tiltingwithlips | [COLLEGE AU HOORAY] Late '90s, University

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[COLLEGE AU HOORAY] Late '90s, University

So two nights ago, Harry and Kate got into another screaming fight on the quad that ended with Harry flinging his key to Kate's apartment at her feet and Kate threatening to use it to key his door, since he's too much of a loser to own a car, and both of them stalking off to separate bars to drink whiskey and tell their friends that it's really over this time.

REALLY.

Kate has sulked through the last two days, slamming doors and breaking pencil points and trying to remember what, exactly, they were fighting about. But it doesn't matter because she is not going to keep dating crazy. She is going to focus on her reading and go to bed at a reasonable hour and not give Harry Percy another thought.

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He takes a breath. "I was really hoping we could talk about that key again."

She gives him a flat look.

This is Harry not panicking.

"Kate, come on, we both know we're over whatever happened back there."

"Are we."

(His panicked look is adorable.

STOP IT, SELF.)

"Well, yes!"

He knits his brow.

"For my part, I'm sorry, but it wasn't all me, was it, but like I said, we're past that now! It's not that big a deal."

"Not that b--!"

She breaks off, burying her face in her hand.

"How many bloody fights have we had in the last six months, Harry?"

He just. Sort of stands there.

"I don't know. I sort of forget about them after we've made up."

Doesn't she?

"Really! I never would have guessed!"

"Why make yourself crazy with something we've already fixed?"

"But we never really fix anything! We apologize and we take each other back and we shag like rabbits for a weekend but we never fix anything!"

"Fine! We'll fix some things! What would you propose?"

He tries to gesticulate; that turns out to still be a really bad idea.

"I propose you get your head out of your arse and stop thinking you can make everything better by showing up here in the middle of the night!"

"Get off your high horse -- since when have you ever been asleep at this hour before?"

He shakes his head. "No, don't answer that, because none of this would have been necessary if you'd damned well answered my bloody calls."

She presses her lips together.

"Go home, Harry."

He laughs, once. "So much for fixing things, then."

"Oh, good, you've caught on!"

At that, his face falls. Abruptly.

"Hang on a minute--"

She folds her arms, glaring.

She means it.

She really means it.

Harry swallows. "Kate..."

Shit. What does he say? What can tell her?

He searches her face. "I don't want this."

Oh she hates his stupid face and his stupid blue eyes and her own stupid heart.

"Well I'm sorry," briskly, "but I don't want to keep dragging myself through all this every time we fight. I thought I made that clear."

"No, I don't--"

No, shit shit shit shit, this isn't coming out right, this isn't coming out at all.

"I don't want that either," he says, and shit, it sounds stupid and pathetic, and not at all like himself, shit, what is he even doing here?

"Oh, bullshit, Harry, you like the fights as much as the sex!"

"Bullshit yourself, you wouldn't keep fighting if you didn't think it was worth it!"

He's not retorting with his usual heat, though; he actually sounds wounded, a little.

"Though I guess we have your answer on that too."

Her shoulders jerk back and she straightens, indignant, stung.

"Fine, then!"

She spins and heads for the building.

Harry sets his jaw. He starts fumbling with his shirt buttons, and is too agitated to care that he's one button off.

"You're know I'm right, Kate!"

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