“Who’s this beauty?”
Harry’s head snapped towards Nick’s voice he’s sure is directed to him, his eyebrows furrowed as he looked at him confusedly.
His friend’s eyes diverted to the wallet, Harry’s wallet, he’s holding, opened at the middle as he knows he must’ve set it down on the table for too long that it was already noticeable.
He asked playfully in a sing-song voice, flipping over the wallet to show the picture displayed which Harry well knows who’s in it, a blush appearing in his cheeks.
Harry looked back again to the picture as he made a mental note to always have his wallet somehow wedged in between his boxers and jeans, turning his attention to the polaroid he took of you, adoring the grin that you were displaying to the point he took more of the same exact one.
“What’s her name?”
He scratched the back of his head as he found it a bit awkward Nick would know this the first time the moment he sees your picture in his friend’s wallet instead of being properly introduced.
“That’s not a name.”
Harry whined as he’s already embarrassed, rubbing his eyes as he mumbled only enough for Nick to hear even if there’s no one else in the room at the moment, scratching the back of his head.
“S'Y/N, okay? Happy?”
His friend hummed in response quite teasingly, Harry burying himself more to the couch he’s on since he’s undeniably heated up.
“I know it sounds stupid but y'know, if in case your wallet gets lost, how would they know it’s yours when her picture’s here?”
Harry crossed his arms across his chest, restraining himself from laughing since he knows it’s this that would make him break.
“S'better to put her picture there since my home is where my heart is, right?”