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Elizabeth Mortimer, called Kate Percy ([personal profile] tiltingwithlips) wrote2012-12-23 10:12 am
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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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tiltingwithlips: (K In sooth)

[personal profile] tiltingwithlips 2012-12-30 06:32 am (UTC)(link)
She folds her arms, glaring.
valiantrebel: ('zounds i will speak)

[personal profile] valiantrebel 2012-12-30 06:35 am (UTC)(link)
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."
tiltingwithlips: (M Of royal lineage)

[personal profile] tiltingwithlips 2012-12-30 06:42 am (UTC)(link)
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."
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[personal profile] valiantrebel 2012-12-30 06:47 am (UTC)(link)
"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?
tiltingwithlips: (K Break thy little finger)

[personal profile] tiltingwithlips 2012-12-30 06:49 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, bullshit, Harry, you like the fights as much as the sex!"
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[personal profile] valiantrebel 2012-12-30 06:55 am (UTC)(link)
"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."
tiltingwithlips: (K Break thy little finger)

[personal profile] tiltingwithlips 2012-12-30 06:58 am (UTC)(link)
Her shoulders jerk back and she straightens, indignant, stung.

"Fine, then!"

She spins and heads for the building.
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[personal profile] valiantrebel 2012-12-30 07:03 am (UTC)(link)
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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[personal profile] tiltingwithlips 2012-12-30 07:05 am (UTC)(link)
"Good night, Harry!"

"Would you be quiet!" someone yells from the windows above.
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[personal profile] valiantrebel 2012-12-30 07:10 am (UTC)(link)
He might have retorted, in any other circumstance, but there's Kate, going, going, not turning around.

Shit.

...Shit.

Well, fuck all of this.

Harry turns and stalks off himself. No matter that it's two miles to the dorm, and no matter whatever the hour is. His heart is pounding too loudly for him to think over. The walk will do him good.

...God, God. He grabs at his hair. What the hell just happened to them?
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