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Media - Mamma Mia Here We Go Again Character - (Young) Harry Bright Couple - Harry X Reader Reader - Y/n (Childhood Friend) Rating - 15 Word Count - 1359

Harry was pouting.

He had been pouting for weeks now, it was somewhat understandable for him to be pouting but still.

It had been an utter whirlwind, He’d left home against the advice of his family and toured with his band, but after a while of touring he abandoned his band to chase after a girl he had got caught up with, He’d met this girl on their tour and decided on a whim to follow her to a small greek island just to be with her.

He left the island briefly to contact his father, asking for money to buy a ring and start a life with this girl. Of course, his father was not thrilled about this, but after a remarkably long debate, he agreed to send the money over. Harry bought a beautiful ring and returned to the Greek island to find his love, but… she was gone.

His love was gone, off with some other man. She had promised to wait for him… and she hadn’t even bothered to wait a month for him. It had utterly shattered his heart.

So with no money, no bandmates, no lover. He did the only thing he realistically could do. Found his way home to his father’s door, tail between his legs.

His father was… of course furious! At first, he wanted nothing to do with Harry. But after alot of convincing and pleading, His father allowed Harry back into his old bedroom and got him a basic job in the mail room of his company.

Today he had his one day off, so he went out to spend the afternoon with his old friend Y/n.

They were neighbours as kids and school friends, she’d been the responsible of the two and went on her Oxford scholarship while Harry went off with his band. And now had a job in an editing office. She was probably his best friend, and now one of the only people who wasn’t angry with him.

They walked the park together, side by side along the path in the gentle spring sun.

Harry wore his torn-up jeans, sneakers, and leather jacket as usual. Y/n wore her small boots, a long plaid skirt and a fluffy jumper with a leather messenger bag over her shoulder.

“I… I just don’t get it. She seemed so perfect. She was smart, funny, we love the same music, she’s so pretty… I thought she was the one.”

“Harry. Darling. You knew her for a week.”

He scoffed, “Yeah… but it was the best week of my life.”

“Thanks.” she laughed, “As the person who’s been hanging around with you since you were born, that’s great to hear.” she joked,

“You know, you’ll always be my favourite girl.” he laughed, giving her shoulder a nudge, “No girl I met in Paris is going to replace you.” He said sincerely,

“Damn right, I am.” She joked, “Besides, Island hookups are alot like your coffee.”

“… It Keeps me wanting to live, changes my outlook on life and lets me never live the same again,”

“No. It’s fucking close to water.”

“…My coffee isn’t that bad!”

“So? What’s the plan now you settled home? Surely you don’t plan to linger around your father’s mail room the rest of your life.”

“I have no idea…” He sighed, “I feel like everything just… feels empty now. Music, work, I feel like maybe it’s time… for something more stable.”

She hummed, “Give up on your dreams, get a wife, a mortgage, two kids, a dog, work a dead-end job till you retire and rot in a leather chair.”

He grimaced, “God you make it sound so depressing…”

“That’s because it is.” She nodded,

“I just… I don’t know, No idea what I want out of life, I thought the band would be it, then her, now my dad’s just getting on at me, I feel like I have no purpose.”

“You can’t build so much of your value around other people Harry,” She told him, “Not your band, not your girlfriend, not your father. You. You have to live this life, you have to make these decisions,” she said pinching his cheek,

“I Know…” he sighed, pushing her hand away. “It’s just a hell of alot easier said than done,”

“Well, it’s that or go back to the sandbox for the rest of your life.”

“Yeah,” He laughed, “Go back to playing toys and Pirates.”

“And peeking up girls skirts.”

He playfully shoved her arm, “Hey! Shut it you.” He joked, “I have never peeked up a skirt.”

“Sure you haven’t.” She laughed, “Come on, you can come back to my flat for dinner, maybe we can find something to cheer your depressed butt up.”

“Ooooh inviting me to your flat?”

“Grow up.” She told him, “We’re adults, you can come for tea whenever not like we need to ask permission.” She leant up and playfully kissed Harry’s cheek, “You coming or not?” she asked as she headed down the street.

“I’m behind you, I’m behind you,” he muttered stuffing his hands in his pockets and hurrying after her,

Once arriving at Y/n’s small city studio apartment, She kicked off her boots and tossed her jumper onto her bed revealing the small vest top she’d worn below it. “Coffee? Tea? Or do you still need chocolate Milk?” She asked,

“Tea, Please. Chocolate milk does some… unsavoury things to me nowadays.”

“Oh it always did you were just too young to care,” She laughed,

Y/n made them each a cup of tea and brought it over to the small table by the window, she sat down and grabbed a small tin opened it up grabbed a pre-rolled cigarette, lit it and started to smoke.

Harry took a brief moment, when he looked at her. After all, they’d known one another their whole lives… seeing her like this wasn’t new but… he did rather like looking at her. He looked her up and down a couple of times, he barely believed he was looking at Y/n. He hadn’t been away from her for that long had he? So much about her had changed, and… he rather thought it all suited her. She’d aged like a wine, and he was rather curious for a sip to see what else she could be hiding. He sat down across from her and took a small sip of his tea, “When did you start smoking?”

“A few months ago,” She shrugged, “All the girls at work do it, They all get the extra break so why not me? And I miss all the gossip they discuss out there.” She offered it to him,

He slowly took it and had a drag off it but he coughed and spluttered handing it back,

“So, something for you to find purpose in.”

“Yeah…” He cleared his throat,

"And we want to avoid music?"

"My dad hates it. It's not stable… and… makes me think about… her." he admits,

"Alright, maybe stay in the creative realm…" She nodded, “Painting? Maybe Drawing or graphic design?”

“I can’t even draw a stick figure.”

“Who said you had to be good at it?”

“Nah…”

“Alright, Colouring?”

“I’m not ten.”

“I colour, it’s fun. Very calming.”

“Maybe as a relaxing thing but… I want like a hobby.”

“Reading?”

“Ehh not much of a reader, or writer, can’t keep my attention long enough,”

“Why not go to the gym twice a week and make that your whole personality?”

“You always took the piss out of gym rats.”

“And if you became one, I’d make fun of you too.” She nodded taking another drag, and offering it to him again,

He took it and had a much slower drag, “Well then what else do you suggest?”

“Photography? Lots of travel, quiet, fun end result.”

“Photography… I do like taking pictures…” he nodded blowing the smoke and handing it back to her,

“You can take my old camera if you want,”

“You are too good to me,”

“Yeah well, got a soft spot for your dumb butt.” she smiled tussling his hair, as she got up to go look for it, “It’s under my bed I’ll grab it for you. You’ll need some new film though no clue how much is in it.”

“I’ll give it a sort out,” He nodded taking another drag of her cigarette, “Thanks Y/n.” He smiled as she handed over the small camera,

“You’re welcome, Just have to let me buy a print of your first nice picture.”

“I will, I promise.” He nodded,

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