She was tall, blonde and gorgeous, and you didn’t like it one bit.
the one where you pick up a drunk Harry from his birthday party
“Yeah, heeeey, Y/N?”
“Harry?” His voice was slightly slurred, but you would recognise it anywhere. The clock on your bedside table blinded you with its bright green numbers that read 2:05 AM.
The phone was silent for a second before you heard, “Can you come get me? I’m at Nick’s house,” and the dial tone.