for liz and ducky <3
pairings: elizarry, ducky styles ft. ducksheeran rating: pg words: 497
'Liz! Fucking hell, it was Liz of all people!' Harry's mind was screaming as he looked at the dark blonde haired woman who was looking forlornly at her coffee that has ended up on the ground. Harry blinked a couple times before he realized he should probably be apologizing for fucking up.
"Sorry, I'm so sorry," he apologized, Liz lifting her head a bit to look at him directly. Her eyes were more blue than gray (she hadn't been sleeping well), she was wearing red lipstick ("It's a bold shade, Harold. Makes me feel good," she'd excused with a wide smile) and her leather jacket was thrown over a pink sweater, a black scarf with skulls on it around her neck (Grimmy would fucking love her ensemble). She looked him over a couple times before she opened her mouth.
"Have we met before?" She finally asked, giving him a confused gaze. Harry's lips pulled into a slight smile on their own accord.
"No, I don't think so. You just, uh, look familiar. Can I get you another coffee, I'm so sorry for that," he apologized again, Liz's features softening. He wanted to reach out and stroke over her soft cheek with his thumb, wishing the world hadn't played this awful trick.
"Yeah, okay. That'd be nice. And it's okay, it happens," she granted, even though Harry knew Liz hated when her coffee was intercepted, especially if it was a pumpkin spice (it was the season and he knew Liz would buy as many as she could before they were gone, alternate universe or not).
He swept out an arm, pointing her back to the coffee shop, getting a little smile out of her despite the awful, horrible joke the universe had played on him.
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Harry narrowed his eyes, letting his wine splash around his glass a bit as he swirled it around in his hand. Nick came over to him, leaning into his space to look in the direction Harry's green eyes were gazing.
"You're looking at Duck again," Nick mentioned. Harry made a noncommitable noise, but didn't take his eyes from where he was watching her. "You know you're actually friends with him, right?" Nick reminded him, watching Ducky and Ed spin around on the dancefloor.
"I just-" Harry didn't even bother finishing his sentence. He couldn't see what she saw in him. Well, to be quite honest, he did, he just didn't want to.
"It's Sarah and Niall's wedding, can you are least pretend you're excited about being here on the happiest day of their lives?" Nick suggested, prompting Harry to look over at the happy couple. "And if it bothers you so much, ask her to dance or something. Ducky wouldn't say no to you."
"Her boyfriend would," Harry answered shortly, making Nick shake his head.
"If that's what you're worried about, you shouldn't be. He's not her boyfriend, Harold," Nick told him before turning and walking towards the happy couple, leaving Harry perplexed and curious.