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LYRA WAS CURRENTLY in her room, staring at a message from Isaac on her phone. Simon had come over like always, which eventually led to the other boys coming over โ”€ don't ask her how. She decided to leave it for now because Talia wasn't around and she wanted her help with the response.

But that would mean she'd have to tell her everything and she wasn't sure how to feel about it yet. Leaving her room, she was greeted by a chorus of shouts and the boys watching football โ”€ perks of having a soundproof room, and no not for that reason.

She sent a quick message to Talia asking her to grab some ingredients for cinnamon rolls, as she had gone out with Simon to bring back food. Stressed Lyra equals baking and what better way to relieve stress than baking and eating a whole batch of cinnamon rolls? Sex probably. But that wasn't possible right now so she'd have to stick to Plan B.

Walking towards the kitchen, she waited about half an hour before Simon handed her the ingredients. Not before telling her to make enough for everyone and to make them good. To which she threatened him with her electric whisk and told Talia to come collect her stray.

Kitchen time was Lyra time. Almost everyone knew that, so she was surprised when she saw a silhouette entering the kitchen almost an hour later. But after seeing the messy mop of blonde hair, she wasn't so surprised.

The blonde girl watched as Harry grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and looked over at her mixing the icing together. He walked over to taste some and let out an exaggerated pained noise when she slapped his arm away. Being the annoying prick he is, Harry slapped her arm back and the two continued going back and forth until Lyra eventually gave in and handed him the spatula she used to mix.

Grinning like a five year old, (he is one mentally) Harry licked off the remainder of the frosting and placed the spatula back into her hand afterwards.

Lyra confusedly looked at the utensil she was now holding and looked at her blonde friend. "Cheers," she said sarcastically with a faux smile.

"Yeah tastes like shit anyway." He claimed.

"Right yeah, that's why you licked the spoon clean?" turning her head to look at him, as she placed the spatula in the sink along the many other dishes.

"Nah I-I was checking to see if it was good enough, like ratatouille." Clicking his fingers when he thought of the idea.

Lyra furrowed her eyebrows at him, "The dish?". She knew that's not what he meant but she wanted him to have another reason to add to their list on why Lyra Kennedy is better than Harry Lewis. Yes the notes app was crucial to this decision. As opposed to the other one which was the opposite way and somehow had more reasons, which was complete bullshit in her eyes.

"No the fucking rat, you're the ginger lad. What dish?" Looking at her as though she was speaking in a different language.

Using her hands to lift herself up onto the counter, Lyra looked at him in the same way. "Ratatouille's the food, the rat's name is Remy. Ginger guy is Linguini."

"How do you expect me to remember that?"

"We've watched it like a million times!"

"I wasn't paying that much attention!"

Lyra scoffed, a small smile gracing her angelic features, "definitely not wrong with the rat comparison though,"

"Rather be a rat than ginger," he responded, smiling back at her from where she was perched on the countertop. Him standing opposite, leaning his back against the counter.

"Ethan hates you."

"No, he hates you."

"No he doesn't! So do you wanna get up the notes app or should I?"

Harry simply sighed reaching for his phone in his pocket and moving towards Lyra so he was standing next to her whilst she leaned over his shoulder.ย 



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//NOTES
๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฟ๐˜† ๐—น๐—ฒ๐˜„๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐–พ๐–ฝ๐—‚๐—๐–พ๐–ฝ !

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๐–๐‡๐˜ ๐‹๐˜๐‘๐€ ๐Š๐„๐๐๐„๐ƒ๐˜ ๐ˆ๐’ ๐๐„๐“๐“๐„๐‘ ๐“๐‡๐€๐ ๐‡๐€๐‘๐‘๐˜ ๐‹๐„๐–๐ˆ๐’ ๐—๐Ž (๐ฌ๐ก๐ž'๐ฌ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ)

๐—ฝ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ฐ๐—ถ๐—ฝ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐˜๐˜€
โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ โ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘Ÿ๐‘ฆ ๐‘™๐‘’๐‘ค๐‘–๐‘ 
โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ ๐‘™๐‘ฆ๐‘Ÿ๐‘Ž ๐‘˜๐‘’๐‘›๐‘›๐‘’๐‘‘๐‘ฆ
โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”

ยนยณ/โฐยฒ/ยนโธ
๐—น๐˜†๐—ฟ๐—ฎ ๐—ธ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฑ๐˜† โ”€ doesn't swallow mouthwash??
๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฟ๐˜† ๐—น๐—ฒ๐˜„๐—ถ๐˜€ โ”€ ITS NORMAL
๐—น๐˜†๐—ฟ๐—ฎ ๐—ธ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฑ๐˜† โ”€ it's rlly not ๐Ÿค 

ยฒยฒ/โฐยฒ/ยนโธ
๐—น๐˜†๐—ฟ๐—ฎ ๐—ธ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฑ๐˜† โ”€ isn't a mean drunk
๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฟ๐˜† ๐—น๐—ฒ๐˜„๐—ถ๐˜€ โ”€ rather be mean than the clingiest person on fucking earth
๐—น๐˜†๐—ฟ๐—ฎ ๐—ธ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฑ๐˜† โ”€ go kys ๐Ÿค—

ยฒยณ/โฐยฒ/ยนโธ
๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฟ๐˜† ๐—น๐—ฒ๐˜„๐—ถ๐˜€ โ”€ can bake and kinda cook ig
๐—น๐˜†๐—ฟ๐—ฎ ๐—ธ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฑ๐˜† โ”€ thabk you (ik ur onky saying this bc i made u food)

โฐโด/โฐยณ/ยนโธ
๐—น๐˜†๐—ฟ๐—ฎ ๐—ธ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฑ๐˜† โ”€ doesn't complain about lettuce in wraps
๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฟ๐˜† ๐—น๐—ฒ๐˜„๐—ถ๐˜€ โ”€ it's not my fault thye cant do their job
๐—น๐˜†๐—ฟ๐—ฎ ๐—ธ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฑ๐˜† โ”€ ur a horrible person

ยนโถ/โฐยณ/ยนโธ
๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฟ๐˜† ๐—น๐—ฒ๐˜„๐—ถ๐˜€ โ”€ has a giant teddy bear i want
๐—น๐˜†๐—ฟ๐—ฎ ๐—ธ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฑ๐˜† โ”€ never gonna get never gonna get it ๐Ÿ—ฃ๐Ÿ—ฃ

ยนโธ/โฐยณ/ยนโธ
๐—น๐˜†๐—ฟ๐—ฎ ๐—ธ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฑ๐˜† โ”€ is a star (literally)
๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฟ๐˜† ๐—น๐—ฒ๐˜„๐—ถ๐˜€ โ”€ change ur name
๐—น๐˜†๐—ฟ๐—ฎ ๐—ธ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฑ๐˜† โ”€ no

ยฒโธ/โฐยณ/ยนโธ
๐—น๐˜†๐—ฟ๐—ฎ ๐—ธ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฑ๐˜† โ”€ doesn't get break chairs when she's mad
๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฟ๐˜† ๐—น๐—ฒ๐˜„๐—ถ๐˜€ โ”€ that's normal
๐—น๐˜†๐—ฟ๐—ฎ ๐—ธ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฑ๐˜† โ”€ get help !!!

ยนยน/โฐโด/ยนโธ
๐—น๐˜†๐—ฟ๐—ฎ ๐—ธ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฑ๐˜† โ”€ is absolutely insanely hilarious
๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฟ๐˜† ๐—น๐—ฒ๐˜„๐—ถ๐˜€ โ”€ okay now ur js chatting shit why the fuck are you up and 4am
๐—น๐˜†๐—ฟ๐—ฎ ๐—ธ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฑ๐˜† โ”€ why are u
๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฟ๐˜† ๐—น๐—ฒ๐˜„๐—ถ๐˜€ โ”€ i asked first
๐—น๐˜†๐—ฟ๐—ฎ ๐—ธ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฑ๐˜† โ”€ i asked second?? answer the phone hoe
๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฟ๐˜† ๐—น๐—ฒ๐˜„๐—ถ๐˜€ โ”€ i'd rather kms than hear ur voice rn

ยนยน/โฐโด/ยนโธ
๐—น๐˜†๐—ฟ๐—ฎ ๐—ธ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฑ๐˜† โ”€ answers the phone + doesn't say they'd kill themselves when someone's trying to be nice
๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฟ๐˜† ๐—น๐—ฒ๐˜„๐—ถ๐˜€ โ”€ delete this

ยนโท/โฐโด/ยนโธ
๐—น๐˜†๐—ฟ๐—ฎ ๐—ธ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฑ๐˜† โ”€ prefers taylor over k*nye
๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฟ๐˜† ๐—น๐—ฒ๐˜„๐—ถ๐˜€ โ”€ ur obsession w her is too much
๐—น๐˜†๐—ฟ๐—ฎ ๐—ธ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฑ๐˜† โ”€ i know where u live

โฐยณ/โฐโต/ยนโธ
๐—น๐˜†๐—ฟ๐—ฎ ๐—ธ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฑ๐˜† โ”€ can hold a conversation without being called socially awkward :)
๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฟ๐˜† ๐—น๐—ฒ๐˜„๐—ถ๐˜€ โ”€ at least i can learn to shut the fuck up
๐—น๐˜†๐—ฟ๐—ฎ ๐—ธ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฑ๐˜† ๏ผ oh

ยนโต/โฐโต/ยนโธ
๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฟ๐˜† ๐—น๐—ฒ๐˜„๐—ถ๐˜€ ๏ผ saved me from getting kidnapped
๐—น๐˜†๐—ฟ๐—ฎ ๐—ธ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฑ๐˜† ๏ผ i saved u from a group of girls trying tk get ur number??
๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฟ๐˜† ๐—น๐—ฒ๐˜„๐—ถ๐˜€ ๏ผ ur right, that's 10x worse, thank u

ยฒโต/โฐโต/ยนโธ
๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฟ๐˜† ๐—น๐—ฒ๐˜„๐—ถ๐˜€ ๏ผ can tell the difference between a rat and a ginger guy
๐—น๐˜†๐—ฟ๐—ฎ ๐—ธ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฑ๐˜† ๏ผ i just love being right



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"How're feeling after what that fuckhead did?" Harry asked after a few seconds of silence, the question throwing her off guard completely

Lyra quickly whipped her head around, perplexed as to how he knew what had happened on the night of her 21st. She was planning on telling the girls some point later and the only people who knew were herself andโ”€

"Chunkz fucked up and let it slip, don't really know how I remember to be honest. Was having the time of my life getting plastered," Letting out a small chuckle as he reminisced the whole night. Mainly the parts where the blonde was with him, like how they'd laugh at the lightweights together, (cough cough jj) her beaming aura catching onto anyone she talked to and how the smile on her face never seemed to leave. Lyra was already generally clingy but drunk Lyra was a lot more intense. Latching onto any bit of attention, not that he was complaining; Harry certainly enjoyed the drunken kisses on his cheeks (not that he'd ever admit it) even though she did it to everyone.

He remembered how they'd talked about random shit the morning after when sharing a whole cake to help with their stupid hungover selves and how her face lit up when she opened his dreadfully wrapped present, not that Lyra cared of course. i appreciate the effort very much Harry nodding her head half truthfully, half sarcastically he recalled. She would've been happy with nothing. He knew that quality time was one of the only things that mattered in a friendship for her.

"I'm okay right now. I think." Answering hesitantly after locking eyes with his cerulean ones. She smiled at the way his brows slightly furrowed, hinting that he was still worried even if he tried not to show it.

Harry couldn't help it and he was sure if any of the other guys knew there'd be a lot more commotion about the matter. But he knew that's not what Lyra needed right now and he was determined to do just that, be her friend.

"Besides, It's not a birthday if you don't cry at least a little," squinting her eyes as if she was trying to convince him. "technically a rule at this point."

"You cry at almost everything mate, there's nothing new about that." Harry retorted, helping himself to the packet of crispy M&M's on her counter.

"Okay fuck off," scoffing out a laugh and holding out her hand gesturing for him to share.

"How are things with you and Katie?"

Lyra asked, recalling the late night phone call Harry made to her about a week ago with him needing advice for an argument they'd had. His only excuse for calling her instead of the boys being "you're a girl! you should know these things."

Harry slightly paused, looking at her for a second before going back to shoving M&M's in his mouth whilst simultaneously picking out the blue ones for Lyra because he knew they were her favourite.

"I think she's gonna break up with me."

"What?!" Caught completely off guard she almost started choking. She didn't understand, she thought it was just a small argument.

"We've been arguing a lot recently and the distance isn't helping obviously. I mean she barely talks to me anymore. Always having excuses and shit. Wouldn't be surprised if she was shagging some other lad at this point." Rubbing his forehead out of frustration.

Lyra on the other hand was baffled. She knew their relationship was rocky, but she didn't realise how bad it was. And she wasn't sure her advice could help him anymore. "Harryโ”€"

"Nah don't say anything. Sorry for dumping all this on you, I know how โ”€ you know,"

Lyra bitterly laughed. "I don't even want to think of him right now, never would be better actually but sadly that's not possible."

Harry smiled, handing her more blue M&M's, "Alright we won't talk about how fucked both our love lives are,"

Lyra laughed loudly at how accurate that sentence was. They both had a similar trait of running away from their problems. And throughout the years of their friendship, running away from their problems eventually turned into running to each other. Whenever they had a problem, they would always go to each other first. Whether the other person gave advice or the idea of getting wasted or just talking for hours without bringing up the subject to their pain. The other was always there. Neither of them knew how or when it happened, but it did; an unspoken rule of sorts.

"I could get you a session with my therapist you know?"

"The one you were lying to?" Making a reference to her song and smirking at her.

"Hey! Actually I switched and this one I definitely won't lie to," Positively confident that she would go through with her plan, but Harry knew her better.

"Yeah definitely. And no thanks, think I'm done with trusting people."

Lyra looked at him confusedly and almost worriedly. "You trust me though?" The word 'right' itching the top of her throat, but she knew not to be so paranoid.

"That's different. You're you." he simply responded, handing her the last three blue M&M's. She didn't ask what that meant, she just smiled at him.

"You know they all taste the same Ly,"

"No they don't! they all taste like their colours, trust me I'm always right,"

"Well that's not true at all,"

Lyra made an incorrect buzzer sound before deciding to reply, "No, it is. And when I am wrong I take accountability, hence I'm always right," smiling at him before grabbing her oven gloves to put the cinnamon rolls in the oven.

Harry rolled his eyes, deciding to change the subject because he knew Lyra wouldn't give up. "Why do you like the blue ones anyway?"

"Because they remind me of you duh!"

The blue eyed boy knew she was just joking, so he didn't understand why he could feel his cheeks slightly heat up. Looking down at the empty packet, he made his way towards the bin and ignored the weird feeling he got from her uttering those words. Wouldn't be the first time.

"Come on, that's gonna be in there for a while. Let's go back to the others," Clearing his throat and pulling the oven gloves off her when she made a face of disgust and disinterest.

"But I hate football."

"Can't always have everything can you?" grinning cheekily as he walked towards the living room with Lyra following begrudgingly behind him.

"I definitely can!"



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โ”โ”โ”โ”โ” authors notes !!
the gorgeous gif is by -saturnsbabie
ilysm i ordered this ages ago and just used it now so i'm sorry ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿซถ

kinda left this book icl and i know i put it on hold but i js started writing for fun and then i finished the chapter and was like oh. i didn't rlly proofread bc i js wanted it out so it's kinda shit sorry

anyway i hope you like bc i'm not focusing on this book rn so it'll be ages until another update and i might take it down at some point if i'm being honest but THANK U for 4k i love you all <333
- ry, xo

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