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3) whats your favorite/least favorite quality about yourself; why

i really like how curious i am. there’s always something new to learn, there’s so much things i don’t know, but i Want to know. i’m always researching something or asking questions, but i’m also always answering questions. friends will often ask me about random stuff, because the likelihood of me randomly knowing is high, and if i don’t know i Will check it out for them. which i think makes me an interesting person and a good friend :)

as for what i don’t like. hmm maybe connected to the previous i can get pretty fixated. both in the “oh i know something let me Tell you about it” way and in the “i must find it out Now” way. which makes me an annoying person and a bad friend :(

6) how is your life different now from two years ago

i haven’t yet joined soviet movie club in april two years ago, which is such a big part of my life now honestly. i cherish the people i got to know thanks to it and the time we spent together every week on our silley little old movies 💛

15) what is your favorite memory

another favourite is a recollection of family holiday from when i was in middle school. we (me, my younger brother, our parents) drove to croatia, and one day did a plitvice lakes trip. the weather was Awful, it was pouring the whole day, which meant the park was unusually empty. sometimes it felt like we had the whole place to ourselves. the place was absolutely charming, i fell in love instantly. we had a rainbow beach umbrella to protect us from rain, and at the end it was soaking wet. after the walk we got a full block of cheese and sat in the car eating it by cutting pieces off with a single camping knife we had. no cheese every tasted better than that one

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theunrealinsomniac · 7 years

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Number two out of three for @belle-delesque

More Haphne, cus yes. All the Haphne.

159 - [text] Also, my bed has glitter in it for reasons I do not recall

Harry smiled as he picked up his phone, the picture of Daphne sticking her tongue out at him, a snow covered, green woolly hat pushing her long blonde hair down and around her equally snow covered shoulders, lighting up the screen.

Her text scrawled across the front -

Daphne ‘Blondie’ Greengrass - 16 messages - 05:04am

Oh, this had to be good. She’d drunk text him last night after all. She had warned him to either sleep with his phone in another room, or turn it on silent. She had a habit of texting him on her nights out and last night had been Pansy’s hen do.

He was actually impressed she hadn’t drunk dialled him. It sometimes happened and when she next saw him, for coffee or a movie, hell even for the occasional dog walking expedition ... she was mortified and apologised over and over again.

He didn’t mind too much, she was a funny drunk and kind of sweet. She got very cuddly and he wouldn’t lie ... it was kinda nice to be cuddled up with your intelligent, funny, beautiful and sexy friend.

...

Okay, yes, he had a bit of a crush on her. You try spending time around someone who was damn near joy personified. Who’s smile lit up her face when you were around and not be at least a little smitten with her.

Putting his empty plate down, he’d decided to leave his phone in the kitchen last night, and nibbling at the last remnants of his toast, Harry opened the first text message, just as his dog Snuffles, loped into the living room and got on the sofa in his usual spot.

Harry! It’s Daphne! I’m sorry, I’m drunk and I’m texting you. You’re probably asleep. We’re dancing at a club! Pansy’s wasted! X - 00:19am

You should come dancing with us some time! I bet you look good on the dancefloor! X - 00:24am

Yesh! That song’s playing! X - 00:24am

You’re so lucky to have a wiltty friends like me! X - 00:25am

Harry chuckled, the poor blonde was going to be so embarrassed. The play on words was funny though, he’d probably have to take her up on the dancing though.

More messages.

I had to gete outside, I’m texting again, I know, you’re asleep. I’ll apologise tomorrow. I just kinda wish you were here. Creepy dude was staring down my dress, you’d have kicked his arse for me x - 01:16am

Harry frowned at that. He hoped the bloke had left her alone. She shouldn’t have her night ruined by some creeper.

The next message seemed better though.

Or maybe just to keep me warm! I’m freezing my tits off out here! Should have worn a thicker dress, or maybe some tights. Not that you want to know about wehat I’m wearing, you’d keep me warm huh? X - 01:20am

Girlies are calling me, we’re going to another club and then food, I’ll let you sleep undisturbed now! Mr ‘I can’t come on a hen night.’ Night night, sleeping beauty x - 01:25am

Undisturbed indeed, she was only halfway through her messages.

The next one seemed to have taken on a more serious note. It made his stomach drop a bit if he was honest.

Okay, real talk, why are you single? Seriously Harry,we were talking, cause the girls saw me texting and they figured it was you. THey want to know, why haven’t you got a girlfriend? You’re sweet, funny and all kinds of sexy, THEIR WORDS NOT MINE! You don’t have to answer if you don’t want x - 02:40am

Shots! X - 02:49am

Still waiting on that answer Mr Potters x 03:00am

Harry shook his head slowly as he moved into his living room, relaxing into his favourite armchair and sighed. She really was going to be mortified now.

The girls are saying it’s cus you lurrrrrrve me, I told them that’s silly. You’d have done something about it if you did. That’s kinda why I likes you, if you want something you go out and get it. If you’d wanted me, you’d have gotten me already huh? THey’re not buying that though, fuck them, they is drunk as a skunk x - 03:01am

iMaybe it’s cus you don’t want to ruin our friendshipp though ... that’s a good point, I don’t know what I’d do without you to hang out with. It’s too sad to think about! X - 03:05am

Harry’s stomach flip flopped and he nearly spat out his tea as he read the last few messages.

I’d have aasked you out, but I was kinda worrrrrrried you’d say no and then I’d look silley x - 03:17am

Maybe we should get dinner? Couldn’t huret right? What do youse thinnnk Harry? Dinner? Or I could make you breakfast? ;) x 03:19am

‘Just drunk texts,’ Harry murmured to himself as he stared transfixed at the messages. She’d be mortified when she woke up and blame everything on the drink and probably go bright red adorably and he’d chicken out on saying he’d actually quite like dinner ... this was hardly the first time she’d sent him suggestive drunk texts after all.

I’m home! Kinda wish you were here, I’m not sober enough to sleep and I could use your help getting into bed ;). If I hadn’y promised not to ring I’d so booty call you right now, screw the risks, let’s see what happens. You had to know I was checking you out the last few times we’d hung out, I felkt so obvious! Well anyway, I’m going to sleep, maybe I’ll wake up and you’ll be here. THat’d be nice. Night night Harry XXXX 04:11am

Also, my bed has glitter in it for reasons I do not recall. It should have you in it instead.

...

Please don’t hate me when you read these x 04:15am

Harry placed his phone down gently, deliberately.

He tapped his fingers on the arm of his chair and he stared out his window into the dense woods that his backyard fell out on to.

He checked the time, half ten in the morning. Daphne would have been asleep for six hours. He could call ... he should call.

Shouldn’t he?

But what if she knocked him back and it did ruin their friendship. Did he really want to risk that? Of course, he wanted more, Daphne was amazing and if he let this pass again ... would he get another shot?

Fuck it.

He picked up his phone, his stomach warbling as he dialled Daphne’s number.

The phone rang out maybe three times before -

‘Hello?’ Daphne’s voice was low, a drawl more than anything. ‘Harry?’

‘Hi Daphne, sorry to wake you, how was your night?’

Daphne yawned, groaning as she ruffled, the static of her movement coming across the line. ‘Don’t tell me, I drunk texted you huh?’

‘Yup,’ Harry said, his stomach twisting in and out of knots. ‘Did you read them yet?’

‘No, hold on.’ Daphne’s line was silent, occasionally broken by her gasping or sighing and then after a long minute Daphne spoke. ‘Fuck, Harry, that’s um ... sorry?’

Crunch time Harry, he thought, as he took a deep breath.

‘I’ll understand if you-’

‘Dinner?’ Harry blurted out, ever so smoothly. ‘I mean, um, would you mind if I took you up on that offer of dinner?’

There was more silence on the line and for a terrible minute Harry thought he’d just gambled and lost big time.

‘D-dinner,’ Daphne stuttered over the word and he could practically feel the blush blossoming on her face. Or maybe that was just his. ‘With me?’

‘Yes,’ he said, feeling more confident than he felt.

‘Even after?’

‘Yes.’

‘Um,’ Daphne said and this time he could feel a smile. ‘Can you do tonight? My place?’

‘Sounds perfect,’ he said and smiled wide, the grinning doggy face of Snuffles looking on approvingly from the sofa. ‘What do you want me to bring?’

‘Just you ... maybe some paracetamol?’

They laughed together and Harry felt a warm buzz in his stomach.

‘Harry?’ Daphne’s voice cut through the sighs of post-laughter.

‘Yeah?’

‘Are you sure about us?’

Harry took a moment and smiled softly. ‘Yeah, couldn’t hurt could it?’

Daphne groaned and sighed. ‘Don’t use those messages against me, I feel stupid enough that I had to tell you in drunk texts that I fancied you. Just ... come for dinner, we’ll see what happens ... I’m not promising breakfast before you even joke!’

Harry laughed, Daphne joined in shortly after and it was warm and happy and ... perfect. ‘Okay, seven?’

‘Yeah,’ Daphne said.

‘Can’t wait.’

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