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Unexpected

“Uhm, Harry?” Draco eyed his roommate suspiciously. He shifted nervously in his desk chair as Harry’s intense green eyes seemed to graze over him. The man had a weird look on his face and Draco did not like it.

“Yes Draco?” Harry replied, stepping out of the doorframe into their shared dorm.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Draco pushed his chair backwards until it collided with his desk. Then, when Harry showed no sign of slowing down he got up and stepped away, so he now almost had his back pressed against the wall behind him. He knew he was acting ridiculous, but so was Harry. If he didn’t know any better the green eyes coming towards him were filled with… with…

Lust was the wrong word, but it was definitely some sort of desire. And curiosity. And determination. And some form of fondness Draco could not place at all.

A combination scary enough to make him do one more step backwards. His heels hit the wall.

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Happier

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Summary: After the break up, Tom sees you for the first time in a month. It’s one of the hardest things he’s ever had to do.

Warnings: A whole lot of angst, some real sad stuff, Harrison being a supportive friend, and some pining. Plus my bad writing but I mean what’s new

Note: I have requests and homework that I should be doing but instead I wrote the next part in my Ed Sheeran series whoops. I promise I am working on my requests can’t say the same for my homework but I just really like this series and want to work on it as much as possible! Thank you guys for reading and I hope you like it!

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Tom walked through the town, Harrison steadily by his side. It had been a month since the split, and the only contact Tom had with you were the few tweets and instagram pictures that you posted. Your journalism career had taken off, but Tom couldn’t bring himself to read any of the articles since the one you wrote that night so many weeks ago. He knew it was his fault that the two of you split, and he felt like the worst person in the world because of it. He wanted nothing more than to hold you in his arms once again and hear your laugh. Even if it was over something stupid that he did.

When you broke up with him, he was the one sobbing. He had realized he had messed up, but he couldn’t bring himself to ask for another chance. So instead he cried, but nodded. Letting you say what you needed before you grabbed your suitcase and left. That night, he found a sweatshirt of his that you had recently worn, haphazardly thrown on the bed. He held it as he fell asleep.

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