Coincidence |h.s|

Chapter 21

A/N: Probably the fastest I've ever updated lol. Enjoy!!

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It's been two weeks since I moved out of Harry's house. Lonely isn't even the word to describe how I'm feeling. It's weird... awkward. This apartment definitely feels 10 times lonelier since I've moved back in. I can't explain how much help Sarah was when I moved back in. Mitch and her have been over a couple times.

The first time, Sarah cooked up a storm in my kitchen while Mitch helped me pick out some furniture for the apartment. The second time was right now when my furniture arrived and I had no idea how to set up anything. I ordered us a pizza while Mitch brought over a couple of beers.

We just finished putting together my bed which took about an hour and a half because Mitch thought he could put it together without the instructions. Sarah was so fed up with him. We just stood back and watched him fail over and over again until he finally admitted that he needed help. We were now spread out on the floor in my living room while munching on some pizza as we sipped on our drinks.

"Fresh Brothers pizza will always be my favourite," Mitch groaned as he bit into his third slice.

"I know right. The cheese is the best part," I hummed in agreement while finishing my first slice.

"So um... how is he?" I asked quietly after a few minutes as I wiped the corner of my mouth with my napkin. Mitch and Sarah looked at each other with weary eyes. I could tell they were hesitant to say anything considering the way I anxiously asked them about Harry.

"Um," Sarah answered, clearing her throat before continuing, "He's not the best?" She answered unsure.

"Sarah come on, please tell me," I pathetically begged.

"How are you?" Mitch asked abruptly, catching me off guard.

"Honestly?" I ask. They both shook their heads up and down as they got comfortable.

"I hate this. I hate not having him with me. I can't sleep. I can't eat properly. Like, I don't even know how I finished this slice of pizza. I miss him so much. I've gone to bed crying every night. I miss his smile, his laugh, his little giggles when I do something stupid. I miss the way his nose turns up a little when he smiles. I miss his kisses. I miss his touch. He knew exactly what to do when I was feeling down, he knew how to make me smile again," I explained as tears came flooding to my eyes.

"Well... there's your answer," Mitch softly replied with sad eyes.

We sat in silence for a few more minutes before Sarah spoke up, "Why don't we finish setting up your living room. I think Mitch and I will head out after that."

"Yes, that sounds like a plan. Sorry for crying, guys. These damn tears don't have an off switch," I chuckled as I picked up our beer bottles.

"Come here, sweetie," Sarah cooed as she pulled me in for a hug, "Everything will be alright, okay?"

"Thanks Sarah," I smiled into our hug.

We spent the rest of our night assembling the furniture and drinking some more beers. Sarah and I couldn't stop giggling at Mitch who was once again failing miserably at reading the instructions, but this time it was even more hilarious because he was unbelievably drunk.

After another three hours, we finally finished setting up everything making my apartment somewhat homey. Mitch was almost passed out on my couch while Sarah and I gathered up the last bit of bubble wrap, tossing it in the garbage. That'll be fun to take out tomorrow.