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A/N: another repost!

The Day I Woke up in my Best Friend's Bed

Chapter Three: Oh -swearword- Part One

Okay, so we're out at Starbucks and Harry's just bought our coffees and he's waiting for them while I save his seat. Oh God, it almost killed me to be so close to him and not be able to tell him how I feel. It is true I don't want awkwardness but I don't want to move on from him. To tell you the truth he's the nicest guy I've ever met, and although he can be really clueless at times he's a great friend. And I can bet he'd be an even better lover. I mean, I haven't had many boyfriends – the last one thought I was sleeping with Harry and left without listening to what I had to say. That's the problem with men. They think women can't have friends who are men as well. Well, at least my ex's though so. I just wish my feelings were less complicated. Honestly, life would be so much easier if people's feelings weren't so complicated.

Harry was given our coffees and he carried them carefully over to me. He set mine down in front of me and I sipped it. Oh, the wonders of coffee. It tastes so good and really calms me down – probably not what coffee is supposed to do but oh well.

"Are you alright?" Harry asked, watching me closely.

I smiled and said, "Just thinking about coffee."

He smiled back and said, "So, what are we doing tonight?"

"Well, I'm really tired. I think it was last night…" I trailed off, remembering what it was that made me so tired.

"Okay. Well, after we've had our coffee do you want to go and get some movies?" he asked, probably trying to stop an awkward silence.

I smiled and said, "Yeah, okay. Which movies?"

"Hmm … how about Bridget Jones' Diary?"

"Yeah! I like that movie," I said grinning at him. "What else?"

"You choose one," he said taking a sip of his coffee.

I grinned and said, "The Whole Nine Yards."

"What's that about?" Harry asked.

"It's really funny. You'll love it."

"Okay."

He opened his mouth to say something else but nothing came out. "What?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

He just grinned and said, "Nothing. Don't worry."

"Okay." Well, that started an awkward silence. To avoid looking at his beautiful green eyes (which really are irresistible) I looked past him to the front of the shop. And guess who walked through the door.

Lucy.

Harry must have noticed the look on my face because he said, "What's wrong Mione?"

"Uh … Lucy just walked through the door," I said tearing my eyes away from her and lowering them to look at my coffee.

"And she's brought a friend along." He said looking over his shoulder and noticing the man standing next to her. He looked back at me and said, "Can we go?"

I nodded and drank the last drops of my coffee before standing up and following Harry out of the shop, thankfully avoiding Lucy and her date. Harry grabbed my hand and led me through the crowd of people on the sidewalk over towards the car. He unlocked it and we hopped in.

"You alright?" I asked, turning to look at him.

He smiled weakly and said, "I'm fine. That was the guy she was cheating with."

"Oh," I said quietly.

"It's alright," he said taking my hand in his again. It felt good to hold his hand as we drove towards the video shop. I must stop obsessing over him. I mean, I keep on staring off into space (or maybe at him) and he's probably a little confused. I turned my attention back to him to see a single tear running down his cheek.

"Oh Harry," I said, squeezing his hand. "Pull over." He nodded and stopped the car next to the sidewalk. "Do you wanna talk?"

He sniffed and said, "It's just that she told the papers all this shit about me and she's the one who cheated and broke up with me."

"I know," I said rubbing his arm. He has nice arms. They're all muscly and I really shouldn't be thinking about that when I'm supposed to be comforting him, eh? "It's not fair, is it?"

He shook his head and pulled some tissues out of the side compartment on the door. "You know what she said to me?" I shook my head. "She accused me of sleeping with you."

I felt my stomach jump slightly and my face grew hot. "My ex accused me of sleeping with you," I said in a small voice.

He sniffed and said, "Women suck."

"Men suck," I added.

He gave me a watery smile and said, "Well, we'll stick together, won't we? Mione, I want us to always be friends. No matter what."

I smiled and said, "Always and forever. Now, what about those movies?"

He wiped the rest of his tears away and started the car again. As we drove towards the video shop his hand was still holding tight onto mine and he didn't let go, even to turn corners. Come to think of it he has nice hands. They're not really rough and not completely soft but somewhere in the middle. Nice to hold onto.

Harry looked sideways at me, "Thanks Mione."

"Any time," I said squeezing his hand. We arrived at the video shop and Harry parked the car in one of the vacant spaces out the front we got out of the car and walked into the shop to rent the movies and buy some popcorn and chocolate. "We ready?" I asked once he had paid for everything.

"Sure. Come on," he said picked the movies up from the counter. I grabbed the popcorn and chocolate and followed him out to the car.

As we were driving back to our apartment I had a flashback – or that's what I think it was. I think I had this flashback of what happened last night. Picture me straddling Harry's lap and grinding my hips into his while kissing him passionately, our mouths wide open to each other.

I think I gasped in surprise or something because Harry said, "You alright there?"

"Uh, yeah. I'm fine," I said, blushing and looking out the window. Okay, so I just remembered part of what happened last night. Oh God, please do not let me remember any more. Because if I do then … then I know I'll tell Harry and he'll get his mischievous grin again and I really can't resist that grin.

"We're home," Harry said stopping the frantic babbling that was going through my head. "Come on Mione."

I climbed out of the car, picked the popcorn and chocolate up and followed Harry into the building and over to the lift. As we were standing in the lift together I had another of those flashbacks. Except this one was longer and worse. Well, not worse in a sense but worse for me at that moment. Oh God it was graphic. We were naked on the bed making love. But not like how I would normally have sex – I'd usually be on top but anyway. I was underneath Harry, kissing him, and he was thrusting good and hard into me. I remembered moaning his name out very loudly and hearing him moan too.

Oh great. I remember everything.

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A/N: h'ok, so. It's still pretty crap. -shrug- I dunno… I won't just delete it, I promise. It needs heavy reconstruction though. Oh well… hopefully this is slightly better than what was posted last.

Alex