you had known henry glasgow mccartney for a good chunk of your life. he used to be your college roommate and the two of you would host parties like there was no tomorrow.

yeah, the two of you would hook up here and there… but that’s because the both of you were drunk, right…? (not in henry’s case, maybe in yours?)

you had moved from your hometown after graduating, which meant you hadn’t seen henry in a bit. “a bit” intended over a year. henry was 26 and you’re still 25. you still had henry wrapped around your finger, though. he never stopped thinking about you, and it was hard to comprehend for him.

tonight, you’re back in your hometown with a few old friends. there was a party at some guys house and everybody was excited to go because they couldn’t remember the last time they’ve been to a party where they could dress up.

when your group arrived, the door swung open and your friends walked in, but the guy holding the door open moved his hand out to stop you, his eyebrows all furrowed and his eyes narrowed a little.

it was henry.