Her head throbs; all of this is too much to think about, too much to consider, and too much to sort through in this unfamiliar bed. Y/N starts to crawl out of it, “I need to go,” she told them, “Thank you – thank you for everything, I’m sorry for ruining your night.”
“You didn’t ruin it,” Emi smiled gently, and with a delicate, manicured hand, she squeezed her bicep, “Are you calling for a ride? Please don’t wait outside, you can stay here until they come.”
Y/N nodded – staying in here, instead of loitering outside their flat building in an area she’s never been sounds much better – so she grabbed for her purse that she’d dropped at the side of their bed.
She didn’t give herself a chance to overthink it when she scrolled to Harry’s contact.
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Y/N overthinks and yearns, but Harry just knows they're soulmates
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