A faint buzzing against your ear intrudes on your deep sleep. Groaning with annoyance you glance to the clock on your end table. "2:30?" you grumble. 

The buzzing continues as you lazily search underneath your pillow for your phone. Pressing the answer button without looking at the Caller ID, you mumble a faint ¨Hello?¨

Silence fills the other side of the line. ¨Hello..." you continue. "I'm gonna hang up in 3, 2 -"

"Hi," the voice interrupts. 

"Who is this?" you question. 

"Harry," he speaks timidly. 

You roll your eyes, knowing he must be drunk, again. "Harry how many times have I told you not to call me when you're drunk out of your mind," you lecture. 

"I'm sorry," he groans. His words are slurred, running together as if they are competing to see which one comes out first. "I just," he starts, but doesn't finish. 

You can hear music pounding through the phone. A feminine young voice yells, "Harry come back here and dance with me!" You quickly hang up with a pain in your heart and turn your phone off, completely this time. 

- - -

You wake up late the next morning, a bright and sunny Sunday full of potential. While the rest of your body wakes up, you check your phone. Your eyes widen as you see eighteen missed calls from Harry, three voicemails, and one text from Harry. Curious, you open the text message, which says it was sent early this morning. 

"I'm so sorry y/n. I was completely shit faced last night and was not in the right head space. Please ignore the degrading and embarrassing voicemails I sent. I'm very sorry for waking you up as well. Hope you are doing good. Harry."

You consider deleting the voicemails without listening, but think better of it. This could be some seriously good blackmail for the future, you think. You feel guilty as you press play on the first message, but feel better when you remember he was with a girl last night and interrupted your beauty sleep.

"Heyyy there beautiful.... Sorry I was a lil coward before... Are you sleep? You probably are. Shit! Well, I jus wanna say, um... What did I wanna say?"

The voicemail ends, and begins to play over. You shake your head and move on to the next one. 

"I remember. Oh, it's Harry by the way.... um... I'm an arrogant son of a bitch, and.... I w-wasn't ready for all of it, it was too much for me to handle..." He rambles on. 

"I wasn't ready... so you... you can't blame me, okayyyy? But I-I couldn't admit I was sorry so... and listen... I know you tryna be friends, b-but I don't know if I can just be friends when you used to um, call me 'babu' I mean 'baby'". He apologizes for being drunk which makes you grin. He sounds a lot less intoxicated in this voicemail than in the first. 

"I just wanna make you see me different, ya knowww... what do they say... in a better light I guess. I know I'm um, I can get very jealous, but um I just wanted to say I miss you... and I miss the the uh, shape of your lips and your wit and um... yeah. I'm an arrogant son of a bitch." 

The noise comes to a stop as silence fills every nook and cranny of your lonely room. You eventually click on the third and final voicemail. 

"It's me, again." He begins. 

"I'm not drunk anymore, and it's like four in the morning and I'm super tired, but um, I know you've probably already listened to my other voicemails because that's just how you are, but if by any chance you haven't please please please delete them right now because I have no fucking idea what I said and it's probably really bad. Also sorry for waking you up." The line goes silent.

You contemplate your next move. 

"So you finally realized you were an arrogant son of a bitch?"

"Did I say that?"

"That would be a yes... That's a pretty good line, 

where'd you hear that from?"

"My all time favorite rom-com, The Notebook. Guess even drunk 

Harry has a good taste in movie quotes."

"I heard you miss the shape of my lips too."

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authors note //

okay first of all I saw a tiktok where Noah from The Notebook calls himself an arrogant son of a bitch and if you know Harry you know that's his favorite movie so I mean I'm just connecting the dots but I have no idea if that's actually true. 

idk what this is because I just felt the need to write something but also because I figured why not because I'm stuck in my house because of COVID-19. I hope all you guys are healthy and staying home reading lots of Harry fanfics lol. A great way to pass time.

This was lowkey all over the place but imma try and write some more.