Harry and I lay on our bed, on opposite sides. Our heads right next to each other's. We both stared at the ceiling, unsure of what to do.
Just to clear things up, it's not what you think. Harry and I aren't dating, we're friends. We've been friends for a few years now. We've been renting this apartment for about three years, though neither of us live in it. We were both college students back then, so we decided to get a place together, help each other out.
When we graduated, neither of us really wanted to give it up. So we didn't. Now we come here when life gets too real to deal with, it's an escape.
"Are you gonna work it out with her or do you think it's better if you just end it?" I ask. "I don't know, I don't want to be alone but i'm not sure it's worth it." He sighed and turned his head to face me. "What would you do?"
I shrugged. "I don't think I can give you a helpful answer. Each situation is unique. I think you just need to figure out whether this is something you can get past. Although I don't see how you could get past the fact that you may have fallen out of love with her. It's like, what is there to save if there isn't any love you know?" I look at him.
He hummed, getting up to rest on his side, supporting his head with his elbow. "What if I decide that I want to love her?" He raises his eyebrow at me. I sigh looking back up at the ceiling. "I don't think wishing to be in love with her is going to fix the fact that you aren't. If anything i'd say that makes it worse. How much longer are you willing to fake it until you convince yourself it's real?"
He frowned, shoving my shoulder. "Will you stop giving me logical answers and tell me what I want to hear." I chuckled, moving to copy his position. "If I did that, I would be a bad friend." He rolled his eyes. "You do realize that's just more logic right?" It was my turn to roll my eyes.
He chuckled, lifting his hand to push a few strands of my hair away from my face. "I don't think I want to go back there tonight." He mumbled.
I hummed, "Sure, I get that. Do you need anything?" I gently stroked his wrist with my thumb. "Stay?" He did his best to give me puppy dog eyes.
I laughed, ruffling his curls. "Sure H." He grinned, kissing my cheek. I kicked off my shoes, zipping up my hoodie, moving over to my side of the bed and laying my head on the pillow, facing him.
"Thank you y/n/n." He softly spoke. "For what? We've done this like 300 times." I chuckled. "No not for that doofus, for being there for me. You're my safe place you know? Whatever happens I know I can count on you." He took my hand, placing a sweet peck on the back of it.
"You never have to thank for me for that Harry, we're friends, that's what friends do. Plus you don't really have much of a choice love, you're kinda stuck with me." I teased, moving to his side.
He wrapped his arms around me, placing a kiss on my head.
"I'm kinda glad i'm stuck with you then."
