#ph-1 scenario

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concert date

pairing: harry x reader

warnings: none

summary: reader books tickets for them to attend the reader's favorite artist's concert; but harry does not enjoy the concert one bit.

notes: jealousy, fluff.

this is practically my first imagine, and it may be cringey. also i did not specify the artist performing, I'll leave that up to you :')

you woke up feeling giddy and excited. it will be a good day after all. you're going to (a/n) concert for the first time after being a fan for so many years. you've convinced your beloved boyfriend to come along as well, wanting to enjoy this important moment of your life with him. the concert is in a few hours, and you both agreed on having brunch before going to the concert hall. you dressed in an oversized white dress shirt with a beige cardigan over it, and black pleated pants.

as you sipped your macchiato, sitting on your kitchen stool, you heard the phone ring. you answered quickly, almost too quickly "come on out pretty lady, im waiting outside" harry said and you could feel his smile. you collect your things and make your way to his newly owned car, surprised that he still hasn't scratched it yet. he was leaning on the passengers door, looking like a huge fluff ball with his oversized black sweater and jeans. the glasses he was wearing added points to his cute look. his duality always surprised you, how could he look so cute but hot at the same time? you went up to him, giving him a kiss on his cheek, then embraced him in a warm hug. "i missed you" you said, "i've been away for only 13 hours and you miss me already?" harry said with a slight smirk looking down at you; as you were fairly shorter than him. "let's go?" he said as he opened the door for you "thank you, gentleman" you said with a smile "ofcourse, m'lady".

during the ride you put on songs that will be performed in the concert, feeling the rush of excitement rush through you. "you're that excited, huh?" harry said while glancing at you, grinning at the expression you're making: doe eyes, a wide smile, looking so adorable that he wanted to kiss you right there. you reach the concert venue, sighing at the long line of people waiting to check in. holding hands, you make your way to the end of the line. "let's see how great this artist is in live performances..." harry trailed off. he heard their songs numerous times, because you always put them on, feeling instantly happier. come to think of it, you listen to them more than to his music. harry involuntarily tightens his hold of your hand. you look at him "babe..? what's wrong?" harry comes back from the train of his thoughts and looks at you, "oh..sorry, i was lost in my thoughts for a second there" he tried to give you a small smile; but something was bothering him. you give him a funny look, deciding to let it go for now.

by the time you checked in and got to your seats, music videos were already playing on the big screen. everyone in the concert hall was singing along, including you. as you looked at harry, you noticed that he was in a daze. "ever since we've reached the venue, your mind has been somewhere else; did something happen?" harry turned to you, feeling slightly surprised "hm? nothing's wrong love, im just feeling a bit tired. maybe it's because of the heavy brunch we had earlier" he gave you a small smile. you did not buy what he said, so you cupped his cheeks and brought his face closer to you; "hmm what's wrong bub? did i do something?" harry ignored what you said, and closed the distance between you two, putting his hand on the side of your face, kissing you softly but with slight dominance. you kissed back, hands finding their way to the back of his hair, getting lost in the moment. after a few minutes, you both pulled away, catching your breath. you smiled at each other, looking deep into each other's eyes.

just then, fireworks were shooting into the air, signaling the start of the show. screams can be heard miles away from the hall. you were seated on the left side of the stage, in the ground seats, close enough to the stage to see the artist clearly. you were screaming the lyrics, jumping excitedly in your seat, having the time of your life. all this while, harry was staring at you, having not seen this side of you; wondering how many more he hasn't seen yet. he could see the artist glancing at you from time to time. and you would fangirl everytime it happened. "they're not even that good..." he mumbled. he was sulking at this point. he was jealous, very jealous of the artist on the stage right now. he was eager for the concert to end, for him to be the one to take you home, to confirm that you're his, and only his.

after set-lists of songs, encore stages, the concert came to an end. harry wanted to drag you out of there as fast as he can; but a person coming up to him stopped him. "miss?" you looked towards the source of the sound, "are you talking...to me?" the stranger replied with a yes and told you something that left you shocked. "(a/n) really liked your energy today, and wanted to thank you personally backstage." you could not believe what you heard. the stranger turns out to be his body-guard; as he led you to (a/n) room backstage. harry had come along, getting ready to pull out a few punches if the artist tried to make a move. you knocked on the door, and heard a voice from the inside telling you to come in. you stood there, in pure awe and admiration for the person standing infront of you. "i loved your performances today, you were amazing" they smiled and harry could've sworn he saw them smirk. "im y/n, and im a huge fan". the artist then replied "it's nice to meet you, y/n, and i'm glad you liked my performance today" he continued "you're really pretty, by the way". he was clearly smirking now. "thank you" was all that you said. all this time, harry felt invisible in the room, and kept glaring at them. "i think we clicked instantly, and I would like to take you out to lunch, maybe?" you looked at him, shocked. they then gave you their phone and continued, "if you could put in your number, i would love to talk about us in a calmer place, just the two of us". that's when harry lost it. he could not take any of it anymore, and he wanted to plunge at him for even daring to ask you out on a date. he was walking towards them until you spoke up. "im a huge fan of your music and your voice, but i never said that i was interested in you as a love interest. the fact that you ignored my man who's standing right beside me is rude enough, so for you to dare and ask me out on a date is over the top." you threw the phone on the sofa beside you, glared at him, and then took harry's hand in yours and made your way to the exit.

harry was driving you home and he could feel the tension in the air. "im sorry" he heard you say. he glanced at you, and you looked at him"i was not aware that this might be his intention, and you had to see all of that unfold before you. im sure you were hurt, i didn't mean for this to happen." tears well up in your eyes so you looked away from him, busying yourself with the outside view. he interlocked his free hand with yours, whispering reassuring phrases; "it's okay baby, i know you did not mean for this to happen, he was the jerk here, it's not your fault." you reached the apartment and as soon as harry opened the door for you and you got out, he pulled you into his arms. he held you tightly, rubbing small circles on the small of your back. that's when you couldn't hold back your tears any longer, and let it all out. you were so disappointed; the person you listened to for comfort was strikingly different than the person you met today. you were emotionally devastated.

after a while, you stopped crying but was still holding him close to you. harry pulled away, cupping your face while wiping strayed tears away with his thumb. he then kissed the top of your head, your nose, your cheeks, and looked at your lips. that's when you pulled him from the hem of his sweater, kissing him. the kiss was not like any other, no lust involved, just pure love and appreciation. you both pulled away, smiling. he rested his forehead on yours. "i love you...so much. i love you (y/n)." you couldn't contain your huge grin, giving him a kiss on his cheek, you said "i love you, harry."

harry intended to go back to his apartment, but you dragged him into yours for more cuddles and movies.

a/n: i don't know how to feel about this one, but i kinda like it c: i hope y'all like it ♡

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In love with my best friend 💗 - PH-1 chapter 5

Genre: Everything (angst/fluff/ romance/etc)

Main characters: Y/N (reader), PH-1/ Harry

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4 months ago, 6 universities decided to do a big event that showcased the student’s art works, fashion shows, music, food, dance and many more. It was an open invite, not just for the students of the 6 universities, but it was for anyone that was aged 18 and over. It was a 6-day event and it required anyone that attended, had to city hop, as every city had a different fixed event. Day 6 was the last day. It was a day specifically made for music and Harry was invited to be a performer at the concert. While performing, a girl caught his eyes and that girl happened to be Kimberly. She was watching him closely while he performed, her look was interesting. Interesting enough to make Harry chase her and ask for her number. Which is weird, considering that Harry had turned down all the hottest girls of his home city. Kimberly lives 4 hours away from Harry’s university but from his home city, its further as it is 8hrs away from each other meaning that they have a long-distance relationship.

~Present time~

-          “Where the heck is Y/N? its been two days since I last saw her.” Harry says while looking for Y/N around his shared apartment, confused.

-          “Why are you so worried about her? She’s grown. I’m she can find her way around. She’s probably at home or something. Who knows” Kimberly says unbothered, while filing texting someone on her phone.

-          “Why are you so nonchalant about this? It doesn’t matter if she is “grown” or not, she should have at least called me. What if something went wrong? What if she’s lost? We never even got to see her leave.”

-          “I’m sure she’s fine babe. So, can you stop talking about her? Can you at least pay attention to me for today? I leave in 2 hours” Kimberley says while being irritated.

-          “I pay attention to you all the time. What are you taking about? How do you want me to act when my best friend is missing?” Harry says, angrily.

-          “You know what? I don’t want to have this conversation anymore. I’m going out for a walk. Bye”.  She walks out the apartment and slams the door behind her.

-          “This girl is fucking crazy.” Harry says to himself as he shakes his head.

*Buzz…..buzz*

Harry stops what he was doing. He looks around and notices that Its Kimberley’s phone. She must have forgotten to take it with her. He walks towards the phone and picks it up, it’s a message. He opens the chat and witnessed things that he never thought he would.

He scrolled through the messages between Kimberley and Jason, and it seems that their relationship is serious. They have been in an on and off relationship for two years and has even met his parents and friends. She was playing both of them, as Jason knows nothing about Harry. He had also looked through messages of her and her best friend Leah and noticed that she told her friend that she doesn’t really like Harry but is only with him because he has clout and potential to become a big rapper and when she does become a bigger rapper, she will then learn to love him. Not to mention, she is also the reason why he can’t get a hold of Y/N. Furious, Harry’s face goes red as he throws Kimberley’s phone on the bed. He storms into the shared living room space and sits on the sofa and impatiently waiting for Kimberley to come back while unblocking Y/N on social media and messaging his mother for Y/N’s number. When Kimberley opened the door, she could sense that there was something wrong with Harry.

-          “What’s up with you? Why are you angry?” She says with her eyebrows raised.

-          “Why am I angry? Why do you think that I’m angry?”

-          “Oh Gosh, are you still angry because of what I said earlier? Because of me wanting attention from you?” she chuckles and says “Get over it” as she aggressively pushes Harry out of the way.

-          “Kimberley. Never in your life put your hands on me. Ever.”

-          “And what are you going to do if I don’t want to?”

-          “Get out. I’ve had enough.” Harry says, whilst trying to calm himself.

-          “No, why should I?” she says defensively.

-          “Who is Jason? Who is Jason, huh?”

-          “What are you talking about? You’re so annoying.”

-          “Why do you hate Y/N so much? What did she ever do to you? Why did you want to slap my friend?”

-          “Is that what that bitch told you? That makes no sense” Kimberley says, as she is starting to sweat.

-          “I beg your pardon. Bitch? Don’t call her that. Y/N didn’t tell me anything. You know why? Its because you blocked her from all my socials and deleted her number from my phone.”

-          “WHAT? I would never! Stop accusing me of shit that I haven’t done and stop talking about this Jason or whatever. You sound crazy” Kimberley says as she acts surprised that he has found out about blocking Y/N on social media.

-          “You would never? Okay, cool. Sit down and stay here for a bit, I’ll be right back”

Harry then goes into his room and takes Kimberly’s phone. He then comes back and takes his phone out of his pocket and starts dialling a number. Kimberley was just sat on the sofa, looking very confused and scared, as she didn’t know what was going on and who he is trying to call. Y/N finally picks up the phone and Harry puts her on speaker.

-          “Hello?” Y/N says.

Kimberly’s eyes widened.  Harry is making small talk with Y/N before he gets right into the main reason that he called.

-          “Is it true that Kim purposely made you sit away from us at the theatres?” He asked.

-          “Yeah, wasn’t it obvious Harry?” Y/N laughs nervously.

-          “Oh wow” Harry says, with a lot of regret as he puts his hand on his head.

-          “I didn’t know how to say this to you at all, but Kimberley didn’t like me from the get-go. It was almost like I did something to her. I tried my best to be nice to her because she is your girlfriend, but she just didn’t care to be nice to me at all.”

-          “Wow” He says while being disappointed in himself.

-          “Oh, if I’ve said anything offensive, I’m honestly so sorry. I mean, she is your girlfriend after all. I hope what I have said isn’t going to offend the both of you and negatively impact your relationship” Y/N says, nervously.

-          “So, she really did try to slap you, huh? She tried to lay hands on you, didn’t she?” He sighs, defeated.

-          “Wait. How-who told you this?”

-          “Kimberley left her phone at home while she went out for a walk and her phone buzzed so I went through her message thinking that it might have been her mom or some sort of emergency, but it turned out that it was a message from her best friend. She admitted to trying to slap you. She was also messaging her boyfriend of two years, Jason. Saying how much she misses him and that she can’t wait to go back home. Right Kimberley?”  Harry says as he looks at her with fire in his eyes.

-          “Omg, Is Kimberley there? Harry I’m so sorry. I don’t even know what to say.”

-          “No, don’t be. I should be the one apologising to you because of your experience here. A best friend should never act the way that I acted towards you. Y/N I am so sorry and Kimberley, its over. So, get out of my sight.”

All Y/N could say through the phone was “OMG” because she could hear Kimberley crying and Harry’s voice wavering while kicking Kimberley out of his apartment and Kimberley saying no to Harry kicking her out.

-          “Fine. Since you don’t want to leave, I will. When I come back, you better not be here, or I will call your boyfriend Jason to drag you out of here.”

-          “HARRY WHERE ARE YOU GOING? YOU BETTER NOT GO TO THAT BITCH!” Kimberley shouts while crying.

-          “I told you to never call her a bitch, ever. Leave before I come back.” Harry says as he packs his bag.

-          “No, PH-1, don’t go. Just stay here. I’ll break it off with Jason then. Huh? Babe, please listen to me. I love you” Kimberley desperately says.

Harry then looks at Kimberley one last time as she was pleading for Harry to stay with her. She had tears and mascara running down on her face, snot was dripping from her nose. She was a mess. He shook his head and slammed the door behind him. After he slammed the door, he could hear Kimberly scream-shouting and what seems like her throwing her things in the apartment.

-          “Harry. Harry, you forgot to hang up. Where are you even going at this time? Are you okay? is Kimberley okay?” Y/N says with worry in her voice.

-          “I don’t care about her anymore. I’m coming.” He says while panting.

-          “Coming where Harry? You’re worrying me” She says confused.

-          “I’m coming home. I’m going to moms house.”

-          “Harry no, its too late. Just go a friend’s house or a nearby hotel. I don’t want you doing long drives while you’re angry. It’s dangerous.”

-          “Its okay, I promise I’ll be fine. Ill message you when I get home”

 ~ 2 hours later~

As soon as Y/N opened the door, Harry handed her a box of chocolates and an “I’m sorry” card and then pulls her into a hug. Out of shock, Y/N accidently drops her card and her chocolates.

“Y/N listen. I’m so, so, so sorry for acting the way that I have. A true friend would never ignore their best friend or put them what I put you through. I really hope that you forgive me. If you don’t, I’ll still be fine with it. I was a jerk after all. I won’t pressure you into forgiving me, so I’ll let you go back to bed. Goodnight”

He then pulls away from the hug, crosses the road and goes to his mom’s house. Y/N was speechless from everything that she had witnessed. As soon as Harry got let into his moms house, she picked up her card and chocolates from the floor and then went back into her house.

Will their friendship ever be restored?

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In love with my best friend 💗 - PH-1 chapter 4

Genre: Everything (angst/fluff/ romance/etc)

Main characters: Y/N (reader), PH-1/ Harry

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Back home before Harry left for university, Harry and I would always go to the theatres to watch movies. He bought tickets for us to watch “Bad boys for life” at 4:30pm but its 4pm and Kimberly is still at Harry’s house. I wouldn’t mind her being here and going to the movies with us if she was at least nice to me, but she isn’t. When me and harry would talk to each other, she makes sure that the conversation shifts to her, its like she really doesn’t want me to be here and it’s making me feel uncomfortable. I just wish that Harry could see that. Time is up and we decide to leave for the movies. Harry offered to drive us in his car, but I insist to drive instead because I knew Kimberley was going to be making remarks like “the girlfriend should always sit in the passenger seat, next to her boyfriend” and quite frankly, I didn’t want to hear it. As soon as she looks at my car, she already had something to say.

-          “So, this is the car that you want us to ride in? Jesus Christ, we should have just called an Uber” she torts out loud and obnoxiously

-          “Why don’t we ride in your car then, since mine isn’t good enough for you.” I defend myself and my car.

-          “Y/N, Kimberley doesn’t have a car. She doesn’t even have a license yet” Harry says silently as he nudges me to be quiet.

I laugh silently when I heard that. My car has 5 doors and 4 wheels and its not a crappy car so what’s the matter with that? Even if it was a crappy car, it does what it needs to do and takes me to places so what’s the issue? I unlock my car and I get in. Just when harry is about to open the door to sit in the passenger seat, Kimberly rushes to harry and pulls him to the back so that they could sit together. I know I said this already but I’m really Harry’s uber driver, aren’t I? first I deliver his food, and now this? Laughable. We get to the movies and Kimberley begs harry to buy her a ticket. Finally, we get into the theatre and I was thinking that because me and Kimberley don’t know each other AND she just hates me off rip, it would be sensible for Harry to sit in between us but nope, Kimberley decided to let a group of four find seats before her and Harry. While all of this was happening, I thought that both Harry and Kimberley were behind me and because of that, I end up sitting by myself and have 5 strangers (including Kimberley) sit between me and harry. I didn’t even get to watch the movie properly because all I could think about was the fun me and Harry could have had. I even started to question why I even took time off from work to come here.

A few hours later, the movie ended. Harry planned that we go bowling and to a pizza place, but Kimberley didn’t want to do that. She had other plans instead, so we went back home. Harry and started to feel very hungry and so we went into the fridge and took out the food that auntie made. Harry happened to have ingredients that should be eaten with the side dishes that his mother made, so he asked Kimberley if she could wash and make the rice while he fried eggs and peeled some potatoes.

-          “I’m not your maid for you to be asking me to wash the rice. Do it yourself.” she says while folding her arms with a ferocious expression spread across her face.

-          “Kim, just help me this once. I’m already peeling potatoes and will fry the rice. Please? We’re all going to eat this anyway, so you might as well help. Plus, its quicker too.” Harry conveys to Kimberley.

-          “I don’t want to eat whatever this atrocious food is. It smells horrible. Ew, is that seaweed? Yeah, I don’t like whatever this nonsense is. Who made this?” Kimberley viciously says while directly making eye contact with me.

While she is pretending to gag at the food, me and Harry make eye contact and just shake our heads. I decide to walk into the kitchen area where Harry was peeling potatoes.

-          “I’ll help since I don’t want to wait too long for the food to be ready” I say with a smile.

-          “Thanks Y/N. but you’re the guest. I wanted me and Kimberley to show off our cooking skills.” He says.

-          “No worries. I’m just really hungry” I wash my hands and g straight to where the containers full of side dishes are and open it and put it in my mouth. “mmm, Harry. Your mom did a really good job at making these. This is delicious.” I then turn around and start washing the rice.

When Kimberley heard that, her eyes widened up. She looked like she messed up. No, she did mess up. She thought that I was the one that cooked for Harry, so she thought that it was okay for her to be rude. Childish.

Harry takes his phone out and makes a phone call. He orders a Pepperoni pizza. I already knew that the pizza wasn’t for me or him, we both hate pepperoni, so I knew he ordered it for Kimberley.

-          “P, why are you ordering pizza?” Kimberley says, confused.

-          “I ordered it for you, Kim. Since you don’t like my mom’s food, or Korean food.” Harry says with his head down, peeling the potatoes.

-          “No, that’s not what I meant.” She says with an apologetic voice.

Harry slams the potato peeler on the counter and looks up at her. He’s angry.

-          “then what did you mean?” he voiced, while being exasperated.

-          “I meant to say-“

-          “Oh, you meant to say that it’s because you don’t like my mom’s cooking? Said it because you don’t like Korean food, Korean culture or me being Korean? Or did you say it because you thought that Y/N cooked it?” Harry snaps with anger in his eyes.

-          “ I didn’t-“ Kimberley says silently.

-          “The pizza is coming soon anyway, so it’s not like I can cancel it. Just eat it when it comes.”

-          “Guys, that’s enough!” I eventually shout at them. “please stop this. It’s a happy evening, let’s not ruin the mood here now. Okay?” I say while looking at them both with a serious yet gentle expression. I lied, the evening was not great, neither was the day, but I just wanted everyone to get along.

20 minutes go bye in silence. Everybody seems to be upset, but me and Harry managed to complete our cooking amidst the silence. All I could do was just stand in the kitchen with my hands on my back, because of how awkward it was, while Harry set the table.

-          “Let’s eat, Y/N”

I noticed that Harry had only set the table for two. He completely ignored Kimberley.

-          “Kimberley, come eat.” I say, as the peace maker.

-          “Nah, she’s good” Harry says, while pouring me some water.

-          Are you sure Harry? Because-“

-          “Just eat Y/N. jal meoggessseubnida” He says before he starts eating.

15 minutes later, me and harry had finally finished eating. His mom did a great job with the food and so did Harry. It brought back memories on when we used to cook together and rate each other’s cooking skills. I missed it. Harry gets up to wash the plates, but I insist to wash them instead because the air was filled with awkwardness still and I just didn’t want to be involved. Harry didn’t want me to wash the plates because he keeps considering me as a guest, but in the end, he gave in.

A few minutes later, Harry’s phone rings. It’s the pizza man telling him to get the delivery from the garage downstairs. He puts his phone on his coffee table and puts on his hoody. Just as he is turning the door handle, Kimberley runs up to him.

-          “P, where are you going?” she says worriedly.

-          “Your pizza is here” he says while half ignoring her, face on the ground. “Y/N, Ill be right back.” He says while quickly glancing at me and then closing the door behind him.

Kimberley then goes to the coffee table and grabs Harry’s phone. She seemed like she was going through his phone, while muttering things under her breath. I finish washing the dishes and notice that there’s nothing for me to dry my hands with.

-          “Hey, Kimberley, do you know where Harry keeps his hand towels? I gently ask.

-          “Shut your mouth. You’re the reason why PH-1 is angry at me. How dare you try and act high and mighty in this house. I wish you never came here. Stupid bitch.”

-          “I beg your pardon?” I say, with confusion and shock written all over my face.

-          “You heard me, bitch. I said, I wish you never came here.”

-          “What’s wrong with you? You’ve been rude to me ever since I got here. Can we just get along, for Harry’s sake?”

-          “What if I don’t want to get along with you?” she says with a mean expression on her face.

Just as Kimberley is walking up to me, assuming to slap me, the keys unlock the door from the outside and Kimberley gets shocked and makes an extremely fast U-turn into Harry’s room. Leaving me standing in the living room area alone. Like an idiot. The door opens, Harry looks around the living room and kitchen area and sees no signs of Kimberley.

-          “Hey, where is she?” Harry asks, curiously, with a pizza box in his hands.

-          “She just rushed into your room.” I say, while being tired of the day, even though its only 8pm.

-          “Oh okay, thanks Y/N. Also, I’m sorry about my behaviour earlier. I- I- I just lost it at that moment.” Harry says with disappointment spread on his face.

-          “Hey, its okay, Harry. Go in there, she’s probably waiting for you” I say with a smile on my face.

-          “Thanks, Y/N. You’re a good friend” he says. Then quickly grabs his phone from the coffee table in the living room and heads to his bedroom.

Its been about an hour since Harry and Kimberley where in his room eating pizza. I got tired so I tried going into his roommate’s bedroom, but it had happened to be locked. I message Harry to ask him how about the sleeping arrangements, but my messages seem to not go through. 2 hours go by and Harry still wont answer his messages. I even call him and its also not going through. As much as I can’t stand Kimberley, I don’t want both herself and Harry to be arguing. So, I end up going to stand Infront of the bedroom, just to hear about what’s going on and I’m hearing giggling. I hear them both giggling because Harry is tickling Kimberley. I even hear Harry ask Kimberley for a kiss, and that’s when I knew that it was time for me to leave. Harry had left my bag on the couch, so I just took it, put on my coat and shoes, then I left. I just sat in my car because I didn’t know where to go and I was just thinking about today. Out of all the days that I have spent with Harry, this one has to be number 1 on the list for the worst. In fact, we barely spent time. Only time we “spent time was while we ate together. I was angry and I was also sad. “What did I do to this girl? Why can’t Harry see that she’s a bad person? Why is Harry making love to this girl why he’s left me all alone for 2 hours, in the living room? Why won’t he reply to my messages or calls? Why is he giving me mixed signs?” That was all that was running through my mind.

I search for hotels that are nearby the highway, that I will be taking to leave this city tomorrow. I find a good hotel and drive to it. I check in and sleep. I wake up the next day and check out. Still, there’s no reply and no calls from Harry. I sigh at the sight of my phone and I just drive off. The car ride home was horrible, it started pouring rain.

Is Harry ever going to text or call me back?

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In love with my best friend 💗 - PH-1 chapter 2

Genre: Everything (angst/fluff/ romance/etc)

Main characters: Y/N (reader), PH-1/ Harry

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Years go by, me and Harry have become very close friends, no. best friends, no, more than friends. We became family. I started to refer to his mother, Soo young as “auntie”, his stepfather Sung Hwan as “uncle” and he also did the same with my parents. We even ended up going to the same high school. I looked up to him so much because not only was he a good friend to me, he was a good friend and just nice in general to everyone around him and he was also a model student. All the elders from church also admired Harry and they talk about how they would love Harry to be their future son in law. He was someone I aspired to be. There would even be times when my mother and father would compare me to Harry. It would get on my nerves, but its Harry, I can’t hate him for it. Our friendship was very deep. We told each other our deepest darkest secrets, our dreams and ambitions and about my family issues and his issues with his stepfather and real father. We told each other everything and always consoled each other, like best friends do, like family do.

He told me that he wanted to be a rapper, but he was unsure about his work because he wanted to tell a story and not just spew nonsense. But, I really liked his music and so I encouraged him. He had finally told his mother about the music career that he wanted to pursue but his mother didn’t seem to mind whereas his stepfather, on the other hand, hated the idea and said that he would be a failure and an embarrassment to his family. His stepfather managed to brainwash his own mother into thinking that doing music was a bad idea, but I always believed in his craft. I told him that I wanted to pursue art but like his stepfather, my own father also disagreed with my dream and forced me to take up business or nursing when I get into university, but Harry loved my artwork. He would even go as far as paying me to make personal paintings for him to put in his room. He was very supportive of me and I was supportive to him too.

When I turned 14, he was 16, and I started to get weird vibes from him, he stopped joking around with me. He was always nice to me but, he was being extra nice. It was almost confusing to me, but I ignored the signs. “maybe he’s just maturing, and jokes are no longer funny to him. No? right?” I don’t know. I just brushed it off. After him being extra nice and careful with me and me ignoring and brushing those actions off, he then started to claim that I was his cousin but for some reason, hearing that felt weird. It felt weird, I felt weird but I’m not too sure on why. I have always looked up to him like he was a big brother to me but why did I feel weirded out by him calling me his cousin? Weird. At 17, he had lost a lot of weight and started to feel much more confident in himself, while I became very self-conscious with my appearance. That’s when he made a new and private Facebook page with only friends, popular kids from our city and the kids we went to school with. His Facebook page was called “PH-1 the rapper” and he started to post all of his music on there. Because of his weight loss and his popularity, he was getting a lot of attention from a lot of girls, but I noticed that he never really cared for them which was a crazy thing to me. Imagine turning down the prettiest and popular girl from our city. Crazy right? But I started to notice that he was acting like he did the year before. He was extra nice to me again, but this time, it almost felt like he was trying to impress me, like he was trying to get noticed by me. “Maybe I’m bugging because there’s just no way my “cousin” will have feelings for me. I don’t think I’m cute and everybody is calling me fat lately, so why would he find me attractive? “is what I kept thinking and telling myself. “Maybe I’m just getting ahead of myself”

He ended up releasing his very first mixtape and he asked me to do his cover art. I agreed, because why not? My long-time best friend asks me to not only help him do a cool cover art for his mixtape, but he is also giving me a platform to showcase my art. What a great guy. Since then, I started to also gain attention from being an artist, but to be more specific, I was being called “PH-1’s graphic and art designer” but for some reason, I didn’t mind being linked to Harry like that. I then also started to design other people’s mixtape covers and started to make some sort of money by doing so.

A year later, Harry finally gets accepted at university to study biology. I was very happy for him, but his university and dorm were 3 hours away from our city which meant that we were not going to see each other like we normally did. I don’t have to cross the road to get to his house anymore. I now must drive, get a train or a bus to get to see his face. I also have exams to study for, a weekend job at the supermarket and I still do cover art and paintings for people. Harry is also extremely busy with his university studies, a job at a sneaker store, writing his songs, going to the studio to record his songs and on top of that, performing at the university night club events. I always thought that I would get the chance to see him during the Christmas break, but he never came back for Christmas or any of the other breaks his university had.

Will I ever have the time to see harry again? Or, is this the end of our friendship?

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In love with my best friend 💗 - PH-1 chapter 3

Genre: Everything (angst/fluff/ romance/etc)

Main characters: Y/N (reader), PH-1/ Harry

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A year has gone by and harry is now in his second year of university and we have still not seen each other. We talk on the phone and we text a lot but it’s just not the same. Harry’s mum, Soo young, or should I say “auntie” would ask me if I have gone down to visit Harry at his dorm and university and I replied “no” she would call me a “bad friend” as a joke.  I know that I am not a bad friend to Harry but being called that made me feel very sad. Like, is that what he tells his mother? Am I really a bad friend? Or is she just making this up?  A few days later, “Auntie” had told me that when she was talking to Harry, he mentioned to her that he was free on Friday, Saturday and Sunday and because of his free time, she told me that I had to go visit him.  After reflecting on my behaviour as a best friend, I decided to take a few days off from work so that I can go and visit Harry at his university and catch up with him. His mum wanted me to surprise Harry, but I didn’t want to just turn up uninvited, so I had told him that I was coming to visit him. He sounded very happy when I said that I was going to be in his city for 2 days, Friday and Saturday. He told me not to worry about my accommodation because his roommate happened to go out of town on the day that I will visit and asked for permission if I could sleep in their room and they said yes. A week later, I pack my bag and as I load it in the car, I hear my name being shouted from across the street.

-          “Y/N! Y/N! WAIT UP!”

-          “Hi auntie, what’s wrong? Are you okay?”

-          “I’m fine, I just packed some home-made meals for Harry, please give it to him and make sure he eats all of his meals okay? All of this can take up to a month for him to eat, so share it with him” she says as she is panting and grasping for air as she hands me the two big bags of food.

Ah, I get it. So, is this why she wanted me to go and visit him? So, I can become his personal Uber Eats, huh?

-          “Yes of course I’ll make sure that he eats his food auntie, thank you” I chuckle.

-          “Great, he needs to stop ordering take away food. It’s bad for the health. He’s a great cook but he hasn’t been cooking as of lately. University must be very stressful to him”

-          “Oh, I see. Hopefully by seeing all these meals that you have made for him; he will start cooking and eating healthier again. Well, I told Harry that I was going to make it to his dorm at around 1:30pm so I need to get going. Bye auntie, see you when I come back.”

-          “Oh, I’m so sorry for keeping you. Go, darling. So, when do you come back from this trip?”

-          “I come back tomorrow evening, maybe night. I’m not too sure.”

-          “Alright then darling, you take care. Have a safe journey and I will see you tomorrow!”

-          “Bye!”

-          “Call me and your mum when you get there!”

-          “Will do!”

After 3 whole hours of driving and being on the road, I have finally made it to Harry’s dorm. I call my mum and his mum to say that I have arrived safely and hang up. I then decide to call Harry because he told me that when I arrive, he will pick me up from the car park to help me carry all the food that his mum made and my bag too. I call him….no answer. I call him again…no answer. I call him for the 8th time, no answer. “Why is this man not picking up the damn phone?” I say out loud. He told me to be here at 1:30pm so why is he not standing here at the car park or answering my phone calls. Is he still sleeping? A student that was taking their groceries out of their car finally approached me.

-          “hey, who are you waiting for? Do you need any help getting in?”

-          “Hey, yes, I need some help. I need to go to my friend’s house, but he won’t answer his phone”

-          “I think I can help you. What’s his name?”

-          “Harry”

-          “Hm?” they say in confusion.

-          “Oh, Harry Park. Pale, always wears a beanie, quiet but he raps.”

-          “Harry par- OH! PH-1? The rapper guy?”

-          “Yes, him. Do you know where he lives?”

-          Yeah, I’m his next-door neighbour. I can take you there, after I finish unloading my groceries” they say as they are struggling with 5 heavy bags of groceries.

-          “I would help but I have a lot too” I respond, feeling sorry for the neighbour.

-          “Ah, its okay. Thanks for your concern” they say, with a smile on their face.

After unloading the groceries, we finally head inside of the building and into the elevator. 2nd floor is where Harry stayed. Harry’s neighbour steps out of the elevator and I followed their lead. We walked all the way down to the end of the hallway.

-          “Here. I am room number 11 and he is room number 12”

-          “Ah, thank you so much for this. You are honestly a life saver.”

-          “Oh, it’s cool. Harry is a cool guy and I didn’t want to leave his girlfriend stranded in the car park.” The neighbour vocalized casually.

-          “Oh, we aren’t in a relationship like that. He’s just simply my friend.”

-          “I’m sorry, my bad. I didn’t mean that”

-          “No, its okay, we get that all the times. We get siblings too haha” I chuckle.

-          “You must be really close. Well, I’m going to get in my house. My groceries need to go in the fridge. It was nice meeting you!” they expressed as they unlock their front door.

-          “Nice meeting you, too!” I respond, as I nod my head.

The neighbour goes in and locks the door, so I decide to knock on Harry’s door. I knock, and knock, and knock and knock. No reply. As I knock again, I hear “Oh shit” and some ruckus from the opposite side of the door. The door finally opens, and I see a guy that looks just like Harry.

-          “Y/N is that you?” he says with eyes wide open.

-          “Harry? Oh my gosh, you look so different. Did you dye your hair? Oh my goodness, is that an ear piercing?” I gasp.

-          “Yes, yes and yes. Thank you, and you too. You look beautiful as ever” He  as he eyes me up and down.

-          “Whatever, you’re late. I’ve been waiting for you in the car park, calling your phone and knocking on the door, but you weren’t answering. What’s that about? Is that something you do to your best friend? I express to him, with an annoyed face.

-          “Look, I’m so sorry Y/N. I got lost in the time. Something came up.” He explains while scratching his head suspiciously.

-          “Yeah right. Not a good enough excu-WAIT, is that a tattoo on your arm as well? Ooh, auntie’s going to kill you”

-          “Whatever. Now come closer so that I can give you a hug” he opens up his arms for me to embrace it.

As I move closer towards Harry, a female voice behind Harry interrupts us and says

-          “PH-1, what the fuck is going on here? Who are you?”

-          “Oh, this is my best- no, this is my cousin Y/N. The one I always talk about. Y/N, this is Kimberly” he conveys to her, unaware of the situation.

-          “Yeah, his GIRLFRIEND.” She says viciously.

Girlfriend? Harry? Harry park? Harry park has a girlfriend. I’m sorry, but huh?

-          “Hi, nice to meet you” I say with a nervous smile.

-          “Hm, I thought this friend of yours was going to be a guy. I guess not.” She says as she turns her body back inside of the house.

-          “Wait, why are you taking your shoes off, I thought you were leaving” Harry says with confusion in his voice.

-          “Nah, change of plans. I’ve decided to sleep over again.” She says while rolling her eyes.

-          “Sorry about this Y/N. Come in.” he says as he takes the bags out of my hands and leads me into his house.

I was planning on having a fun and chill get together with Harry but clearly this isn’t going to be fun or chill, is it?

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