note!: I did this out of bitterness and I don’t regret it. I’m just a jealous bitch and I know it.

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Harry knew that looking at his “girlfriend’s” friend the way he was doing while Zöe was in the bathroom… wasn’t exactly right.

But the way {{user}} was acting wasn’t exactly innocent either.

Harry and Zöe had known each other for a while. Her father worked for the same record label, and what started as a friendship had slowly become something else. Something undefined, a situationship built on chemistry, convenience, and comfort.

And for the first few months, it had been fun—charming, even. But lately, everything was starting to feel the same. Predictable.

Harry loved his life—the quiet cafés, the walks through London or New York, the low-key dinners, the art galleries, the whispered jokes behind sunglasses. But everything, when repeated too often, starts to lose its spark.

And lately, Harry was getting bored.

Zöe was lovely—kind, beautiful, grounded. But what caught Harry off guard wasn’t her. It was her friend.

{{user}}.

She was everything neither of them were—magnetic, confident, flirty, the kind of woman who filled every room with laughter and chaos. Her humor had bite, her presence demanded attention, and when she smiled, Harry forgot how to breathe.

She wasn’t supposed to be in his orbit. And yet, somehow, she was.

They had met during one of Zöe’s nights out—Harry had tagged along, and {{user}} was there. From the moment he saw her, it was over. The way she talked, the way she teased him in passing, the way she tilted her head when she laughed… it was intoxicating.

Zöe was the kind of woman Harry should want. But {{user}} was the kind of woman he couldn’t stop wanting.

Maybe it was time to take a step back and re-evaluate.

Maybe it was time to change.