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BROTHER'S BEST FRIEND

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When Rachel is absolutely head over heels for her brother's best friend and he doesn't feel the same (or so she thought)

Rachel's first ever encounter with a cat was when she was about three, and according to her parents, she had been completely in awe of the animal. She recalls the picture of her and the cat sitting in her grandparent's home on their console. It was their cat, Fluffy as she recalls, and the white ball of fur had crawled onto her lap and had fallen asleep all while Rachel sat there in awe, not even touching the thing. Everyone had watched on with wide eyes, afraid the cat (having a bad reputation of scratching everything that it comes in contact with) will take the leap, however it didn't even make a move. It just slept there, for the rest of the afternoon. However, right after the cat woke up from its nap on Rachel, it attacked her brother Joe and from then, each time the family would get together, Fluffy would be locked up in her grandparent's room to avoid any further scratch attacks.

Her second encounter was with the same cat, Fluffy who was thereafter the cat-who-shall-not-be-named. It was a classic Sunday brunch at her grandparent's, with all the family sitting around the large table in the garden (even though it was November, but no one could argue with her nanna who was a force to be reckoned with everyday, let alone Sunday brunch). Fluffy had been locked up in her grandparent's bedroom, as per every week, and everyone was extremely grateful for it since they all collectively hated the cat. They were all eating, all the adults sat at their table and all the kids at another when Rachel made her escape. All she really wanted was a piece of the chocolate cake in the kitchen (she'd always been obsessed with cake). However, as a short five year old, she couldn't reach the counter and ventured her way into her grandparent's bedroom to get the stool (she would always use it when brushing her teeth at a sleepover with them and therefore, it was in their bathroom ready for her) which she took to the kitchen. However, in the process, she let the cat out who then proceeded to jump on the counter and push the cake off- which absolutely killed Rachel- to the point of her shouting at him. She had been shouting at him (along the lines of 'You're the worst!' 'Bad kitty!') when her mum walked into the room to the crazy scene in front of her. Just as her mum was about to tell her to be careful, Fluffy attacked, scratching her chin (leaving a scar for the rest of her life) and ergo, her hatred of cats was spawned.

The next time she encountered a cat was at her primary school best friend's house. It was her first time over for a playdate and her friend was so excited to show Rachel her cat Whiskers. Rachel remembers the craziness of it all. As soon as her friend brought out Whiskers, Rachel burst into tears and hid behind the living room couch waiting for her friend to get rid of the cat. Her friend, being utterly confused as to why she was afraid of her cat, just put the cat down which then ran towards Rachel in curiosity. This then had her in absolute hysterics as the cat sniffed her up and then just walked away. Even though the cat didn't do anything to her, Rachel still absolutely hated cats, and still does.

So that's why, when her brother plans a weekend away with his longtime girlfriend and she asks Rachel to look after her cat, she says no.

"No?" Joe, her brother asks with a shocked face.

"Nope" Rachel shakes her head, standing her ground.

"C'mon, Rach, don't be like that" He says.

"I hate cats, Joe, there is no chance I am looking after one for a whole weekend. Can't you guys just leave it with food and water, m'sure it'll be fine" She says, taking a bite of her sandwich.

"Jesus, there is something seriously wrong with you" He scoffs.

"Please Rach, I beg of you! He's so good. His name is Theo and he's cuddly and good and definitely won't scratch you" Jaz, Joe's girlfriend asks.

"Jazzy, with all due respect, I don't trust a word out of your mouth" She says bluntly and both Joe and Jaz groan.

"I'll do anything for you" Jaz asks, "whatever you want"

"Whatever I want?"

"Whatever you want" Joe agrees and Rachel takes a moment to think but instead asks.

"Why can't you give him to one of your friends to look after him?"

"We asked Harry but he'll be away till Saturday so you'll only have to watch him for a night and Harry will take over"

"One night?" Rachel debates.

"One night, Harry will take over for the rest of the weekend" Jaz states.

"Why the fuck didn't you open with that? I'll do it" she puts her hand out for them to shake.

"You're so odd"

That's why, on the next Friday afternoon, Jaz and Joe drop the fluffy little menace off at Rachel's town house, equipped with all his things (such as food, his bed and some toys) and leave, with a wish of good luck to the pair (Theo and Rachel).

"Alright little psychopath, go lie in your bed or summat" Rachel waves off the cat, who is staring at her. "Stop staring at me!" She says with wide eyes, backing up into her bedroom. "Alright, you stay there, imma stay in my room" She closes the door behind her before jumping onto her bed and phoning her brother.

"What's wrong now, Rach?" Joe answers quickly.

"The fucking cat won't stop staring at me" She whispers into the phone, "he looks like he want's to kill me"

"Jesus Rachel" He sighs. "It is not going to kill you"

"You don't know that" She bites her nail nervously. "I can't believe I'm doing this" She says softly, mostly to herself.

"And we're really grateful you are!" Jaz says from the other side of the phone.

"What time did you say Harry is comin' to get the demon tomorrow?" She asks.

"Call him" Joe says, "discuss it with him, you don't need me"

"Ugh I guess"

"Now please, my darling sister" He says sarcastically, "don't call us again yea? The purpose of a vacation is to relax and not be disturbed by annoying sisters"

"Dickhead" She bites back. "Love you both! Have fun and don't make me an aunt yet, m'not ready for that"

"Bye Rach" They both say before Joe hangs up and Rachel pulls up Harry's contact, butterflies becoming present in her belly.

See, Harry has been Joe's best friend ever since primary school and ever since primary school, Rachel has had a big fat crush on him. Growing up with a brother who is only two years older than you opened doors for the adolescent girl that she didn't even know were there. Joe had been one of the popular football kids, often bringing all of his friends home after a practice and Rachel, being the cute younger sister, used to sit on the sidelines and admire all the good looking footballers in her house (granted they weren't that good but in her eyes they were all godlike). Then, there was Harry.

Harry, the boy who lived right around the corner. Harry, the scrawny teenager who dressed up as Scooby- Doo for Halloween. Harry, the curly haired boy in the band. And now, Harry the international recording artist, songwriter, actor and fashion icon. Safe to say, Harry has and will always have Rachel's heart (and he hasn't got a clue). In her mind, she thinks Harry only sees her as his best friend's little sister, who at times annoyed the hell out of him. Rachel and Harry have, let's say a weird relationship. Joe and Harry are practically brothers and Rachel thinks Harry always saw her as his younger sister, just like Joe and therefore, treats her like a younger sister.

That's why, when Joe tells Rachel to call him to ask about the cat, she absolutely freaks out but calls him anyways.

"'ello" Harry answers cheerfully and Rachel feels goosebumps settle on her skin.

"Hi H" She says.

"Ah hi Tiny" She blushes at his use of the nickname (which comes from her height). "How're you doing, love?"

"Should be asking you that rockstar" She teases.

"Oi quit it" He chuckles.

"No seriously, how are you?" She asks.

"Good, busy but really good. Missin' home loads but m'done tomorrow and hopefully will have a bit of a break"

"Sounds good H, everyone needs a bit of a break" She says and he smiles on the other end.

"And you? How's work going?" He asks.

"Busy and shitty but I go into court on Monday which should be exciting"

"Ooh Tiny, the big shot lawyer" He teases like a brother.

"Shut up" She rolls her eyes with a blush. "So I'm calling for a reason"

"Ah man, thought you jus wanted to catch up with me" She can hear his pout and she groans. "Jus teasing, love. What's up?"

"You're comin to fetch the demon from me tomorrow right?" She says and she hears his laughter burst through the phone, the sound being so loud she has to move the phone away from her ear.

"He's just a cat, not a bloody demon Rach" He stifles his laughter.

"That cat is a bloody demon, the fucking thing won't stop staring at me" she says with a frown, "well it isn't anymore" her voice goes softer, Harry getting suspicious.

"What'd you do to it?" He says slowly.

"Nothin" She says simply.

"Tiny" His tone is warning.

"May or may not have locked myself in my room" And once again, his laughter rings through her room.

"You're so strange babe" He laughs.

"So what time are you fetching the dickhead?"

"Watch your language!" He teases.

"Harry!" She groans.

"I'll be at yours at like 9 tomorrow mornin?" He suggests.

"Yea guess I have to accommodate the thing" She sighs.

"Accommodate?" Harry laughs and she groans.

"What else do I do with a fucking cat?"

"Well, you feed it, give it water and give it cuddles"

"You can give the thing cuddles" She spits.

"If you give it a chance it'll give you love, everybody loves gettin loved on" He explains and she frowns.

"Not by a cat" She says.

"Try it babe, I've got a flight to catch but I'll see you tomorrow yeah?"

"Bye H. Have a safe flight" She says.

"Bye love"

After their phone call, Rachel decides to stay put in her room for as long as she can but then she gets hungry and after eating the granola bar in her purse, she realises she had to leave her room at some point. That point was when her stomach begins making audible noises and then she starts, and subsequently cannot stop, thinking about the leftover chicken parm in her fridge.

So she gears up, first putting on clothing that covers every part of her body in case the cat decides to pounce. Then she sits with her ear by the door for a few minutes to make sure the cat is nowhere to be heard before she's ready to make her move. As soon as she opens the door, though, the little devil is sitting outside her door. They make eye contact, and Rachel lets out a squeak and shuts her door. She takes a moment to calm herself down, reassuring herself that it's just a cat and can't do anything to her. She then opens the door again and when she sees that the cat hasn't moved, she makes the decision to slowly walk around it. As she does, the little cat lets out a soft meow and she freaks out, running towards the kitchen.

Once she gets her food out of the fridge and into the microwave, she spots the cat sitting on the kitchen counter, licking its paws and for a second, she thinks it looks pretty adorable (even snaps a picture to send to Jaz). She remembers she needs to feed the cat so does so as her food warms and she watches the cat eat (which she finds cute). When the microwave signals that her food is all warmed up, her thoughts are cut off and she pulls her food out of the microwave.

When deciding on where to sit and eat, she takes a moment, looking over at her living room couch and picturing her sitting cross-legged on her comfy couch watching Criminal Minds on her tv and then she remembers the little demon walking around her house. She then thinks about sitting on her bed and trying to eat her food without messing her bed, while watching Criminal Minds off her phone screen. But when she feels a furry thing rub along her leg she rethinks her decisions, looking down at the demon (who she's warmed up to a bit) and shrugs, making her way to her couch.

It's after two episodes of Criminal Minds and a delicious leftover dinner, when she feels the couch dip by her feet. She freezes for a second, not fully processing what's happening before she remembers Harry's advice. She makes a small move, using her foot to pat the cat slowly and then she feels the cat move and she freezes again, watching the cat move its way into the little spot that she's left on the couch next to her. Once he's settled she calms down and is eventually patting the cat in front of her. That's how she falls asleep.

She wakes up abruptly.

She hears the knocking on the door and immediately shoots up, confused about her surroundings but then remembers that she had fallen asleep on the couch with the cat next to her. The cat. She looks around her town house to see if she can spot the cat and she soon sees him curled up by her feet and she coos.

The knocking on the door returns and she quickly jumps off of the couch and towards her door, shouting 'coming!'. She feels the fur at her feet once again so she just reaches down and picks him up before opening the door, hair messy, eyes sleepy and cat in her arms. The sight on the other side of the door is the complete opposite of what she looks like. There, Harry is stood in workout clothes, a wide and awake smile on his face- which completely throws her off.

"Mornin babe" He charms, "Looks like the devil's changed your mind" He teases and she frowns in confusion before he points to the animal in her arms with a smirk.

"Oh shut it" She shrugs him off and puts Theo on the ground. "Cuppa?" She offers him, opening her door for him to enter her townhouse.

"Please" He smiles and walks in, closing the door behind him and then crouching down to give the cat attention.

"Milk? Sugar?" She calls from the kitchen and he calls his preferences back to her.

Once they've both got their drinks, they take a seat on her couch. "So how was your night?" He says with an eyebrow raised, looking at Theo who's cuddled up to her.

"It was surprisingly good, you're a good little boy aren't ya Te?"

"Te?" Harry teases.

"Everyone deserves a nickname" She shrugs and he chuckles. "How was your time away?" She asks.

"Really good, but not so productive" He shrugs. "Happy to be home, hoping it'll spark some inspiration"

"m'sorry to hear that" She pouts, "but when the inspiration strikes, m'sure it'll be great" She states and he smiles, thanking her softly.

"So tell me about this case next week" He says, turning his body to face hers.

"It's an adoption case, the father is in rehab and the child is getting adopted by his ex-boyfriend" Rachel says simply. "I feel really bad for the little girl, she has no idea what's happening with her father and now she has no clue why she's never seeing him again and the case worker is trying to figure out if the boyfriend will be good for her or not- s'just a bit of a mess" She explains and he listens intently.

"That's heavy" He says, "are you alright working with it though? Obviously work wise you can handle it but emotionally?" And there it is, so big-brotherly of Harry she thinks to herself.

"Yea, uh it's really heavy" She chuckles sadly. "It's really hard like removing myself from the situation emotionally?" She says, hoping Harry understands where she's coming from. "But I'll be alright, just another day's work" She brushes it off, holding her emotions back.

"Love, s'alright to feel sad about it, be emotionally attached, it happens to everyone yea? Jus' remember that it makes you better at your job because it means you really care for your clients and will work harder to get them what they deserve" He reassures her, rubbing her back comfortingly.

"Thanks H" She smiles. "So I've executively decided that Theo is staying with me till Joe and Jaz come back" She changes the subject, trying to process the events that just took place (namely Harry's hand on her).

"Oh really?" He teases, eyebrows raised.

"Mhm" She nods, patting the little cat. "He loves me now"

"And you love 'im?" Harry chuckles.

"That I do, he's jus so cuddly" She scrunches her nose, looking at the cat fondly.

And Harry just about melts.

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Harry is so easy to read.

Or at least to his older sister, Gemma. Ever since he had been back and had seen Rachel, his emotions had become way more present and he has no idea what to do with them. See, Harry has been in love with his best friend's little sister ever since he saw her at one of his first shows as One Direction. He had left their hometown when she was 15, a young girl still going through puberty, who he saw as his younger sister. But the next time he saw her, she was 17 years old and had grown up so much in those two years that he had to take a double take to recognise her.

He remembers, she was wearing a short black dress with a pair of sneakers, her long hair left down and curled, a wide smile on her face as she was introduced to all his bandmates and he felt a pang of jealousy hit him when each of the boys wrapped their arms around her in greeting. That's when it started, and he tried his hardest to push his feelings away, trying to think of her as his little sister again. But it only got harder to do so.

The next time they saw each other was when Harry had come home for Christmas after his first world tour, and when Harry saw her his heart stopped (or at least it felt like that to him). She was sat on the couch in her living room, bright red sweater with a Christmas tree embroidered onto it with a pair of jeans, (that Harry thought she wore perfectly) and a boy sat next to her as they whispered and giggled to each other, hands joined. He freaked out for a moment, wondering who the boy was before Joe informed him, with much distaste, that the boy was her boyfriend, Tom. Harry hated him already but when the boy greeted Harry like he was the bees knees, Harry just hated him more. Rachel, however, was fully in love with Tom, thinking that he was the best thing to ever exist (as first boyfriends usually are) and Harry just didn't understand it.

Then she joined her brother on a trip to New York City to watch Harry perform once again. Harry had been seeing someone at the time and when Rachel saw the two of them together, she felt like she could throw up and Harry did too. When he saw her that night, she was a 20 year old law student, with a beautiful body and an even more beautiful face. He was, once again thrown off and he had to stop himself from staring at her. She greeted him with her warm and familiar hug and it was almost impossible for him to pull away from her. She smelled like lavander and he wondered what shampoo she used, almost asked her but refrained from doing so.

Over the next few years of seeing each other in situations like that, One Direction took their break and Harry decided to go home for a while, try live a normal life to cool down from the craziness his life had become. While he was home, he saw Joe an awful lot (which he was extremely grateful for) but always wondered where Rachel was. One day, when he finally had the guts to ask Joe, he was told that she had moved to London to practice law, and Harry remembered her dream of always wanting to live in the city. He was happy she followed her dreams but constantly wondered if she was dating someone, if she was okay, if she missed him.

Then she returned home for three weeks, something about missing her mother's food and needing a break from city life. Harry could not have been more excited to see her and when their two mothers' decided to have dinner together, Harry knew that he had to have a proper chat with her. He had been in his bedroom getting ready for the evening when Gemma walked in and burst out laughing.

"What are you wearing?" She asked.

"Um, a shirt?" He points down to his button up and she shakes her head.

"It's a casual dinner, H. We're not going to some fancy restaurant, they're literally coming to have dinner." she takes a pause, "unless, are you trying to impress someone?"

"What no" He says quickly, too quickly and her eyes widen.

"Oh my god you are!" She jumps up, "oh my god it's Rachel!"

"No it's not!"

"Dude, there's no one else and you're probably the easiest person to read" She says excitedly. "Holy shit you're in love with her! You're in love with your best friend's little sister!"

"Gemma" He groans, throwing his head back frustratedly.

"So, are you gonna ask her out then?"

"S'abit weird innit?" He asks, "can't really walk up to her and say, hey Tiny been in love with ya for a while now, wanna go out with your brother's best friend?"

"I think it's adorable" She smiles, "although"

"Although what?" He turns to her with a frown.

"She is seeing someone" Gemma mumbles.

"What? Who? How do you know that?" He asks, sitting next to her.

"When she moved to the city mum asked me to reconnect with her to help her out and we became quite close- good to have a familiar face around. We go out for coffee every Sunday" She smiles happily. "Proper grown up she is, kind and charming as always"

"So she's seeing someone?" He asks, smiling at the thought of Rachel and his sister hanging out.

"Last she told me, yea. Some bloke named Jordan, said they had been going out for a few weeks which was like a month ago" She explains.

Rachel, Joe, Jaz and their mum arrive at Anne's home about thirty minutes after Gemma makes Harry change. Harry hears them downstairs greeting each other and he takes one last look in the mirror before heading down to the group.

"There he is!" Rachel's mum smiles when she sees Harry.

"Hi Lisa" He smiles, giving her a hug. "Haven't seen you in a bit"

"A bit! Harry it's been years, remember you as the skinny little mischief making teenager running around with my son" she teases and he chuckles.

"A bit grown up now?" He chuckles. "It's really good ta see you" He admits and she smiles, saying the same to him.

Rachel stands to the side, watching the interaction and she melts at the sight of her brother's best friend. He's somehow gotten better looking in the time she hasn't seen him (which is, in her mind, impossible because he was gorgeous to her to begin with). And as she thinks about all of this, he can't help but feel the same. He watches as she chuckles along with his mum, who says something funny, scrunching her nose cutely and listens as his mum whispers something back which makes her laugh even louder. He smiles to himself when he hears her loud laughter, nodding along to what Lisa was saying but not really listening as he's paying attention to Rachel.

"Hey H" She makes the first move, walking up to him. "Welcome home" She smiles and he brings her in for a hug- he needed it.

"Tiny" He teases and she rolls her eyes teasingly. "Should be sayin that ta you big city girl" She chuckles. "How is it there?"

"So good, busy but really good"

"You got that internship you wanted?" He asks, remembering that she wanted to intern for a specific firm.

"I did, yea" She blushes, happy he remembered the little fact.

"C'mon gang, let's go eat" Anne says and everyone follows her to the dinning room.

"Good ta see ya, babe" He gets in that little statement that makes her heart absolutely soar.

After that dinner, Rachel and Harry saw each other a lot more than they both expected. For some reason, Harry was over a lot more at her home during those three weeks that she was home and not that she didn't love it (because, let's be honest, she adored every moment of seeing him) she just didn't know why. She realised he was probably just there for Joe but she wished it was more, hoped it was more.

And it really was. After the dinner, Harry did everything in his power to see Rachel more often and that began by him going over to their house more than before. Then, when she returned to London after her little break, he did too and claimed it was pure coincidence, offering her a ride with him back to the city. Then every Sunday, when Gemma and Rachel would meet, Harry joined them. From there, Gemma would 'miss' some Sunday's which left Harry and Rachel alone. After a while, the two of them hung out a lot more regularly, grabbing lunch together, drinks or even just going over to each other's homes to spend time together.

Then Harry released his first album, toured it (she went to three of the shows with her brother) and then went away to work on his second. Now, he's back and they're both more infatuated with each other than before. And still, neither of them know (even though it is extremely obvious to everyone around them).

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If there's one thing Rachel loves more than anything in the world, it's birthdays. She has always been a birthday fanatic, going over and above when planning her friends' birthday parties, getting them only the best gifts and really just making them feel as special as they should. But when it comes to her birthday, she doesn't want all the craziness, or attention. All she wants is to spend time with the people she loves.

But her best friends, Amy and Mona, decided otherwise. This year, for her big 25th birthday, they decided to throw her a birthday party to remember.

"I really don't want anything big" Rachel insists as they all grab a cup of coffee one afternoon.

"Bullshit" Amy states and Rachel chuckles, while Mona rolls her eyes at her antics. "We know you want something big"

"I really don't"

"Babe, don't be so boring" Mona, the ever confident Essex girl, states. "And plus, we want one and we're well overdue a party"

"Mona" Rachel groans.

"Y'know m'right Rach" She smiles over her cup of coffee.

"C'mon Rach, let us do this for you? Please?" Amy begs and she sighs.

"Alright" The other two cheer.

"Now let's talk about a theme" Amy says excitedly, her party planner side coming out in full force.

"I was thinkin like posh spice"

"And the theme would be?" Rachel asks Mona, with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh that would be my outfit" Mona clarifies and they both shoot her questioning looks "I donno, like 90s themed or somethin" she shrugs and Amy shakes her head.

"Rachel doesn't even like the 90s"

"And how would ya know tha?" She asks.

"I know you, decades aren't your thing"

"That's not true"

"Babe, c'mon, you hate that shit" Mona adds, "you love the music but whenever we go to a party that's like 80s themed or somethin you complain about the unoriginality"

"Well it isn't original" Rachel shrugs.

"So what else then?"

"Maybe like actors or something like that?" Amy offers and Rachel grimaces. "Alright, not actors"

"What about like icons?" Mona suggests.

"Whad'ya mean?" Rachel asks.

"Like how I wanna be Posh, so we do icons. Bowie, Elton all that shit" Mona waves off the end of her sentence, hoping her friends understand what she means.

"I could be Britney!" Amy says excitedly. "Who would you be, babe?" She asks Rachel.

After their coffee date, Rachel began thinking about all the different icons she could be. Amy had brought up a few good options like Christina Aguilera and Madonna but just after Mona suggested Stevie Nicks, Rachel knew who she had to dress up as and she couldn't have been more excited. Amy and Mona vowed to prepare everything perfectly and just as Rachel would love, only asking her who she wanted there. After much planning, the night had finally arrived and Rachel made her way over to Amy and Mona's shared apartment across town from hers, her perfect outfit tucked away in her bag, waiting for her to get ready.

As the three girls get ready together, the pre party playlist streaming through the apartment, they have the time of their lives and Rachel is positive she's never been more excited for a party in her life. Before Uni, she had never been much of a partier but through Uni and all the crazy experiences that come with it, she was exposed to many different parties and nights out. She loved it at the time, thoroughly enjoying the process of getting ready with her friends before going out, getting drunk and then heading to McDonald's for a late night snack. But after uni and when she started working, she realised it was only a Uni thing, not really enjoying the stress of a night out on top of the stress of her job.

But that doesn't mean she didn't enjoy the few nights out she's had since. And that's why, tonight, she decided to go all out with her outfit.

"Holy shit Rach" Mona says as soon as she's out of the bathroom, dressed in her costume ready to do her makeup and hair. "Your body looks fucking killer in that" Rachel replies with a quiet thank you, her face turning bright red.

She's never been too good at receiving compliments.

"Rach! When you said you were going all out I didn't know this was what you meant!" Amy says as soon as she reenters the room.

"You guys look great too" She smiles, taking in Mona's little black dress and Amy's recreation of Britney's school girl look. "Is Josh coming as Beckham?" She asks Mona, referring to her boyfriend.

"I told the little shit too, even helped him find an outfit, so he better be" She states and Rachel smiles.

"Harry is going to melt when he sees you" Amy says and Rachel turns to her friend wide eyed at the mention of her crush's name.

"Harry's coming!?"

"Of course he is" Amy chuckles at her friend's surprise.

"But I didn't put him on the list?" Rachel says with a confused face.

"Babe, you think we'd leave your hot and extremely famous lover boy out of the party?" Mona says, applying her lipgloss in the mirror.

"He can't see me in this!" She freaks out looking down at her outfit. "I thought this was for close friends so I went all out, he can't see me in this!" She repeats and her friends laugh.

"Rach, babe, I seriously don't know why you're being so crazy about this. When he sees you he'll die, and if you don't go home with him tonight I will shove you two into my room without either of you knowing" Amy states.

"What?" Both Rachel and Mona ask, confused.

"Never mind, just fuck him already" She says and Rachel gasps while Mona laughs.

"Jesus Ames, don't be so crude"

"Ah sod off, you know how I am" She waves her hand. "Now can I do your hair? I wanna do like very loose curls and it'll take about forty five minutes because your hair's so fuckin long"

"Would you ever cut it?" Mona asks.

And the two soon forget about the boy Rachel had been freaking out over to discuss the possibility of her cutting her ever growing hair all while Rachel continues to freak out over the idea of Harry seeing her in her outfit. Now she's extremely proud of it and her body in it, she had worked her ass off to get to where she is now, confident in her body and proud to show it off. But it's Harry! She thinks about all the times they've seen each other and she realises he's never seen her in something so revealing. Sure, he's seen her in a bathing suit but it had been years since he saw her, the last time probably being when she was about fifteen and just starting to get insecure within her body and it never happened again.

But now, now she's wearing a top that's barely a top and a skirt that hangs so low on her hips she had to forgo underwear because they came up too high. She can't help but wonder what Harry will do or say when he sees her, will he blush, will he check her out, oh god will he hug her? She thinks about Harry's hands on her body in a normal circumstance, fully clothed and her body feels hot but when his bare hands meet her naked back? Holy shit she gets hot just thinking about it.

Before she can think anymore about it, her friends begin blabbing her ear off and successfully distract her from the situation at hand all the way until the actual man shows up to the party (a good 20 minutes in, after Harry took his time, hoping to come across as casual and not like he had spent the whole day waiting to see her smile, hear her laugh.. oh who's he kidding, he had done exactly that). He strolls into the apartment (Joe and Jaz following behind him in their Kelso and Jackie outfits from That 70s Show) dressed head to toe in a bright yellow three piece suit, paired with matching sunglasses and a simple pair of vans.

She feels the breath getting knocked out of her as her eyes follow Harry glide (to her it looks like he's gliding) through the party, greeting everyone effortlessly and charmingly as ever. She watches her two best friends from the other side of the room, drinks in hand, wiggling their eyebrows at her and grinning excitedly as he gets closer to her side of the room. Joe and Jaz greet her, both complimenting her outfit excitedly, loving how she channeled her favourite artist into her 25th birthday party. But once Harry's eyes lock on her, he takes a physical step back, hand on his chest as he watches his best friend and his crush (although it's definitely more than a crush now but there's just no word for it) interact.

He tries not to think of her in a sexual way, his head trying really hard to think of anything else as he watches her shoulders catch the light perfectly, her hair falling perfectly and well, everything to do with her is just perfect, Harry thinks. He watches as she fixes her top, taking a deep breath to calm himself down, fixing his own to distract himself. But he can't help it. His eyes trail down her body, taking in every inch of her and watching as she holds herself so highly and confidently and to him, she just oozes everything Harry's ever wanted in a person. And fuck, he really didn't want to think of her sexually, well at least not tonight. Then her eyes meet his and he thinks fast to cool himself down when she smiles at him.

"No fuckin way" He grins, dimples indenting when he spots Rachel's eyes on him. She, in turn, bursts out laughing, throwing her head back in pure delight and Harry gulps, walking closer to her. "This was not planned, I swear!" He holds his hands up in surrender and she laughs at their outfits.

"Didn't even tell anyone my costume" She smiles and he chuckles.

"Neither did I" He smiles just as excitedly. "Well we've gotta have a photoshoot now!"

"Good thing we organised a photo booth!" Amy and Mona suddenly show up next to the pair, pushing them towards the booth set up in the corner of the large living room which is filled with people. Harry and Rachel don't have time to say anything before they find themselves squashed into the little photo booth.

"Hi" Harry chuckles after a second, letting them both catch their breaths.

"Hi" She breathes out, her face red and body hot from their proximity.

"They didn't even let me greet you properly" He smiles, "Happy birthday Tiny" He says, opening his arms and she already feels tingles throughout her body. She leans into his arms, momentarily freezing when she feels his hands splayed out on her bare back, pulling her closer to him with a squeeze. She breathes him in and for a second, she feels woozy because of their proximity and she has no idea that Harry feels the same. They both have to push themselves to pull away from each other, both wishing they could hold onto each other forever.

"You look incredible" She states, unconsciously dragging her hand up and down his lapel.

"Thank you darlin" He says and she looks up, first through her lashes and then tilting her head once she sees how close their faces are to each other. "And you look.." He pauses for a moment and her cheeks already heat up from how he's looking at her. "You look magnificent" he ends, taking the middle ground (he could have said nice but that's quite boring or he could have said she looked sexy and beautiful and everything he's ever wanted but that's... extreme).

"Thanks" She chokes out, her breath caught in her throat and he chuckles softly, unconsciously pushing a piece of her hair behind her ear and she swears she just stops breathing all together. "I-" She starts but he shakes his head and her gaze jumps between his eyes and his lips, they're so close that she knows he can tell what she's thinking and there's a piece of her that thinks he's thinking the same.

"I really-" He starts and she just nods, not caring what comes out of his mouth just knowing she wants him to do anything. "Rach, I really-" he tries again and she just nods.

"Yes" She cuts him off, impatient and just wanting him to kiss her. "please" She adds with a whisper and his eyes meet hers again, silently asking again if she wants what's about to happen and she nods, hoping it doesn't come off as desperate.

His hand that had been going through her hair, finds its way to her cheek, softly brushing his thumb over her cheekbone. Ever so slightly, she tilts her head further into his hand and if they weren't so close or so zoned in to each other, neither would have noticed. He takes a deep breath, preparing himself for what's about to happen and she smoothes her hands over his shoulders, lightly cupping his neck and as she fiddles with the little curls at the nape of his neck, he swears he's never wanted anything more. Then, he leans in, ever so slowly and ever so gracefully. All she can think is is this really happening? and all he can think about is is this finally happening?

It isn't.

Mona cuts them off before their lips even brushed each others, by pulling back the curtain and shouting that they're hogging the photo booth and then exclaiming that Rachel's not nearly drunk enough before pulling her out of the photo booth, leaving Harry all hot and flustered behind her. As she's being pulled towards the kitchen, she turns her head and simply smiles at Harry, shrugging her shoulders as if to say sorry I can't do anything about her. He smiles back, waving his hand at her as if to say don't worry, enjoy your night.

And all she wants to say is that she'd really really enjoy her night if they had kissed.

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She tells Gemma about the incident the next day over coffee.

"I know something happened last night, you look all flustered" Gemma teases, waving her finger at her face over her coffee. "Now spill"

"It's nothing" Rachel blushes, she's pretty sure her face matches the colour of Gemma's coffee cup and knows Gemma knows something is up.

"Rach, I've known you for ages, m'like your big sister, please just tell me what's going on, promise I won't tell anyone" She begs.

"Gemma, I will kill you if you tell anyone" She warns, leaning over the table getting ready to dish.

"Promise I won't" She nods excitedly.

"Gemma" She warns again and Gemma crosses her heart. "So I've had a crush for quite a while" She begins, brushing a piece of hair behind her ear, hesitating to carry on.

"On my little brother, yes" Gemma nods in confirmation and Rachel nearly chokes on her coffee, throwing her into a coughing fit. Gemma quickly reacts, softly patting her friend's back and handing her water.

"Wh-what?" She says through coughs.

"Ah c'mon babe, you thought I didn't know?" Gemma asks and she nods seriously. "You're lucky it's me that can read you so easily, but I've known for years yes"

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Wanted you to tell me yourself" She shrugs. "Now carry on with the story please" Gemma begs.

"Well when he arrived we both laughed over our costumes" She begins again.

"Yes Cher and Elton from the 70s, classic and adorable" She states, trying to get Rachel to keep the story going.

"Can I carry on?" Rachel chuckles and Gemma nods. "Well we were laughing about it before Mona and Amy shoved us into the photo booth and well, we nearly kissed" There's a beat of silence before she carries on. "Well I think we did but I can't be too sure, he said I looked magnificent and then he touched my hair and cupped my cheek and I was playing with his cute little curls at the bottom of his neck and-"

"Take a breath Rach" Gemma laughs, stopping her from passing out. "As happy as I am that you're finally confiding in me, you can move past all the little details yea? Love you both but I'd prefer not to hear about my brother's cute little curls" Rachel blushes, mumbling a soft sorry before Gemma brushes her off, telling her to carry on.

"But then Mona cut us off and she dragged me away into the kitchen. I didn't see him for the rest of the night, well not until he came to say goodbye and even then we were rushed because Joe was taking him home and was gettin' impatient and ya know how Joe is when he's impatient" She takes a breath.

As Rachel finishes her story (telling her about how she nearly cried herself to sleep out of frustration) Gemma just wants to bang their heads on the table and tell them to finally get together. She knows she can't tell Harry how Rachel feels for him because she promised Rachel she wouldn't tell anyone and vice versa. But one thing she does know, is that it's up to her to get the two together.

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"Harry, can I interest you in something" Gemma says over the phone after coffee with Rachel.

"Go for it" Harry chuckles at his sister.

"Would you ever let me set you up on a blind date?" She asks and he takes a deep breath on the other side, ready to say something. "Before you go and complain, just hear me out"

"Alright, go on" He states.

"Well I didn't think you'd let me carry on, so give me a moment to see where I'm going with this"

"Gemma" He sighs and she stops him.

"Wait wait! So I found this girl, she's everything you've been looking for" She stops, thinking of the best way to carry on. "She's kind, charming, beautiful and really just the best" She thinks she may have oversold it, scratch that, she's sure she's oversold it.

"Is there something wrong with her?" Harry asks hesitantly.

"No! Why?" Gemma is quick to say.

"You're just describing her a bit too perfectly for it to be real" He says and she grimaces to herself.

"Just, Harry just trust me on this one" She says exasperated. "Don't you trust me?"

"Of course I trust you, you just sound, well truthfully you sound weird" He states.

"Alright so forget how weird I sound, just do this for me would ya?"

"Yea okay I'll do it, but if this girl isn't as amazing as you've described, you're never setting me up again. Deal?"

And with Gemma's plan, she hopes no one will have to set Harry up ever again. "Deal"

"So you're setting me up on a blind date with someone after I've admitted my feelings for your brother?" Rachel asks confused as Gemma shows up to her home later that week.

"Yes" Gemma nods.

"And it doesn't seem weird to you, like at all?" She asks, a frown etched on her face.

"Not one bit" Gemma grins. "So let's get ready then?" She asks excitedly.

"You are so strange Gemma" And regardless of her statement, she opens her door for Gemma to follow her inside.

"So what are you gonna wear?" Gemma asks.

"Babe I have no idea where I'm going or who I'm going with, how the hell am I meant to know what to wear?" Rachel says sarcastically.

"Alright, you go jump into a shower and I'll find you something nice to wear" She states and Rachel nods.

"You know" Rachel says over the noise of her shower, "I didn't even agree to this date"

"You're in the shower, you've agreed to this date" Gemma calls back. "And could you please shave"

"Who the hell have you set me up with?"

"It's called a blind date for a reason, now hurry up before I have to pull you out of there, he's expecting you in thirty minutes"

"Thirty minutes!?" She shouts.

"Calm down, I've got your outfit picked out and you don't need any makeup"

"It's a first date, wha' d'ya mean I don't need makeup?" Rachel states, getting out of the shower.

"For gods sake, do you trust me?" Gemma asks, just as she had asked her brother earlier in the week.

"Of course I do"

"So get dressed!"

Gemma hands her the sage green bodysuit that has a square neckline and puts it on on top of her nicest bra (as insisted by Gemma). She then gets into her flared jeans and slips her white heels on. Gemma fusses over her outfit, picking out her jewellery and doing her hair before rushing her out of the house and into a taxi already waiting for her outside her home. She has no idea where she's going or who she's meeting up with.

She's done this once before, the blind date thing. It obviously didn't work out, or else they would still be together. It was Amy who initially set her up with the guy, Chris, and he had decided to take her to a McDonald's. Now, Rachel by no means cares where she eats, she was just thrown off because Amy had told her that Chris was extremely well off and was known for treating girls extremely well. Rachel did not get to experience that. Chris had been on his phone throughout the evening, not even looking up when she spoke to him. He was rude, arrogant and uninterested and Rachel wanted absolutely nothing to do with him afterwards.

So, going into this blind date, she had very little expectation.

Harry on the other hand, had been on many many blind dates in his life. He had been set up on dates by nearly everyone in his close circle, all of them knowing how much he loves love and deserves to be loved. So they've tried and tried to help him find his person, but clearly, none of them had worked. And even though none of them had worked, he remains hopeful, open to being set up on dates, hoping that one will end well. But Gemma, Gemma's got a track record of setting him up on awful dates. So when she approached him with the offer and he was hesitant, it was all for a reason.

So, going into this blind date, he had very little expectation.

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All Gemma had told Harry about the date was to go to the restaurant and wait. She told Rachel the exact same thing.

Harry gets there first and is escorted to the table by a very kind (also extremely excited because it's Harry Styles) waiter. Once Harry is seated, he asks for a glass of water before getting comfortable, or as comfortable as he can as he awaits the mystery girl.

His time was spent racking his brain trying to figure out who his sister had set him up with. He had first thought it could be one of her friends and then remembered she once vowed that she would never ever set him up with one of her friends because it would be too weird for both of them. Then he thought about maybe someone she met through work and that was a viable option but he remembered that he had gone out with someone she met through work once before and it didn't work out because she was too focused on her Instagram story and after that, he begged her to never set him up with someone from work. He then circled back to one of her friends, but was cut off when he realised who was being escorted to his table.

Rachel had wondered the whole ride over who Gemma could be setting her up with. She first wondered why on earth Gemma was so quick to set her up on a date after she confessed her feelings for her brother's best friend and her mind raced, thinking perhaps it could be Harry. But she laughed at herself and her thoughts and shrugged it off, just guessing it was someone Gemma had met from work or something. But when she gets to the restaurant and is lead to her table, she thinks she's daydreaming when she sees who's sitting there waiting for her.

Safe to say, both miss a breath when they lock eyes and the first thing they both do is burst into laughter. Both bright eyed, red faced and laughing their asses off in a restaurant filled with people. Through their laughter, Harry gets up to greet her and as they hug, their laughter dies down.

"Hi Tiny" Harry pulls away from the hug, a bright smile on his face as he can't believe he's finally gotten a date with his best friend's little sister, someone he's been pining over for years.

"Hi" She smiles, scrunching her nose with rosy cheeks, not trusting her eyes are telling the truth as she stands in front of someone she's been in love with for what seems like forever.

"She's sneaky, my big sister" he chuckles, helping Rachel into her seat and getting into his own.

"Sneaky?" Rachel teases with her eyebrow raised.

"Sorry, m'abit nervous" He knows he's bright red as the words tumble out of his mouth and she smiles softly, grabbing his hand from across the table.

"So am I" She admits and he smiles on the outside but on the inside he's swooning like a teenage girl. He's so whipped.

"Hi, I'm Steve, what can I get for you guys tonight?" The waiter greets them, basically heart-eyed as he stares at the beautiful girl sitting across from the rockstar who is the one usually being swooned over. Harry notices and so does Rachel, already getting a bit uncomfortable from the stare of the waiter.

"Can we please have a bottle of your nicest white?" Harry asks, looking at Rachel for confirmation and she nods, quickly turning her attention back to the man, the only man, she wants sitting across from her.

"Yea" She blushes as Harry taps her foot with his and wiggles his eyebrows teasingly, trying to lighten her mood that had been crushed by the waiter. She chuckles at Harry's antics and picks her menu up to stop her from leaning over and kissing him right then and there.

"He's gone" Harry whispers and she puts her menu down with a blush. "A bit creepy innit?" Harry states.

"What is?" She asks.

"Being stared at" He says and she nods.

"It must happen to you all the time" She states. "Sorry, that sucks" She pouts.

"Don't be sorry, love" He smiles softly, "I chose this life didn't I?" She nods. "You didn't choose to be gorgeous and have creepy men stare at you" His words get lost after she hears him call her gorgeous.

"Gorgeous?" She raises her eyebrows.

"Drop dead" He says confidently and she's fully on fire.

"Oh" Harry chuckles, thinking about how cute she is.

"This is weird innit?" Harry asks.

"A little bit yea" She scrunches her nose with a chuckle.

"Alright, let's do it this way" He leans onto the table and signals for her to come closer too. "We've been out for dinner about thousands of times so let's just treat it like a normal dinner of ours yea?" He suggests.

"Sorry, H, can't do that" She states and he frowns, tilting his head to ask why. "Well, let's map this out shall we?" He chuckles and nods. "As you've said, we've been to dinner thousands of times but before tonight, they've all been innocent right? Whereas tonight, we both know that there are feelings involved and that just changes everything" She uses her hands to exaggerate her point.

"It does, doesn't it?" He smiles, "so do you have a better plan?" he asks.

"I most definitely do not" She chuckles and his loud laughter streams through her ears, making her smile widen.

"Let's just relax yea?" He offers.

"How the hell can I do that when we're finally on a fucking date" She says crudely and he smiles.

"Finally?" He teases.

"Yea finally" She says confidently, "babe, I've been pining over you for years, every single person around us knows that and m'sorry, you can't possibly be that blind to not realise it" She finishes as he watches her talk fondly.

"Babe?" He smirks and she rolls her eyes.

"That's the only thing you got from that?"

"Of course not. But you could've asked me out" He counters and she raises her eyebrows.

"Touché" She nods, "but there's no use dwelling on the past yea? We're here now"

"Finally" He teases and she bursts out laughing, throwing her head back and her eyes scrunched closed, one of his favourite things about her.

As Steve makes his way back over to them, Rachel shifts in her seat uncomfortably and Harry notices it, moving to the seat next to her instead of the one across from her. She turns to him with a grateful smile.

"Here's your wine" Steve pours the wine into the glasses, eyes trained on Rachel, now even making Harry uncomfortable. "why'd you switch seats?" He asks Harry.

"I prefer being next to my girlfriend than across from her" Harry answers for them, grabbing her hand and placing a kiss on the back to further prove his point. "We're not ready to order our food" Harry bites out.

"Could you give us a few minutes please?" Rachel finishes for Harry and the waiter nods before walking away. "Creepy dude" She whispers once he's further away.

"I could ask for another waiter?" He offers and she shakes her head.

"He's not gonna bother us, he'll jus serve us and tha's it" She states, realising her hand is still in his. She likes it a lot. "So girlfriend huh?" She teases and he shakes his head, playing with her hand in his.

"Soon" he states and her eyes widen. "Oi don't be so surprised babe, this is happening" He gestures between the two with his pointer finger.

"Oh is it now?" She teases and he chuckles, nodding proudly.

"One hundred percent positive that this is going to happen" He says and she blushes.

"I'd like that" She says softly and he smiles.

"Now, I know we're meant to be out for our first date but I'm kinda hating the waiter and I could go for some of your famous tomato soup" He states and she nods in agreement.

"Let's do it" She smiles happily.

"Did you drive here?" He asks and she shakes her head. "C'mon, my car's outside"

"Bowie?" She asks about her favourite car of his excitedly and he chuckles, nodding. "Are you sure Gemma didn't tell you it was me coming?" She teases and he chuckles, kissing her head before helping her up. He places some bills onto the table and she stares at him as if she's saying that he didn't have to pay.

"Gotta pay for our first date" He states as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.

"Thank you" She kisses his cheek and he blushes.

"M'hopin you'll land one of em on my lips tonight" He teases and she laughs.

"If you do everything right, might have to"

"Tempting"

"Not just tempting baby" She winks and he gasps.

"Baby, I like it" He teases and she laughs. "Now c'mon before I give all these people a show" He grabs her hand and leads the laughing girl through the restaurant.

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"So you two are dating?" Jaz asks the two as they sit across from her and Joe a few weeks later.

In those few weeks, Harry and Rachel had been having the time of their lives. After their first date, they spent almost every night together, either at her house or at his and they had completely fallen for each other. From cuddling on the couch watching reruns of The Office (Rachel's favourite show and even though it isn't Harry's, he'd watch anything for her) to cooking dinner with each other, they have been inseparable. With many cheek/ head kisses here and there and nothing more, yet. But they have yet to label anything.

There was never a conversation between the two as to where they stand, neither felt and feel pressured to label what they are and they're happy about it. They both like each other, loads and that's all that matters.

"Basically" Harry states confidently and Rachel raises an eyebrow teasingly.

"Basically?" She teases and he shrugs with a blush.

"I'd like to think"

"So do I" She smiles, him leaning in to kiss her head.

"Yea, you're gonna have to give me a few to get used to... this" Joe says with a grimace, gesturing to Harry and Rachel.

"Don't be such a dick!" Jaz swats his chest. "They're adorable"

Harry is quick to change the subject to something about Joe's work instead of their relationship, whatever it is at the moment. The group of four enjoy their dinner together, chatting away aimlessly like always, most of them forgetting about the shift in the group between Harry and Rachel. But then, as they all exit the restaurant, Harry's hand in her's as they quietly discuss what movie they'll be watching in bed that night, Joe speaks up.

"Almost forgot about this" He gestures to the two of them again.

"You say it like it's a bad thing, mate" Harry chuckles, Rachel leaning into Harry's embrace for warmth.

"Do you think it's a bad thing?" Rachel asks nervously.

"It doesn't have to do with me, does it?" He states with a smile. "Imma jus have to get used ta it" He shrugs.

"Yea, you will" Harry smirks down at Rachel. "So, same time next week?" He asks.

"Come to us next week? I'll make the Alfredo pasta y'all love" Jaz suggests and everyone nods eagerly.

"Love you guys" Rachel gives them both hugs, Harry following her lead before they all go their separate ways.

"D'you think this is weird?" Harry asks on their drive back to his home, his hand in hers as he drives.

"What?" She asks, turning to him with a soft expression.

"Us. Is it weird?" He asks and she frowns.

"I don't think so" She shakes her head. "I mean" She takes a pause to figure out the right words to use. "I guess where Joe's comin from, he's seeing his best friend and his little sister get all cozy"

"Get all cozy?" Harry laughs.

"You know what I mean" She scoffs. "Like, in the beginning of it, on our first date we also found it weird but now because we've been doing this for a while, we're used to it" She states.

"I get that" He nods, "D'ya think your mum will be alright with it?"

"H, baby, she adores you" She chuckles. "I don't think there is anyone she'd rather I be with"

"I think my mum would say the same" He hums in agreement.

"Yea, I think she would" She smiles.

"Alright, no need to brag, we both know you're me mum's favourite" He chuckles.

They chat a bit throughout the drive, eventually getting back to Harry's and getting ready for bed. Now, Rachel has spent many a night at Harry's and has left multiple things over 'accidentally' like her toothbrush, some pyjamas or even a pack of makeup wipes. So as they both get ready for bed next to one another in Harry's en-suite, he can't help but point it out excitedly.

"You should just move in" he teases and she laughs.

"Slow down baby" She pats his chest, "but do remind me to bring over my skincare next time, these makeup wipes are doing nothing for my skin" She grins, showing him all her teeth as she walks into his room, making him swoon as he follows her.

"You know" He states as he takes off his shirt, handing it to her to put on (a request of her's on the first night she stayed over and had become their routine whenever they stayed together). She hums as she slips the shirt over her bra, taking it off from under the shirt. "We've never kissed each other"

"Haven't we?" She teases with wide eyes and a gasp and he chuckles, rolling his eyes as he gets into the bed next to her.

"We've been together for a few weeks now, I think it's time" He says seriously.

"You do?" She raises an eyebrow.

"What do you think?" He asks and she shrugs.

"I think this could go very badly" She teases as she shuffles closer to him. "What if you're a terrible kisser and all my pinning was for nothing?" She carefully wraps her arms around his neck. "Or what if I'm a bad kisser? Oh no this is make-it or break-it" She whispers because of their proximity.

"Oh shut up already" Harry puts his hands on her cheeks, taking a breath of a second to look into her eyes, making sure she's okay with it. He then leans in, softly placing his lips on hers and she reacts immediately, leaning into him and wrapping her hands around his neck to play with his hair at the nape of his neck. What starts soft and innocent turns passionate when she boldly licks his lip, and he accepts her invitation by opening his mouth for her. Neither want to break away from the kiss, both feeling like they are floating, but they do need to breathe.

"Are you gonna leave me now?" Harry teases, breathless.

"Yea, that sucked" She begins to get out of the bed and Harry pulls her back into him, making them both laugh before she kisses him again and again and again.

"You're a little shit yea?" He smiles after they pull away, brushing a piece of her hair behind her shoulder.

"Your little shit?" She pouts at him, teasingly and he shakes his head with a light chuckle.

"Yea, my little shit"

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