Harry fucked up.
Now was it a tremendous fuck up? No, nothing life altering and terrible would come from it other than hard hitting embarrassment and shame if anyone were to find out he was lying. It was something he could probably weasel his way out of too, since he'd perfected the art of weaseling his way out of things in the past few weeks, but the fucked part is he can't truly weasel the way out of his weasel, if that makes sense. Harry's dug himself into a pit that he's stuck in either way he goes about it – damned if he does, damned if he doesn't.
See, Harry has been going through a period of time this year where he just liked being alone. Just liked staying at his flat and chilling out, after an arduous and burdening Sophomore year in UNI where he had just exhausted himself of partying and balancing his academics on top of that. It seemed like a good idea to just cool down for a while this summer – to take a breather, recollect himself and his thoughts, maybe pick up knitting, or finally finish that Bukowski book he'd started midwinter and set down on his nightstand to not be touched since.
Though he had a group of friends who really didn't take that as an excuse to quit partying. It was their vacation after all, they're supposed to be living it up and having a good time while they can – Harry included – so if he wanted to get out of something he needed an excuse. A good one at that. "I'm tired" didn't cut it.
So Harry had fabricated a girlfriend. And he knows, god he knows it's dumb, and childish, and he shouldn't be lying about something like this but it was the easiest way out! Ducking out of plans with the ol' "Ah m'sorry Mate, the missus' wan's to visit this Tapas restaurant," or "I would but m'staying in for a cuddle and as much as I love you lot, m'getting head tonight," always worked out smoothest. They never asked much about her, or at least Harry didn't really give them a chance to before he was off the phone. Sure he'd made up bits and pieces here and there that would make it seem like he really won it with this one and had them (especially Niall) thinking he's got the perfect girlfriend. One who he rarely argues with (unless its playful), is just a freak in the bedroom, likes to pig out with him, smart as hell, gives great back massages, is funny as all get out, and smells sweet too.
Which was good for a while – it was a safe, clean fib that he was getting away with. Or at least it had been, until he's put in a group chat with the lot of them talking about a cabin they've rented out an hour or two away for a small summer getaway. He gives it his best, he does, tries to wiggle out of it, but they beg and they plead with him.
We haven't seen you in sooooo long
right it's been like a decade !
cuz he's so whipped for his gf he's forgotten about us :(
just bring her too then, ffs, we haven't met her yet, this would be the perfect time to
Yes!! Bring the girl you've been gushing about, been wanting to meet her
u dont even have to pay for the cabin it's all squared away, it'll be so much fun H, u gotta
How was he going to say no to all of that? How could he say no and then explain that he's been lying this whole time, that there is no girl, and he's just been avoiding them all because he's tired? That'd sure stir a ton of shit he doesn't want to much deal with.
So he responds without thinking it through to the full extent. Says yes, that they will go, and asks for all the details and times and whatnot, what he should bring and what he shouldn't. They're all stoked with the news; happy to see him and he can't say that it doesn't feel good that he's wanted – it's a nice feeling it is, but he's got one aching problem that the love of friends just won't fix.
