y/n likes harry. so does y/f/n. so who’s going to be the first one to break the girl code?
Shook, as the kids would say, couldn’t even begin to cover exactly how you were feeling in this moment. It was almost as if your brain had short-circuited, and the only thing you were capable of doing was to gawk at Harry and Y/F/N.
“I would ask you to take a picture so it’ll last longer, but I’m not sure I’m very comfortable knowing that you would have pictures of my boyfriend on your phone.” Y/F/N raised an eyebrow, turning back to mutter something to Harry before she was trotting her merry way back over to you. (If it was helpful, you were still frozen in your ‘What sin am I witnessing with my own two eyes?’ state.)
“I… How… What…?” After about ten more seconds of your malfunctioning, you turned to Y/F/N for some kind of explanation. Y/F/N was busy wiping down the countertops, humming to herself as she spritzed the cleaning solution onto the counter.
“You know, you should be thanking me. Wiping down the countertops is your job, according to the chore chart that I came up with.” (Most of the chores on Y/F/N’s little chore chart had your name written underneath it. You never really understood why she was in a higher position than you.) “How about we go to the break room and read the chart? I’ll teach you how to read it so you can actually be on top of everything and not lose your job.” The next thing you knew, Y/F/N was dragging you to the back, greeting a couple people as you two weaved through the weight-lifting area.
When did this happen? How did this happen? And most importantly, why did this happen? Harry and Y/F/N were not a good pair. Harry was charming, sweet, funny… And to put it as nicely as possible, Y/F/N was a mess. This wasn’t fair! Out of all the people in the world, why did Harry have to choose her? Sure, you sounded like the pettiest person alive right now, but… It just didn’t add up! Harry never seemed to like her before, so what the hell changed??
“All you have to do is find your name. I’m pretty sure you’re capable of reading, but if you’re not, we can go over the alphabet-”
“I’m going to fucking fight you, you bitch.” Considering how calm you were with delivering that graceful threat, Y/F/N had to admit she was a little concerned.
“I’m not sure I know what you’re talking about.”
“What else could I be talking about?!” You snapped, feeling the rage begin to build up inside of you. “I’m sick of this friendship, I’m sick of you! Our relationship has been like this for as long as I can remember. It’s always been so one-sided, where you take and take, and I give and give, and there’s never anything left for me! When I want something you always brush it under the rug! If I need advice from you, you tell me to suck it up and keep moving! You call it ‘tough love’, but the truth is, it’s not! It’s just you being a proper bitch!” You exclaimed, Y/F/N clearly taken aback by your outburst. “You never do anything for me! When something good happens to me, you’re never happy! You just become petty and conjure something up that’ll bring attention to you!”
“You already knew I liked Harry. I told you to back off.” Y/F/N seethed, poking at your chest and yelping when you smacked it away harshly.
“You also knew I liked Harry. So we could have sat down and had a proper, adult conversation about the problem instead of turning this into a whole high-school drama situation!”
“I didn’t turn this into a high school drama situation, you’re the one who’s freaking out about everything.” Y/F/N shrugged, turning to write something on the whiteboard. “And because of this, you’ll be expecting some negative comments on your monthly progress report.” She hummed, scribbling your name under more chores. You didn’t even bother responding - All you could think about was how you could stand this demon spawn for so long.
“I just don’t understand how it happened.” You breathed out, reaching up to rub at your temples. Christ, she was giving you a killer migraine.
“You don’t seem to understand a lot of things, so I’m not surprised.” Okay, that was it. That was the last straw.
“Fine. I guess I’ll just have to ask Harry myself. I’m sure he can come up with a more logical explanation as to why he’s dating the living embodiment of Satan.” The sound of your hand smacking against the table echoed in the room before you got up, taking note of the sudden panic that took over the once smug expression on Y/F/N’s face.
“Our relationship is none of your business.” Y/F/N cleared her throat, clicking the cap back on the marker.
“Oh, it isn’t? But I’d love to get to know the person who’s dating my dearest friend in the entire world. You know how much I love listening to first date stories. Unless… There’s something you’re not telling me? You’re starting to look as red as the whiteboard marker.” You began edging towards the door, Y/F/N doing the same thing. “Because I couldn’t help but notice the way Harry grimaced when you leaned in for a kiss earlier. It’s pretty funny that- Oh, hey Harry!” You looked over Y/F/N’s shoulder with a friendly smile, Y/F/N whipping around to see- Nothing. Wait, what? Harry wasn’t- She turned back around, about to ask you what the hell you were talking about when she realized - You were nowhere in sight, and the door was now closed. And then she heard your voice.
“Harry! Why don’t we have a little chat?”
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