( date! )

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THAT NIGHT Harry texted esmé.

harry 
esmé

can i ask youu somethingds

esmé

hi

harry what is going on? are u drunk??

its 2am

harry

can i come over pleajse 

and im not drunk just tipsyt

esmé

yes

how much did you drink harry?

please let me know if you are okay. im worried

harry

im already omw

i only had a littleeeee

esmé 

what would u do if i said no?

harry

beg until you finally give in and say yes.

esmé

don't text and drive.

be safe please

I should come get you, im really worried harry. 

harry

no 

dont worryyy

im almost there

like two mintues

i promise 

when he arrives at esmé's, he instantly pulls her into a hug. " why'd you do that?" esmé asks after harry pulls away from the hug. 

he shrugs, " i missed you." nodding, esmé leads harry to the living room. harry flops down on esmé's couch, laughing to himself. 

" harry, seriously, are you okay?"

" i'm great, fantastic even,"  he laughs to himself again.

" you're drunk," esmé goes into the kitchen retrieving a tall glass of water for harry, as well as advil because she knows he'll be needing it later. " drink this please." she hands harry the glass, sitting beside him on the couch. 

harry does as esmé says, chugging down the whole glass. " and i'm not drunk esmé. you of all people should know that."

confused, esmé asks, " why is that harry?"

" because you've seen me drunk before, obviously."

" okay, harry. if you aren't drunk then whats going on?"

" nothing, i promise you i'm fine. you're so pretty esmé."

she swallows hard, " thank you harry." 

" so beautiful," he says, twisting a strand of her hair between his fingers. esmé doesn't stop this. " fuck, i should've never ended things with you." he pulls esmé closer to him, arm wrapped tightly around her waist. looking over at him, she sees him tearing up

" harry what are you talking about? are you crying?"

" you are the most perfect person i've ever met. and i fucked it up. "

" harry, no you didn't. things ended mutually between us, neither of us did anything wrong. we just grew apart, thats normal." 

" but if i was a better boyfriend we wouldn't have broken up."

" you don't know that."

" please esmé, give me another chance. i've changed and i know i can treat you better than i did before."

" harry,"

" just one date," harry interjects, " thats all i'm asking for. and if goes horribly then we know we aren't meant to be. please." harry stands up from the couch, now towering over esmé. 

" harry, i don't think we should be having this conversation right now. maybe when you're sober. you aren't thinking clearly. sit back down please." 

he doesn't. " drunk words are sober thoughts. esmé, please." the look in harry's eyes is something esmé has never seen before.  

" harry not right now please."

' fuck esmé, it's just a date. you're acting like we didn't have sex last week." 

she sighs, " fine harry. i'll go on a date with you." 

esmé goes to the kitchen grabbing a glass of water for herself. harry follows. he hugs her again, hoisting her up onto the counter. he stands between esmé's legs, his face now inches away from hers. breathing deeply, esmé's eyes flicker between harry's eyes and lips. however, she doesn't move. harry makes the first move, kissing esmé so gently. she kisses him back, deeper with more passion. slipping his tongue into esmé's mouth, their kissing becomes more rushed. he moves down her neck, leaving kisses along her collar bone, while her hands are in his hair. harry pulls off esmé's jumper, leaving her in her bra. he reaches down her waist for the band of her shorts before she pushes his hand away. she pulls away from the kiss, breathing heavily.

" what's wrong?"

"H, you're drunk. As much as I want to, its just not right right now. lets go to bed," esmé explains. harry nods in response.  esmé pushes herself off of the counter, wrapping her arms gently around harry. harry and esmé make their way upstairs to her bedroom, being extra quiet as they walk past lavender's room. 

harry and esmé climb into her bed, at first on opposite sides. "harry?"

"yeah,"harry mumbles in response, shifting around in bed. 

"can we cuddle?"

" of course." harry turns in the bed, wrapping his arms around esmé's waist. the feeling of his warm breath against her skin makes esmé think of when her and harry were together. 

avery's add on's ! 

im back!!! its been so long, i've just been so busy with school 🥲 i'm on break rn so i will be updating!