Miranda One Shot

Spending a Saturday night in your flat, in pyjamas watching musicals was a common occurrence and honestly you wouldn't have it any other way. You had never been one for a big night out, preferring to spend the weekend relaxing and singing terribly. If you felt especially adventurous you would order in Chinese or pizza and indulge in your love for greasy food.

You had just ordered a pizza when you heard someone knock on your door. I was seemingly impossible for the food to have arrived this quickly, but you hoped that it was a miracle of the greasy pizza kind. Excitedly, you made your way to the door, hopeful to see the bringer of food; it wasn't the delivery person. There at your door stood Gary. Gary was one of your closest friends and although you were glad to see him, you were confused as to why he was there. It was unlike him to just turn up unannounced, so it was obvious that something had to be important.

"Gary?" You questioned.

"Um... sorry for just turning up," he sighed.

His expression was sorrowful, something that you rarely saw and something that you wished you never had to see.

"What's wrong?" You asked.

"Nothing," he shrugged. "Miranda and I broke up."

You gave him a sympathetic smile. No one had thought that Miranda and Gary were going to end up together but once they got together, they seemed to work out perfectly- well until now.

"Come in," you smiled softly.

He walked into your flat and you led him over to the sofa, sitting down next to him.

"What happened?" You asked.

Gary shrugged his shoulders. "We realised that we weren't working out. It was amicable, we're still friends."

You wrapped your arms around him, giving him a friendly and encouraging hug.

"It doesn't seem too amicable. You seem quite sad," you offered, hoping he would open up to you, but knowing he may need time.

"I don't know, I thought we would last longer than we did," he sighed. "It just ended quicker than I thought however I am glad we both agreed on the outcome."

Rising from your chair, you gave him a warm smile, as he looked quizzically up at you.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

"Well you say that you're okay, but everyone needs an opportunity to smile. So, pick a couple of movies and pizza should get here soon. We'll have a good old movie marathon. Whilst you pick the films, I'll get you a glass of wine and we can talk this all through."

Gary shot you a gentle smile. "You're the best. Thank you, Y/N.,"

"Anytime."

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Written by Charlotte

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