You were smiling as you chatted with a guy at a party. The music was blasting around you and the lights were colorful.

"So are you free this Saturday?" He asked leaning against the kitchen island, with a sly smile on his lips.

Before you could answer, you heard a voice behind you.

"She's busy." Harry hissed. You rolled your eyes, you always hated him and he hated you. So the guy simply left after Harry said that.

Did he really have to ruin every chance of you having a boyfriend?