january 2018

"come on, so you're really not gonna come out with us?" harry asked as he put on his snap back cap.

"no, haz. sam said he was gonna call and i'm waiting to talk to him" (y/n) replied, looking at harry in her doorway.

"really? come onnnn. just one night, please"

"no harry. i want to talk to my boyfriend alright? i barely get to anymore, and i just want this one night. please"

"fine, okay. just tonight though. other times you've gotta come out and get drunk with me" (y/n) laughed light-heartedly. after that, harry and the rest of the holland's left, leaving (y/n) alone with herself and her phone.

a few hours later, (y/n) still received no call from sam. she checked the time on her phone, sitting up and grabbing it from the side of her bedside table. 21:57. she should have been talking to sam for over an hour. her phone suddenly rang, she jumped up to answer it, completely ignoring the caller ID and said,

"hey" a sigh of relief leaving her lips.

"hey, you doing okay?"

"oh, yeh. yeh, i'm fine. you enjoying the pub?"

"yeh," harry replied. "just wish you were here as well. tom's boring me now" (y/n) heard a loud 'hey', a slap and a deep chuckle from harry.

"you two okay?" she giggled slightly.

"yeh, yeh. tom's just beating me up"

"okay, well, i'll let you two have fun. i've got to go"

"sorry, did i interrupt you and sam?"

"er," she sighed. "yeh. yeh, but it's fine. i'll just get back to him now. speak to you later, haz"

"okay, i'll see you later. we won't be late"

"didn't think you would be" after that, she hung up the phone. (y/n) almost threw her phone onto the bed. she laid down and tucked her legs up towards her body, slowing closing her eyes and falling into a deep sleep.

(y/n) woke up to the sound of harry entering her room. he closed the door quietly and turned on the small bed side lamp , sitting on the edge of the bed as he did so.

"hey, you okay?" he asked.

"yeh, yeh. i'm just tired" she rubbed her eyes, not sitting up.

"how's sam?"

"he, er- he never called, actually"

"you said he did" harry's face contorted in confusion.

"i know. i just didn't want you to worry or anything"

"why didn't you just call him?"

"he said he would call me. i didn't want to call him just in case he was busy"

"well, you probably should of called any way. he's clearly-"

"forgotten. obviously. he's out there having a great time in france and forgets about everyone he's left behind" she interrupted.

"no," harry moved closer to her. "don't- you know that's not true"

"it obviously is though, harry," she sat up. "he didn't call, we barely talk anymore, i feel like i'm losing him"

"you're not. don't- listen. you're not losing him"

"it feels like it"

"(y/n)" harry sighed. by now, they were face to face, centimetres of air were the only thing between their faces. "(y/n)" he whispered, moving closer to her.

"harry" her voice got quiet too. "harry" he stopped moving.

"yeh" he whispered in reply.

"we can't. we- sam"

"fuck. okay," he moved away. "i'm sorry, i-"

"it's fine, just. you know"

"yeh, yeh. i'll- i'll go. i'll- night" harry stood up quickly and hurried out of the door. (y/n) let out a sigh and fell backwards onto the bed. "fuck. sam, i'm so sorry"