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You dialed the familiar number for the tenth time in as many minutes, and for the tenth time, you were sent to voicemail. With an exasperated sigh, you tapped out a short text message to your friend Brooke, “Y wont you talk 2 me?” You sent a similar message to Briely.
“U no y,” was the horrendously short reply from Brooke, with continued radio silence from Briely. Your eyes itched with tears, you didn’t know why. One minute the three of you were inseparable, staying up until the wee hours of the morning talking on the phone, and the next…they had cut you from their lives with no clear warning.
You sniffled lightly, trying to keep yourself from falling completely headlong into a spiral of self-pity. There was probably some reasonable explanation why your friends where ganging up on you like this. Maybe they were both at some new job, and couldn’t answer their phones properly. They’d get off their shift tonight, call you, and apologize profusely for making you doubt for even a millisecond that you were Three Amigos…though that sounded like a long shot.
A strangled sob escaped your mouth as you dove headfirst into the pillows on your bed. Your muffled sobs shook your small frame as you pulled the pillow tight against your face. You didn’t want your family to hear you like this.
No such luck it seemed, as you heard the light knock on your bedroom door. “[Y/N]? Is everything alright?” you heard the deep tones of your brother Harry’s voice, “Can I come in?”
Your head popped up from your pillow. Shit. You didn’t want your brother to see you like this. Clearing your throat you jumped off your bed to keep your appearance in your mirror. “Just a minute Harry,” your voice cracked as you tried to come off as calm. Damn you were going to need to be more convincing than that.
“[Y/N]? Have you been crying?” Harry’s concerned voice came from behind the door.
You frantically pulled tissues out of the box to mop up the tears that were still streaming down your face. They showed no sign of stopping in the foreseeable future, but you were desperate to hide this from Harry. “No Harry, I just…stubbed my toe on my bed,” you called lamely. Man, you were horrendous at this.
You were still wiping desperately at your face when you heard the distinct creak of your door swinging open. “[Y/N], it doesn’t sound like–you are crying!” Harry accused as he walked up behind you.
Your hands dropped to your sides defeated, the tissues crumbled in your hands. You shrugged your shoulders limply, “So maybe I’m crying…” you sniffled lightly, “It’s not that big of a deal…”
“Did something happen?” Harry’s voice was full of concern, “Did you get a bad mark?”
Oh, how you wished it was just a bad mark in school. You shook your head, the tears pooling in your eyes again as you recalled your friends’ betrayal. “Briely and Brooke…won’t talk to me.” you wailed finally, unable to hide your distress.
Harry pulled you into a bear hug, your tear-stained face getting lost into his cotton shirt. He stroked the back of your head soothingly, making hushing sounds as he tried to calm you. “There there [Y/N], it’s going to be alright. They’ll come back. It’ll be alright.” Harry cooed.
“But we talk every night! I don’t understand why they won’t talk to me,” you tried to explain around your crying, “I don’t understand why! I don’t understand…”
“Did they say anything to you?” Harry asked helpfully.
You shook your head, but then said, “I have a text…” you sniffled weakly. Without any additional prompting, you pulled out of Harry’s hug and went to retrieve your phone. Wordlessly you handed it to Harry to read for himself.
“I don’t understand, ‘u no y’? What does that mean?” Harry’s brow crinkled with confusion.
You shrugged again, “I don’t know what it means either,” you said helplessly.
Harry was thoughtful for a minute, but then said, “The lads are coming over in a couple of minutes to watch The Avengers, why don’t you tell these girls where to shove it and come watch with us?”
You picked at the polish on your fingernail, “Are you sure you wouldn’t mind if your dorky sister tagged along?” you asked quietly.
“Of course not!” Harry said beaming, “The boys love you! They won’t mind.”
A small smile curled across your face at Harry’s enthusiasm. “Well if you don’t mind…” you started slowly.
“It’s decided!” Harry exclaimed excitedly as he grabbed hold of your hand and started to drag you out of your room, “Now would it be too much to ask if you helped me make the boys nachos?”
You giggled, “Of course not, I’d be happy to.”