, that's what he knows. But he needs to talk to Y/n first before he goes to Mitch.

The man decided to welcome Y/n with breakfast, after last night. He looked at the sleeping figure once again before deciding to go cook in the kitchen. Harry can't help the images burning in his brain, they're etched. As the egg sizzled in the pan he decided to call Mitch.

"Look, we need t' talk."

"Sure?"

"Not here. I'll come ove'h after lunch, yeah?" He can imagine Mitch nodding before he hung up. He looked at the time in his phone 10:28- and the timing has never been more exact for the soft footsteps were heard with a strange hush from fabric clashing with the wooden floor. And there, at long last, he saw a figure by the entrance of the kitchen. His white duvet wrapped around her body as the fabric flowed from her shoulders to the floor. He didn't question it, he knows what that's for.

"Yer up, finally. Take a seat, lovie." He greeted the woman with a big smile, offering her to sit by the kitchen island right in front where he's cooking- she did.

"Uhm..."

"How are yeh feelin, pet?"

"I'm okay, Harry. I'm sor-" The usage of his name instead of the sweet nickname she's given him made the man want to wince.

He stopped and stood still before he cut off the incoming phrase. "Don't apologize for' something yeh don't have control of.'' Then he exhaled a big chunk of air before leaning in said kitchen island, face to face with the girl wrapped in white duvet. "Yer in a state of mind whereas we're lucky enough that I'm the one there with ya." , "Look at me pet." Y/n's hanging head flicked up at his demand.

"Now m'very serious pet, when yeh feel floaty go straight fo' me." she didn't even know why she nodded but she did and she can't seem to control her body... like they're betraying her but still that's her body, her mind who controls it- doesn't really look like she's forced by any energy, except for hers.

"Words, pet. Use 'em words."

"Yes, Harry."

"Such an angel yeh are, now eat and we're talking."

*

December 24, 2019 (Mitch and Sarah's)

Harry took it in himself to reflect on everything- every little idea he gathered that night. He kept it and reviewed it every night before he went to sleep. And all the reviewing sums up to this: coming early at Mitch's house before the annual dinner.

The day after he sat down with Y/n, eating scrambled eggs in his kitchen, he cancelled going to Mitch to talk to him even though he got the go signal from Y/n herself.

"Don't try to move a nerve Harry, you know that I won't tell you. . . this." right after they sat down she blurted out that sentence, and he nodded. His respect for her is that high that he just nods.

Nods and waits almost ten more days before confronting the unknown.

An opened bottle of sparkling wine sizzled, hours before the dinner cooked. Harry and Mitch sitting face to face. Sarah left them to tend with the dishes, though all three of them know she left because it's not her responsibility to talk to him.

The first man seems too floaty to focus on Harry, "You saw it?"

"With my own two eyes." and just like the bubbles in their wines Harry is floating too.

"How many?"

"Four on her left arm, six more on her right."

"That's all you've seen?"

The last sentence from Mitch's mouth seems to be a wake up slap for Harry. What does he mean? What does he mean by that's all? The fuck is he telling me?

It didn't take Mitch a second to decipher his appalled look. He doesn't know. "Harry, mate, if you're astonished now then I don't know how you'll react if-. . . if you…"

"There's more, aren't they?"

The man before him can only nod and look at the polish floors of his home. And after that, Harry too, can only nod before a furrow in both of the men's eyebrows began to form.

A conversation about bloods, stitches, and cries was shared to Harry, though however Harry wishes that Mitch can tell him everything, the man in question can’t. Mitch cannot disclose such information to him. Sure he said that somewhere in Y/n’s life she became suicidal in the past, that 's how she got the stitches she has. However he can’t tell the man the reason for it, and Harry just has to live with it, without knowing it.

The dinner went well. Both men decided that it would be best not to speak about their conversation in the meantime. For all of them inside the room, Adam, Sarah, Charlotte, Clare, Jeff, Glenne, and Lambert, their worlds continued to revolve around them but Y/n can’t. The way Harry and Mitch look at each other is very noticeable to her. The heavy aura they both share is not slipping in her watch, and she’s not an idiot, at least that’s what she likes to think. Y/n knows the glares are because of her, did he finally ask Mitch?

In the ten days after Y/n left Harry’s place, Harry reached out to her time by time, sometimes asking if she already ate, or if she needed a ride home after their rehearsals, but all of that always happened behind everybody’s back. Always happens in private spaces and neither of them have a problem with it. Whether she liked to admit it or not, Y/n like- love even, the attention and care she's getting. She can’t say she’s not loving this, for almost all of the time Harry is in her head. Not the annoying one she knows- no. But the Harry that took care of her when she needed it, Haz.

11:18 it reads. The group is now huddled with wines of their own in the living room watching the news, a bunch of oldies you say, but that's the truth. "News update: The 23 year old citizen of (a town near you) is now stable. After being in critical condition due to self harm, the male containing 5 deep slices on his wrists is now taking rest in the hospital. Up next…"

Harry didn't want to fix his gaze into you, no, he never wanted you to feel like he's pointing fingers.

"You know I never really understand those...them." With the first statement from Jeff, Y/n instantly moved her stares to the floor which seems more interesting than what Jeff is saying- it is.

“What?” Mitch asked with a heavy voice. His once laid back body on the couch stiffened, he’s ready to pounce on the man any minute now. That is if not for Sarah putting her hand on his arm, quietly saying “Not now. . .Later.”

"Like, the world has heavier problems than yours, keep fighting and stop the bullshit. It’s annoying." Jeff continued.

All of the people in the room furrowed their eyebrows at the given statement, especially Harry, Mitch, and Sarah. Y/n almost crying on the spot, and before she can even let a teardrop she excused herself to the bathroom. The three shared a glance with each other and the couple nodded to him.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom then head home, it’s actually getting late.” Harry didn’t waste more time and headed to where Y/n is.

The lights on the hallways were off. Anyone would think no one was around, well not until you squint lightly and a shimmer of light is forcing itself out of the thin space in between the bathroom door and the floor.

Y/n is quietly crying, sitting on the floor, she can’t stand. The mirror is just right there and she can’t stomach looking at herself. Jeff’s words were going in circles around her head. The woman has no choice but to continue sobbing, her sanity once again hanging by a thread.

She heard three soft knocks on the door accompanied by a familiar voice “Y/n? Darling?” with sweet names hunting her every other day after rehearsals, a voice that asks her every time if she would like a ride home. The word darling only pushed her mind to the edge, and her mind can only think of- Harry. Harry? Haz. Haz? Is that Haz?

“Sweets, can you open the door?” he spoke again.

Y/n, still sitting on the floor, reached for the lock and twisted it before going back to sobbing. Harry then opened it and found her. “Hey, sweetheart, why are you sitting there?” He sat at the closed toilet and helped the woman to sit on his lap, kissing her tears away. “What’s the matter with my little flame?”

“J-jeff said I’m annoying. Am I annoying Haz?” her eyes were sparkly under the flashlight of her phone that is dimly lighting the whole room, Harry only noticed just now. The nickname Haz made him realize that it’s happening again, she’s in her space.

Her face was sandwiched between his soft holds, “No, no, yer not okay? Jeff is just an idiot, my little flame.”

“Idiot?”

“Yes idiot. Now, do you want to go home?”

“Home? With Haz?”

“Yes you go home with me.” The girl nods before nudging her head on his neck and whimpering more.

Now how would he explain this to his best friend? How would he tell him that “I’m taking home the person you treat as your own sister, for the second time now.” Without telling him that, “I’m taking home the person you treat as your own sister, for the second time now.” In short, he’s dead.

It started back in January, when Charlotte noticed it first. A sunny afternoon in California, she was hoping to go out with Y/n and get the famous sundae downstreets. To no avail she cannot find Y/n‘s shadows in the record room, or in the restroom, not even at the lobby of where most of them are gathering. She asked Mitch just to be answered with a little shrug of shoulder. She asked Sarah but just like the former bandmate, she doesn't know anything. At this point of running around as if chasing her own tail, she decided to ask Jeff who was, as always, answering some emails.

Harry already knows Mitch is suspicious of them. Well who wouldn't be suspicious of Harry, 3 months after the successful album release, 3 months after that night it somehow feels like everything has changed.

-

"Jeff, have you seen Y/n?"

The smash of every key in the keyboard is irritating Charlotte, "Uh no actually."

Now for her last resort, "Well then, how about Harry?"

"Oh he said he'll be in his office. Said not to interrupt him for a moment since there's an emergency he needs to attend to." The manager told her without even lifting an eyelash towards her.

"K, thank you Jeff." Charlotte's statement was answered with a nod but she has no time to waste waiting for any other response from Jeff. She instantly ran through the hallways thinking he would ask Harry if he saw Y/n somewhere.

After the rush, she stood face to face with the wooden door contemplating on how to disturb Harry 'respectfully'.

Charlotte knocked three times before speaking, "Harry, it's Charlotte."

It took a while before the said man opened the door- slightly.

“Hi.” The way that Harry said “Hi” should’ve been enough for Charlotte to show her doubts. “Ya need anything?”

“Yes. this is real quick I’m very sorry for disturbing your work but… Have you seen Y/n?”

Harry seemed agitated as he was leaning on the door frame. His foot was tapping on the floor very loudly, and a white plastic spoon he was holding was slightly being waved in the air as an act of impatience. Charlotte observed his every move before continuing, “I promised to take her to an ice cream shop down the road, you know that famous sundae on tiktok. Y/n wanted to try it today and I can’t find her anywhere.”

“Yeah?”, the man inhaled an amount of air before he carried on to the statement. “Y’know what, I think she mentioned earlier that she’s not feeling well so she’d gone home for the day.”

“Oh that’s unfortunate! I hope she’s okay, I’m sure Y/n will be sad that we didn’t get to eat sundae.”

“Mhm, I’m sure she’ll be very sad ‘bout a sundae.” Harry rolled his eyes.

“Don’t be like that, H. You know Y/n just really appreciates little things that she sees as adorable, and that itself is very much adorable… Y/n is… she’s a very precious person.” Charlotte smiled sweetly and so did Harry internally.

“You know I’m just teasing.”

“Well I won’t hold you back anymore. Thank you for your time.”

With the last smile from Harry and the gentle slam of the door, Charlotte went her way. With accusations, without knowing why Harry was agitated, without knowing what’s behind the slightly opened door.

“Yeah, she'll be very very very sad. If- just if.” Harry mumbled to himself, a smug smile plastered on his face.

“That was Charlotte.” He said walking straight to his desk where she was waiting patiently sitting at it. He went back to his spot, standing between her legs.

“I feel bad now.”

He smiled, looking at her pouting lips. “Well don’t be. I assure ‘ya she’s fine.”

“Ok!” she beamed, just like how she was before Charlotte unintentionally interfered with them.

“Now please finish your sundae, brat.” Contrary to the word was Harry's sweet gaze towards her and the spoonful of ice cream from a purple cup that he picked from the store, because to her it was 'aesthetically pleasing'. "Say ahhh."

"H, I'm not a kid!"

"But 'yer my brat." The white spoon was still waiting in the air for her to open her mouth.

And after doing what was said by Harry, he gently kissed her forehead. "We should go home together. I told Charlotte that you're feeling sick and went home."

Y/n wrapped her arms around his torso, as Harry did the same and placed his chin at the top of her head. "You want me to sleep over at yours again?"

"Yes please, Y/n." He whispered.

"Okay but we have to stop over at my apartment and get some clothes."

"Well you don't need to. You basically live at mine, ya left a bunch of clothes there… And your shampoo, and your conditioner, your perfume too-"

"So that's why I can't find it at home…"

"-and your pink hair clip, and I found your lace bra mixed in with my laundry…it's from Fenty right-"

Y/n rolled her eyes, "H, you don't need to describe my bra. And how'd you even know it's mine."

"You know you're the only one I took home." he sighed.

"Yes. Yes I know."

"Good."

Adam asked Harry if he could ride with him after work. The man in question firmly denied his request and told him to ask Jeff instead. Harry's reason was that he has an important dinner after.

They stayed like that for at least 7 more minutes. Just enough time for the remaining sundae that's sitting beside them to melt.

-

The second person to be suspicious was Adam.

For Adam it was first the instances where both of them were missing at the same time. Second was a whole straight week that Harry was late to work, despite telling his friends that he's too excited that Y/n is on leave (well Harry didn't lie at all). The final blow for Adam's in denial happened right after the encounter with Charlotte and the sundae.

"M' really sorry, Adam. I'll make it up to you tomorrow. Love you, Adam!" Harry shouted like a madman, back turned to Adam even before he finished his affectionate shouting.

The day after, at the exact moment Adam sat in the passenger seat of Harry's beloved car, he smelled something familiar. A strong scent of men's perfume is lingering at the yellow vehicle.

"You changed your perfume?" he asked.

Harry chuckled at what seemed like a funny statement for him, "Why would you even ask that, man? Tom Ford is the best!"

He sniffed it again and that's when it hit him.

The band was shopping. Harry was with them fitting boots in a Gucci store he spotted nearby. While they let the rockstar do his thing, the whole band decided to walk by the mall and look around.

"Oh fuck this one's good!"

Adam heard Y/n, she was standing by a stall of a local perfume from Italy. In curiosity he went to the woman who was still busy sniffing the strong scent of perfume.

"Are you perhaps giving Mitch something for… I don't know?- His guitar's birthday?"

Sarah swears she never prayed that much in her life that their child won’t get his capability of being senseless.

Y/n snickered at his comment about Mitch's weird antics, "No. This is for me! I quite like men's perfume rather than women's. I hate, hate, hate HATE! Flowery and sweet scents!"

-

Third on the list was Sarah of course. Sarah is an intelligent woman, but of course it’s from what she heard from the people around her. Sarah is smart and she knows from the first sign that there is something going on. So before there was even Charlotte and the “sundae” incident or before Adam came into the scene with the suspicious perfume, there was… Sarah.

She knew right away, from that very concert that day when the album was released. Sarah knew from the very first glances exchanged between Y/n and Harry.

While there are individuals like Sarah, the average like Charlotte and Adam. There stands fucking Mitch. The one who’s blind, deaf, senseless of what is happening around him and Sarah’s world.

February 1, 2021 (unknown location)

It was the night of their dinner at her and Mitch’s place. That was the second time she noticed something. Harry left without a reason, not a minute after him Y/n left too. The lingering scent of tobacco from Tom Ford is evident from where Y/n went. The bathroom. And who else would buy that crazy perfume other than the rockstar?

-

Y/n is having the best time of her life, the best 2 years of her whole life. Her routine of passing out and taking meds were now switched with domesticity and kissing scenes.

Behind closed doors she can enjoy his kisses, his embrace, his moans and whines. She loves him to the point that she even enjoys his tears. The trips to the doctor decreased, instead the trips to different countries increased. Late drives to sea sides, renting the whole floor of a restaurant, night skin care routine, museum dates after the museum closes, date night at home, and warm embraces right after she woke up. All of those skyrocketed and she never wanted to go down.

Y/n never touched heaven, but it seems like she's been at it for the last 2 years. Y/n never liked the warmth, though now she's caged around his arms.

"Wake up, Haz." She lightly shook his shoulders.

Last night was a warm emotion that left a smile on her fresh face. Last night was full of heavy heavenly sighs, whines, moans from her and her lover. It makes her blood rush to her face at the memories of his body last night. No, unlike any other times that they’ve been at it, last night was different. It is so cliche to say this but it is true for Y/n. Unlike those times when she feels hot, now it’s warm like spring. Unlike before when she saw red, now she sees different tints and shades of glowing pink. Unlike before when she tasted the red wine from his mouth, now she tastes the chocolate cake she tried so hard to bake for his birthday. This is a different feeling, a different high, a different color, taste and smell. This is far from a fling, a connection, a string- this is the four letter feeling that she often hears on t.v.

With the thoughts running in her pretty head, she didn’t notice Harry slowly kissing her cheeks down her bare shoulders. Not until she heard a groan and felt a tingling feeling on her clavicle, did she wake up from daydreaming.

“Haz, stop licking. You’re not a kitten.”

“Good Morning to you too.”

The smug grin never left Harry's face ever since he met her. At first, she was just a trophy for him to be rewarded after the hard game they both played, but now- just like how Y/n feels, their world shifted in a complete 180.

Unlike what the people expect from the rockstar’s birthday, the day was spent normally for the both of them. They drank coffee together gossiping about a particular celebrity Harry met, brushed their teeth together gossiping about Y/n’s childhood friend who’s about to be married in a week, they filled the vases with new flowers sent from Harry's mother, they cooked and baked and played games. By 6 they put roses around a round table in the backyard, put up fairy lights, a lamp in the middle of the table and a mini vinyl recorder was set up by Harry himself. You can just imagine what went on for the remaining hours of the first of February, all Y/n knew was she woke up the next day with the same warm feeling, the same sweet smile, the same taste of lips and the chocolate cake, the same kisses on her clavicle, with the same man she shared her broken self with.

February first to the third of October- that was the calm before the storm. A long time of happiness before the grief and the howling loneliness knocking on their windows during the storm.

part 3

As if being Harry Potter's sister isn't heavy to carry enough... as if being the best friend of Cedric Diggory isn't annoying enough... as if being Draco Malfoy's girlfriend, and now wife isn't concerning enough... and as if being the temporary shelter for Malfoy's bloodline isn't pressuring enough... do you really have to deal with these three gits' issues with one another.

"No, Malfoy we're not about to name my nephew after a snake!"

All of them gathered around the living room of Malfoy Manor, as the warm fire envelops them all. Y/n, Draco, Harry, Luna, Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Fred and George, and of course Cedric. The burning red did a great addition in making the dull house cozy. Right after Lucius Malfoy was sent to Azkaban, Narcissa made sure that there will be no corner of the house reminding them about the unfortunate past, a past that she and her son was a part of, they were part of it all.

This includes repainting the walls from black to fancy beige or pearl white. Burning all the furniture and buying new ones, it was never a problem after all. Sure they did lose a pretty huge amount after the war, but never huge enough for them to be stripped of their titles in the crowd's judging eyes.

"You've got to admit though Potter, Viper is a lovely-"

"Slytherin-ish name."

Right after the golden boy finishes Cedric's sentence, he's welcomed by y/n's melting glares. Eyes staring as if burying him right then and there. Right beside him, Cedric, was worried for the boy's own welfare, everyone inside the room was worried, including Draco himself. He used to love this, y/n throwing glares at her brother. But not now, not now that the hormones were really strong and he's afraid a fight will stress her more.

Hermione offered a polite cough before starting her first sentences tonight, "Look, first of all we need to know what are the things you would want to consider before naming the child."

Hermione won't admit it in front of everyone, that somehow Narcissa Malfoy's warm smiles and welcome earlier before she left, made a part of her worries drown. And talking about her trauma, the new interior of the house made her feel a little bit better, adding the fact that she was sitting in the same room where she was tortured, she was surprised she haven't backed out yet.

"Finally! One of you suggested a brilliant idea!" y/n said, rolling her eyes at her friends, remembering the reason why she asked for them all to come tonight.

"Oh! Y/n, Malfoy, may I ask. What gender is your daughter?" All of them looked at Ron with disappointment. It only took Hermione a second to hit her husband in his shoulders, making the tea in his hands wobble.

"Seriously Ronald-" Fred started, "What part of daughter do you not understand?!" and George finishes.

"Oh." Ron bowed his head, flustered.

"Uhmm, Y/n,... the considerations?" Luna Lovegood, the ever so charming. She looked at her with genuine warmth and excitement.

"Yeah about that-" she started but was cut off by her own husband.

"I want to name her after a serpent." a proud smile lingering on Draco's lips as he holds y/n's hand.

"I'm the wife here. I am the mother of your child. I'll talk first." she huffed after hearing Draco's terms. 'The hormones are taking over again', he thought, sighing as he can't do anything but to mumble a sorry before placing a kiss on her temple. Cedric, as the overacting bug he is, acting to vomit at the sweet gesture, receiving a hand from Ginny.

She turned her face to Luna and a smile already popped off the pregnant woman's face. "As I was saying, Narcissa wanted to name her after a constellation. And Draco here won't shut up about his bloody snake-"

"You used to love it." He said in an almost sad voice, making little comments that he found funny, and that made Fred and George chuckle.

"Pipe it down Malfoy!" y/n replied back to him, brows furrowed in an angry manner.

"Oh shush, you're a Malfoy too." Cedric barged.

This time Ginny was the one to give a polite cough. It wasn't clear whether she was the one to rub the manners off Hermione or the other way around, "So... constellation, snake... how about you Y/n what are your terms?"

The woman blushed at the question, almost retreating herself back to her husband's sweet arms. "I-uhmm-"

Draco giggled like a highschool girl. "She wants to name our child after a fruit."

The Weasley twins burst into laughter. Hermione, Ron and Ginny giggles. Even her brother and her husband agree to laugh, and this rarely happens. Usually, she'd be loving the idea of the two agreeing on things, and maybe she is, if only they're not laughing their ass off because of her.

But Luna only smiled, the girl stayed still, her face softens more if that is even possible. "I find it cute."

"See! At Least one of you agrees with THE MOTHER OF THE CHILD!"

After many protests, they end up with a wonderful name for her daughter.

"How 'bout... Hydra?"

Hermione was the one to take credit for that of course.

"It's a water snake. Think about it, it's like hitting two birds with one stone. Snake... constellation..."

Luna thought about naming the baby Cassiopeia but that was too common for Narcissa's taste, said by Draco. Fred and George suggested the name Cygnus, but Draco interfere once again,

"Let's save that for the boy."

A knowing look was shared between their guests, "Wait you want another child?"

"But of course darling! You know I won't stop whining until I have a baby boy!"

And now comes the exciting part, finding the perfect fruit!

"Ooh! Cherry is a good name!" Ron suggested, as Hermione sat beside him smiling proudly at her husband's first brilliant idea.

"Yeah but I don't like cherries."

"Aww you used to love them Draco." Y/n bit back keeping in mind the words Draco used to her.

And it seems like Harry caught something in his throat after the statement, eyes wide enough like his owl Hedwig.

That's the last button for Harry, he stood up. "Right! That's the cue everybody leave-"

"Hey, this is my house!" Draco interrupted, standing proud, "That's the cue everybody, leave."

They bid goodbye to the four to be left in the house. Y/n, Draco, Harry, and Cedric. Yes, the two boys decided to help Y/n throughout the pregnancy. Besides Narcissa wasn't there to accompany her, she needs to be in Italy arranging important matters.

The three boys have changed to a man, but some things never do change. Draco Malfoy is still an arrogant little bitch he is, and is not fond of her brother and bestfriend. Harry Potter, still the same with his "i just want to protect you" ass. Cedric Diggory with the "i know girls lick the path i walked," , "and even boys," until now... although Ced was probably the nicest of them three you won't admit it and feed his ego.

Even after several years, Malfoy and Potter's relationship haven't changed. Sure they leash themselves, but that's in front of Molly and Arthur... when in the room with Narcissa and other elderlies... And they're trying, in front of Y/n and their friends.

*6 MONTHS LATER*

They have just got a letter from Italy, signed in the name of Narcissa Malfoy.

"She'll be home before my due!" y/n squealed as she handed the letter to her husband, Draco.

"And... She wants the baby's name A.S.A.P." the sudden joy from y/n's heart fades out just like how Draco's voice fades after the sentence. They still haven't got any idea what to name their daughter.

"Oooh, someone's learning from muggles." Cedric sips his tea, spitting words without hesitation, Harry on the other hand was chuckling, leaning on the kitchen counter.

"Sod off Diggory! You too Potter!"

"You lot, I think we have to sit down and have a talk about my baby's name?" She looked at the three which instantly followed her like lost puppies.

"So you want my godchild to be a fru- I mean named after a fruit?" with an offended glare she looks at Cedric.

The four of them now sitting at the kitchen, minutes of suggesting names were worth it, after all it's about her lovely daughter.

But unlike her, Harry is getting exhausted... "I'm tired of this, let's just name her orange."

"That's an idea who would've obviously come from you, m'not surprised is all." Draco grins at him, as the chosen one rolls his eyes.

"Oh! Oh! Let's name her... Mandarin!" Cedric suggested and it feels like a rainbow appeared in his head when he said the name.

"You're a bloody idiot Diggory. I must admit though, I thought you're smarter than that."

"Ouch. Malfoy, you're hurting my feelings." Ced looked at Draco with puppy eyes, teasing the man before he snarked.

"I have an idea!", Draco yelps in joy "How does Tangerine sound?"

The sparks in his eyes vanished as soon as the other three released a disappointed sigh.

"I must admit Malfoy, I thought you're smarter than that."

"Sod off Diggory!"

"You idiots!" y/n shouted, but not like her usual 'fuck you shut up' tone but a wonderful one instead. One where she's rather positively happy.

The lady stood up, cupping each one's cheeks too tight for their liking and kissed each one of their foreheads in joy, saying, "The three of you finally became useful!"

"And how exactly?"

"We're going to name her CLEMENTINE!" she didn't let them reply and swiftly made her way to the garden, humming in joy!

"We're fucked." Draco responds after minutes of silence. Lips tugging down in disbelief.

"Now she's your responsibility Malfoy. I'm finally free." Harry said in a sarcastic way.

"Do you guys want a drink?"

And for once! The three of them finally agreed on something. At least they agreed that beer is useful at times.

"I shouldn't have let her." The platinum haired boy exhaled, as if he'd been carrying this weight all along.

"Now you know Malfoy..."

"Know what?"

"Know how Cedric and I feel everyday she's snogging with you back at the castle."

"Shut it Potter, why not enjoy me offering you beer from my fridge while it lasts."

"Can't complain Harry, Draco's kinda right yeah?"

They haven't heard from you yet, at least not until you screamed.

"Draco!!" , "Cedric!!!" , "Harry!!"

"Malfoy, I think Y/n needs something." Harry looked at the boy, shouting back to her. "What do you need sweetheart?!!"

"Orange!!! No, Mandarin!!"

"Sweets, I need you to be precise, yeah?!" He shouted back, not taking his arse of the high chair.

"Tangerine!"

"I think she wants fruits." Cedric said in an almost worried way, as both boys he's with nods.

"Come again sweetheart??" Draco shouted, again.

"Tangerine!!!! Fuck!- Clementine!!" all of them stood up, wide eyed when your screams sink in at the tinnie tiny thing they call brains.

Y/n,

Hello little bitch, would you stop sending your shitty pranks on me! Another thing, I find your letters rather annoying, please stop, or I might have to use force.

Have a bad day,

-Corpse.

__________

Corpse,

Well it's rather odd, for I find it very pleasing.

have the worse day

-y/n

__________

Y/n,

pleasing? What's pleasing?! it's annoying, YOU ARE annoying!

hope you miss a stair

-Corpse

___________

Corpse,

It's pleasing annoying you bloody bastard! Next time don't even think about sabotaging my potions, or I'll assure you that the next time I'll see your name is by your headstone.

fuck off,

-y/n

____________

Y/n,

Feisty little bitch! How many times do I have to tell you, it was an accident. Bingus was just trying to play with me!

fuck you,

-Corpse

____________

Corpse,

Your cat, your responsibility.

And don't you dare pull that fuck you card on me!,

-y/n

____________

The day after many letters have been sent from each tower every other night, y/n was eating her breakfast at the Gryffindor table looking directly at the opposite table, Slytherin.

"Stop staring at him as if you dug his grave today." Harry spat at his friend who was staring intently at the boy from the opposite side of the room.

"She did." with chicken legs in both of his hands, Ron chewed and was quickly scolded by Hermione.

"Ronald, stop it! And y/n may I ask why you were so mad at Corpse?"

"Hermione's right, Corpse is a pretty cool guy, despite the fact that he's friends with Malfoy, so why?"

Before even y/n's mouth can open, Hermione talked again, "...And don't tell me that it's just because of potions! By Godrick's name, you don't do bloody potions y/n!"

Y/n sighed before standing up and smoothening her robes with one arm while her other arm is resting in a white fabric rolling from her neck down to a comfortable point where her arm can be, "It's a long story. Now if you'll excuse me, I'll be going now,... I have DADA after breakfast."

And with that, the fifth-year Gryffindor left her friends at the table. "You know she doesn't have DADA right?" Weasley raised his brows towards Harry who's now focused on eating and Hermione at her book.

"Mmmhm!" They both humm in unison.

The girl kept her feet straight. Walking towards the Gryffindor tower is exhausting, especially when you have to carry your injured arm all day.

Injured arm... Oh, she remembers it like it was her birthday.

She's reading the letter Corpse sent her last night, it reads,

"hope you miss a stair

-Corpse"

and that's what exactly happened on that fine, well, not so fine day of hers.

So far there's only 16 more steps before y/n can reach the painting. But before she can start those 16 steps, a figure from beside the painting starts walking towards her. Corpse.

"What do you want, git?" with a glare, the girl has found a way to intimidate him.

"Listen, y/n,... I'm sorry about your arm..."

"Hmmm that's right, what else?" Even though her heart softens at the sight of the boy apologizing and feeling sorry for her, she can't take away her facade and be jolly about the boy's presence.

"and.. Bingus, I know he's in your room or somewhere. Please meet me at the astronomy tower after dinner..." hesitating at first, he knew he needed to do this, "I'll give you his food and necessities." he sighed, feeling ashamed that after so many howlers he has sent her way, he's standing in front of her, begging to take care of his damn cat.

Y/n just nod, keeping her brows scrunching together. Corpse turn his back away and started walking away,

"Corpse!"

He looked back with curious stares.

"You know, I tried shooing him back at you. He just won't go away."

"Bingus likes your blankets that much huh?"

"That's exactly what I'm talking about."

The two students shared a chuckle before bidding goodbye once more.

"So... see you later?" he smiled at her and she gave it back to him, before they headed different ways.

The girl faced the painting, opening the entrance for her. The smile on her face won't smudge away as she sets foot in the common room.

"So..." Harry started, grinning at the girl.

"Astronomy tower huh." Then there goes Ronald Weasley with his brilliant smirk.

"Bingus?" Hermione said with a warm smile on her lips.

"His cat." Y/n started making it to the steps.

"Ooooh." The three said in unison.

At the fourth stair she looked back at the trio, "Don't use the invisibility cloak on me. Or I might have to incite chaos."

She continued her journey to her dorm room, once again leaving the trio.

"Good line aye?" Ron said.

"Corpse?" Harry asked.

You and Haru were chilling in your bed. It is one of those days where you and him are in your own little world. Not minding what's happening outside, not even on what's happening in the bonten headquarters. You're laid back on the sheets while Haru is sitting at the edge, very invested in Tangled playing on the screen of your bedroom television. Haru's eyes were sparkling watching Rapunzel's hair being braided by the children they found on the street, on the other hand you were on your phone opening your best friend's message to you.

Another random video from tiktok pasted in your chats and a message that reads: 'try this with Haruchiyo, I bet his ass would literally panic HAHA'

You lowered the volume before clicking the link. The pink haired man didn’t even mind you, he kept mumbling to himself, “I think we should get an iguana for a pet.”

You laughed at how Haru thinks, he’s like a preschool planning to adopt his first pet. As you watch the video you can’t help but giggle a little and this makes Haru glance at you for a second before looking back at rapunzel. You once again opened the chat box between you and your friend and replied: “well that’s a little harsh, but i’m doing it ;)”

You clicked the ‘use sound’ button on tiktok and started the drama in the house.

The sound started with a phone ringing. With this, Haru looked at you as if asking who’s troubling you at this hour? Is it Ran again? Does he need to borrow your hair blower once again? Even though bothered, Sanzu turns his back on you and once again mumble to himself, “Maybe I should dye my hair blonde and Y/n can be a brunette so that we can be Rapunzel and Flynn in real life.” You smiled at how adorable your boyfriend is.

The ringing continued before a deep voice appeared on the speakers as if you hit the green button and answered the call. “Hey, how are you?”

With this Sanzu literally did a double take before he slowly turn his head back at the show, you just know he’s probably saying phrases in his head like ‘i trust my girl’, ‘ she would never cheat on me’, ‘i trust her and i know she loves me’, ‘and i love her too, so who the fuck is that?!’ or maybe his brain is in total chaos trying to decipher whose voice is that. ‘Is that takeomi? I swear his voice is not that deep.’ , ‘maybe it’s mikey. No, he would go straight to the point and would never bother to say hi.’

The voice continued after you answered the first question and threw it back at the supposed ‘caller’. “Me? I’m feeling a bit lonely today. I miss your hugs and kisses babe. When will you have time for me?” You answered with a loud hush, shushing whoever it was behind the call.

With these actions Haru’s eyebrows were scrunched so much that his lips formed a scowl. He looked at you meanly. The voice in the speakers continued, “Oh he’s there?”

After that Sanzu went to lay with you, arms caging your body before he told the voice to fuck off, “Yes I’m here fucker. Who the fuck are you, calling my bubblegum bitch dirty words like babe?” , “She’s mine, you can go fuck yourself, we’re adopting an inguana right about now and be Rapunzel and Flynn. Fuck off mother gothel, or I’m hunting you down!”

Right now, Sanzu is not mad at you. No, he’s scared that you might leave him and be with another man or woman who deserves you more than he does. He holds you tightly even when you’re shaking from so much laughter. After a solid 2 minutes of laughing, you looked down at where Haru’s head is nuzzled and ran your fingers through his hair that looks like cherry blossoms. He spoke again. “You’re not leaving me are you?”

“‘Course not, I’m your bubblegum bitch remember?”

Sanzu raised his head and looked straight right into your eyes. His were very moist as if ready to cry like a dam.

You apologized and explained that it was just a joke, an idea of the little devil you call best friend.

“You both are heartless, to make up for your sins we’re adopting an iguana.”

You sighed, “Oh god tell me you’re not really dyeing your hair blonde!”

“Is it that bad?”

“Haru, pink is your color. How am I supposed to be your bubblegum bitch if you change it.”

February 13, 2014

It was Friday morning. The day before valentine's and I was dreading the end of the day. An idiot I am, I didn't have a tad bit of an idea on how I'll let someone control the wheel of my life. He walked in the door, and the door chimes rang. I watched him as he gracefully picked the red roses. I watched him wait in line. I watched him as he put the said roses at the counter. I watched his jade green eyes gazing at the colorful tulips. I watched his lips mouthing 'thank you'. I watched the smile grow wider as he crossed the road. I watched him... and her. I've seen enough.

February 20, 2014

Thought I'll never see you again. I'm glad I'm wrong . Again, the door chimes ring, and you walk gracefully inside. Again, you picked the red roses. Again, you waited in line. Again, you put the roses at the counter, you busied your eyes as I do my job. Again, I can't find the courage to talk to you, not even a word. Again, I saw you mouth a 'thank you'. And again, you crossed the street. But this time it was different, he walked. He... and only he. She's not there. And the thought put a big smile on my face. A smile that faltered swiftly, cause I know, since the moment you walked in gracefully.., I know you'll be coming back to her, with the red roses from my shop.

February 1, 2015

You never came on Mondays, or Tuesday, or any other day. You specifically chose Friday, for the reason I never knew, and maybe I never will. I'm appreciating the spotless shop. No one was here to bring flowers at the counter and pay. Too early I guess. The sun rays were with me, wondering who'll be the lucky woman replacing the one in your arms last month. It has been almost a year since you first came, when the door chimes rang, and you gracefully walked inside. And with the whole year of you coming in and out every Friday, I saw a lot. Like how you only pick red roses for them, for those women. Like how your curls grew longer. Like how you never bring anyone with you, you always let them wait outside. Like how you look at the sunflowers but never even touch them.... And I was startled, brought back from my dreamland to reality, I was awakened when the door chimes rang. A lady in her mid 40s walked inside. She smiled as she approached me. But was stopped in the middle due to a voice. "Mum! I told you I can get the flowers." I watched them, "Harry, it's your birthday! I can do this on my own."

I watched them longingly, a sweet atmosphere was built around the mother and the son. Which broke when Harry glanced at me. I smiled, and he did too. And for the first time, he was with someone. For the first time he was careless. For the first time he picked the sunflowers. For the first time he did not busy himself with other things, instead he looked at me the whole time. For the first time, he said more than two words, 'thank you very much, love'. He smiled. For the first time I saw him with not just another woman. I saw him with his mum. For the first time, I'll be celebrating his birthday without him knowing. For the first time I heard his name. Harry. Happy Birthday Harry.

April 17, 2015

I heard noises coming from the outside, louder than it was supposed to be. Then the door chimes ring. And I saw Harry, nothing new, except for those four boys who were waiting for him outside the shop. He picked the pink roses, another new thing. And he spoke, "How are you?" I was taken aback by the question that I didn't respond with words, I just nod and smiled. He continued. "Can I...uhm- Do you have a card?" The confused look I'm giving must've made him continue. "Oh, like a greeting card, to come with the flowers." Oh. I got him a pink one, and a pen. I watched as he wrote 'welcome home gems :) ' He mouthed a thank you and paid, before going out the door to the four lads waiting for him. I reminisce about the card, and the words in it. Gems. And my heart sank, I knew for sure she was a special one. Maybe this will be the last time I'll see Harry. Maybe next time I'll see him with Gems. With a silver band wrapped around his finger. With their children maybe. With a happy ending.

September 8, 2015

It was once again noisy. I never checked the door anymore. It made me disappointed. Harry didn't come here as often as he usually does. Today was often. He came inside, after the door chimes rang. three boys were waiting for him, and a blonde girl. The boys were familiar, same with the ones he came with back in April, except they are lacking one. The girl was new. I heard the boys from the outside call her "Gems! Gems! Gemma!" A frown appeared on my face. I'm sure Harry noticed the frown. He comes forward to the counter with sunflowers in hand. Harry didn't speak a word to me as I did my job. He was fishing in his wallet when we heard a conversation. "Why are we here again?" It's the blonde boy. "Because stupid Hazza forgot that mum is coming." The frown deepens as I hear the nickname. Harry looked back offended hearing the laughs from his friends, "Heeeey! Be nice to your brother Gems!" Harry pointed to himself and that's when it hit me. I'm an idiot. He focused on me again, noticing the missing frown. And he smiled. "Gemma is my sister." He said breaking the silence.

"That's- that's good to know." , "I-i mean cool!" I'm an idiot. I heard him giggle before I gave him the sunflowers wanting to save myself from future embarrassment. "Here you go Harry." …. "You know my name, I should know yours." …. "Y/n."

February 13, 2020

…"That was very lovely, imagine a 19 year old Y/n crushing on me." He just finished reading the notebook. My notebook. One where I kept my songs, my poems, my stories, and every flower Harry gave me.

"Shut up H!" my giggles stopped after a peck on my lips from Harry.

"I'm thankful 19 year old Y/n didn't stop her admiration. I'm glad you're celebrating this with me... 2 years." He smiled as he put his forehead on mine. Eyes closing in contentment.

"For years, I see you almost everyday. When the door chimes ring, then you come in... smile... pick roses... then walk out the door to her. Walking out the door to different women every other time, like I never once was a choice. Like I never existed in your world. Still, I would wait until when the door chimes ring." I breathe before continuing, cupping his cheeks.

"2020 and now I'm happy, that I was the reason you're walking in that door, walking gracefully to me to sing I love you." a tear of joy slipped and rolled down my cheek. He kissed my tears away, wrapping me in a loving hug.

"And I will never stop singing that to you. You will never hear the door chimes ring again and look up to see me. Cause I'll be here, beside you. And when the door chimes ring, I'll still be with you, walking outside hand in hand. We'll be closing the door together. And we'll hear the door chimes ring, and I'll still be here."

That moment I know this man loves me, and I'm not regretting being on the counter on the 13th Friday of 2014.