Flower Crowns

It was one thirty in the morning, way past what Blue had told Milo. She was sitting in on Liam's bed, going through an old photo album.

Liam and Blue had been a thing back in high school, but that was old news. They were good friends– some might even call them best friends– and fine with that and that only.
Suddenly, the door opened, and a hot mess of a couple stumbled into the room, making out and not even noticing Blue sitting right in front of them.

“Room’s taken, chumps. Beat it,” she said, standing up to look more threatening. Blue was taller for her age (which led to many nicknames in school).

The couple quickly went off to somewhere else.

About twenty minutes of Blue playing Soda Crush on her android phone (because who pays £500 for a phone?), and someone else opened the door to Liam's room.

“Blue? What're you doing in here?” Liam said, closing the door behind him. Blue gave Liam a side smirk, saying that there was nothing else to do.
“Well, I saw Milo leave with Tommy Gerard, so I don't think you have a ride from him. You guys still share that flat, right?” Blue nodded.

“Oh, well–” Liam was interrupted by a knock at the door. He held up a finger, signaling ‘one minute’, then getting up and opening the door.

“Oh, hi Harry,“ Liam said, to let Blue know the stalker was here. “Listen, can you keep watch while I take my friend home–” Harry looked behind Liam, his eyes glittering as he recognized Blue–“She doesn't have a ride since Milo went to get laid.” Liam chuckled awkwardly.

“I can take her,” Harry offered quickly.

Blue stood up and dashed to the door, next to Liam. “Harry, was it?” She paused, knowing she was treading on thin ice by the look in Harry's stone cold eyes, “You don't have to. Liam knows where I live, and… well, I trust him more than a stranger, thank you.”

Harry looked right through her, than straight back at Liam. “It's your party, mate. Let me take her home.”

“I really think that Blue would like me to take her home, man.”

So that’s her name, Harry thought, smiling to himself. It's perfect.

harry held up his hands in surrender. “Go ahead. I'll watch this train wreck for ya.” He smiled, sarcastically, his pine-tree green eyes sparkling.

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