#specifically bothered when my nickname is spelt wrong

[all-the-love-harold]

Best Friend Harry

This is the first blurb of my new Best Friend Harry series. It’s not going to be a proper story, just blurbs, instagrams and TFLNs, things that are easy to write with very little time on my hands. 

Right now though, I need your help, I’m shocking at titles so if you have any ideas on what I could call this series (or a cute nickname that Harry could use for Y/N) let me know! (also requests for cute best friend harry ideas)

@lovesmelikebrandnewstarlight deserves all the love in the world, not only for helping me with this blurb but just for being her

“Why do I always find you in my fridge” you said, walking into your apartment after a long day to find Harry searching your kitchen for something to eat. This wasn’t out of the ordinary. He spent most of his spare time at your place. He said it was more homely than his place and you imagined that that was because it was smaller.Cozier.  

“Because you actually bother to do your groceries” he picked up a jar of pickles and closed the fridge door

“You’re a multimillionaire, why don’t you get them delivered?” 

He shrugged “because then I would have less of an excuse to break into your flat” he put the pickles down on the bench and started looking around for something to eat them with 

“It’s not breaking in if I gave you a key” you said, putting your bag down on a chair at the dining table “what are your plans with those pickles?” 

“No idea” he sighed sounding defeated. This wasn’t like him. Usually when he came over to raid your fridge he was bright, bubbly and full of stories to tell. Today he was quiet, he was holding himself back and you could tell there was something wrong 

“Give them here, I’ll make you a sandwich” you said in the hopes that it would help.  

“And this” he handed you the pickles “is why you always find me in your fridge”

“The only condition is that you stay here and mark all these assignments with me”  

Harry paused for a moment, staring at the pile of papers that you just pulled out of your bag and dumped on the table.

“What grade?” He asked 

“Eight” 

“What subject?” 

“History, specifically, witches”  

“I’m in” he sighed, picking the first piece of paper off the pile and glancing at it briefly and putting it back down “One of them might write about Stevie” 

“That seems unlikely” you laughed “If I said the name Stevie Nicks in that classroom they’d all stare at me blankly like I was talking about some obscure band that only musos know about ”

“Well clearly, you’re not teaching them the right things,” he picked up a grape from your fruit bowl and threw it into his mouth 

“Is it bad if we drink red wine while we mark?” you asked, spreading the pickles across the bread before he managed to take it from you again. 

“Red wine is never bad” he said “but it means we’ll eventually have to order pizza” 

“It’s friday” you shrugged “we were always going to order pizza.” You handed him the sandwich and moved towards the dining table. 

“Good Point” he sat down and grabbed a red pen out of your pencil case. You did the same and handed him the first paper to mark and the criteria for each grade. You sat in silence for a while, reading and grading the papers, sipping on your wine as you did so. 

 “Ah! The Salem Witch Trials where you get burned at the stake for just a rumour. Been there…” Harry sighed heavily after a while running his hands through his hair and you watched his easy smile disappear for just a moment as he returned the paper to the pile.

“What’s going on H?” you put your pen down and covered his hand with yours 

“There’s a rumour about us” 

“And?” you shook your head “There’s been rumours about us since the day you auditioned for x-factor. Actually, you know what, there were rumours before that, remember when Mr Gregson pulled us aside in our first week of year 7, said we were too young to even be thinking about that” 

He smiled fondly and let out a breathy laugh “Yeah. But this is different” 

“How?” you asked

“I’m 25 now” he shrugged, “I want to meet someone, I’m sure you do too and it’s hard to do that when the whole world thinks we’re together” 

You felt a pang in your heart “The right person will see through the rumours H. You know that” 

He ran his fingers through his hair again “Yeah, I do” he admitted “I’ve just had enough of the rumours” 

“Just be thankful that you’re not getting burnt at the stake” you picked up your pen again “Now these assignments aren’t going to mark themselves” 

Harry cleared his throat “Yeah, uh, I’m pretty sure this kid spelt witch wrong at least five times, just in the intro” 

You shook your head “We even spent a whole lesson on the different spellings”

“Yeah look, maybe you should consider a different career path” he laughed 

“Hey hey hey” you said, only pretending to be offended “most of my students are doing great” 

“Yeah most” he laughed sarcastically 

“Enough of that styles” you nudged his shoulder gently “Order me some pizza please” 

“Yes dear” he took his phone out of his pocket and opened the Uber eats app. That was another thing that he liked better about your place, there was always a much larger selection of take out food available because you lived close to a restaurant precinct. 

“Pizza express? Carluccios? Zizis?” 

“Zizis do the best vegetarian” 

“Zizis it is” he ordered two vegetarian pizzas and returned to his marking. The two of them sat in silence again while they graded the papers and by the time the pizzas arrived they were done. 

“Did you learn anything H?” You laughed, shoving a slice of pizza into your mouth 

“Uh? Witches aren’t real?” He laughed 

You rolled your eyes “I would have hoped you already knew that” 

“I’m still not convinced, Stevie definitely has some witchy energy”