Harry Bingham

                                    

                                          
I was sketching, when Luke comes in. "You busy?" He asks. I put my pencil down. "No I was just finishing up. Do you need anything?". "Harry's been depressed for past couple of days and he won't come to work. We've tried Kelly and Allie but he still hasn't moved." He says fast. "What makes you think he'd want to see me?". "You're literally our only option right now." I sigh. "Fine." I get up and Luke drives me to Harry's.
                          
We get inside. "I'll just be down here." Luke says. I nod going upstairs into Harry's room. "For the 100th time go away." I heard him say from under the blanket. "I would but I don't think I'm going to." I sit on the edge of his bed. "I don't wanna see anyone." "Yeah the only person you wanna see is Campbell with a bunch of drugs in his pocket." He gives me the stare. "Sorry went to far." I say quietly.
                          
"Why do they keep sending people to try and get me out." He sits up. Well that's a start I guess. "Because we care about you. I mean yeah you can be an asshole most of the time but you're nice when you wanna be." "Bullshit no one gives a fuck about me.". Then I remember what Harry said to me when we were 14. I jump on his bed next to him and grabs his cheeks to make him look at me.
                          
"Okay listen Bingham. I know you feel like no ones care about you, but a lot of people do. Even the people you wouldn't even think of. Now if I hear you're thinking of ending it, I will literally force you to step in a puddle." "How is that bad-." "With socks." "Okay that's psychotic." He mumbles. We both laugh. "That is the first time I've heard you genuinely laugh in years." I tell him.
                          
There was a silence in the room. Until Harry spoke. "Why did we stop being friends?" "You were obsessed with popularity and girls, I was busy taking care of my family, so we drifted apart." "Right." He looks down at his hands fiddling. "But now in this 'New Ham', maybe we could try and be friends again?" He looks up with a smile. "I'd like that." "Me too. Now you need to get up and do your job, luckily I'm doing the same job as you."
                          
"What are we doing?" "Dishes." He groans. "Bitch please there's worse jobs than dishes, like picking up the trash." "I think you're too heavy for me to pick up." "Haha very funny." I playfully punch him in the arm. "Now get dressed I'm gonna be waiting downstairs." I tell him getting up. He nods, and I go downstairs. "Did it work?" Luke asks. "Yeah, he's just getting dressed." "Want me to drive you both?" "Nah, we'll walk." Luke nods and leaves.
                          
After a couple of minutes, Harry walks down the stairs. "So what time does work start?" He asks. "In 2 hours." "So what are we gonna do till then." "We are going to our old treehouse." "I thought you would've taken it down." "Yeah my dad wanted to, but it held to many memories I didn't want gone." We walked to my house and went to my backyard. 
                          
"I really am sorry for leaving you." He apologises. "It's alright." "No it's fucking not, I left you when you needed me most. I'm a dick." "Well I mean you are a dick, but I forgive you." I hold my arms out for a hug and he hugs me back. "I kinda missed your smell." "My smell?" I say confused. "Yeah Strawberries and Cookies." The Strawberry shampoo and my Cookie flavour deodorant. "I didn't know you payed that much attention." I told him a little surprised.
                          
"Didn't we do a time capsule underneath the garden gnome?" He asks disregarding what we were just talking about. "Yeah we did." I grabbed a shovel, moved the gnome and started digging. It only took me a minute since we didn't dig it deep enough when we were kids.
                          
I opened it up and it had a letter I'm guess Harry put that inside for himself. And my friendship bracelet. Harry took out the letter and read it then gave it to me. Surprisingly I can understand his handwriting. "Dear y/n I love you I don't know if I still do when I'm older but I hope I do. If I do anything wrong don't forget to punch me in the ribs." I laugh at the last part. "So you still love me?" I tease. "Yeah actually I do." "Wha-." He kisses me. "Please say you feel the same." "Can I have time?" "Um yeah sure." "I'm kidding idiot. Yeah I do." He smiles and we kiss again.