Requested by @SDMN_are_bae

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"Oh shit, I don't think it was recording"

I rolled my eyes and watched Callux - or Cal - get up from his spot on the couch. Harry, Simon, and I were over at Cal and Harry's shared home to film a YouTube video. Or, we were trying to, at least. Everything that could go wrong was going wrong.

The first time we tried, the memory chip was full. The second time the camera had ran out of battery. The third time we all were goofing off and didn't pay much attention to the actual video. The fourth time the sound wasn't on and now the fifth time, the camera might not be recording.

Cal groaned and pressed a button on the camera. I threw my head on Simon's shoulder, already knowing we're going to have to do the intro for the hundredth time now. Simon patted the side of my thigh in reassurance.

"I'm really over this"I spoke up as Cal sat back down.

"I know it's really annoying but I don't have a video for this week"Cal sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

I rolled my eyes, "The only reason I'm staying is because I love you"

"Awe"Simon softly said. I punched his shoulder.

Cal did his intro and quickly explained on how he hoped that nothing would go wrong this time. As he explained to the camera that we were doing a Q & A, I felt hot breath by my ear.

"Are you a camera? Because every time I look at you, I smile"

I snorted at Simon's cheesy pick-up line, but still blushed lightly. This caused Harry to look over at us. I turned to him and smiled lightly. He gave me a quick smile before turning away.

"Okay, first question goes to Y/n"

My head perked up, "Oh shit, I'm first? I feel loved" I joked.

Cal chuckled lightly, "How do you deal with all the guys when they get too much?"

"Well, sometimes I'll just tell them to cut it out, other times I'll just go to abusing some of them"

"Yeah, she once threatened to fucking spank me with a stick when I was doing literally nothing"Harry spoke up.

"Shut up peasant, I'll kick you"I joked turning to him.

Cal and Simon laughed. I smiled lightly at Harry and leant my head on his shoulder for a second to mumble, "I'm kidding"

"I know"he chuckled lightly.

"Okay, next question. . ."

The rest of the video went on smoothly. We answered weird, silly questions and had an overall fun time. At one point, Harry and Simon seemed to be a little off. Seconds before, they seemed to be mad at each other. I didn't think much about it.

Simon smirked and turned to me, putting his arm around my shoulders. He leant down to my ear.

"If you were a vegetable you'd be a cute-cumber"

I rolled my eyes and looked up at him, "Stop"

His smirk grew, "I bet you play soccer, because you're a keeper"

I rolled my eyes again and looked away, blushing lightly. From the corner of my eye, I saw Harry's face growing a fake tint of red from what seemed like maybe anger? I bit my lip nervously.

I moved in my seat, uncomfortable now. I wanted the video to be over now. Simon leant into me once again.

"Your smile is almost as big, warm, and lovely as my penis"

I gasped quietly and blushed a deep red. Harry took notice of this and glared at Simon. He stood up and grabbed my hand. Cal stopped in the middle of what he was saying and watched us walk off.

"Wait, where are you going?!"Cal called out.

We ended up in front of Harry's room. He opened the door and walked in, furious. I bit my lip, slowly walking in. I closed the door behind me.

Harry was pacing around in his room. I shoved my hands in my sweatshirt pockets.

"Harry–"

"Why did you let him?"he cut me off, angry.

"I don't–"

"You just let him flirt with you!"I blushed in embarrassment. Harry seemed furious, "What are you?! A fucking slut?!"

My mouth fell agape. I was now angry. I walked closer to Harry and jabbed my finger into his chest, "Who the fuck do you think you are?!"

He stared at me, "I'm not a fucking slut and I fucking know I'm not a fucking slut. I don't know what the hell's wrong with you, but you have no damn right to call me that!"

"Y/n, I–"

"No!"I cut him off, "It's my turn to talk"

Harry stared at me. He seemed regretful, sad. I didn't care though. I was mad at him. I shoved my hands in my sweatshirt again.

"I don't know what the hell went up your ass today, but whatever it is, I hope it made you fucking happy on what you've just done to the friendship we had"

I stared at Harry. I bit my lip and turned around from him. As I started to walk away, Harry grabbed my arm and turned me around.

"Y/n, wait, I'm sorry,"he softly said. I only stared at him, coldly, "I-I was just mad and–"

"I don't care if you were mad or not–"

"Please just hear me out, Y/n"

I stared at him, but said nothing. He took a deep breath and started talking, "Look, I was mad and I was jealous. I didn't know what I was saying and I just needed to let my anger out. You're not a slut, you're not anything close to one. I-I'm not good with apologies but I just - I'm sorry"

I stared at him, "You were jealous? Why?"

Harry sighed, "You seem to like Simon a lot and it made me jealous because I really, really love you, Y/n"

I stared at him, my mouth wide open.

He loves me?

"I-I don't–"

"You don't have to say anything. I know you don't even like me back so I don't know why I even bothered. I'm sorry. I just–"

I grabbed Harry's face and smashed my lips on his. He stumbled back in surprise but soon realized what was happening. He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed back.

We both pulled away after a couple seconds to take some air in. Our foreheads were pressed together as we breathed heavily. I cupped Harry's cheek again, my lips grazing over his.

"I really, really love you, too"