espionage [h.s.]

FORTY TWO

A.N. Decided to update earlier than I was planning in hopes it may cheer some of you up in this scary and uncertain time. Pls take a min to read the a.n. at the end too 🖤

ROCHELLE

"That wasn't what it looked like," I say, unlocking the door of my room and ushering Connie inside.

My heart is still thumping erratically from the fact that she just caught Harry and I together, and while I was admittedly a little relieved that it was her and not someone else, I'm still feeling rather stressed about it. Harry's expression was a mix of shock and horror as soon as he realised someone had caught us, and I could tell that he was starting to panic. I tried to calm him down by assuring him that I'd talk to Connie and make sure she stays quiet about what she saw, but whether he's actually calmed down or not is still unknown.

Speaking of Connie, she spins around to face me as I close the door behind us, one of her eyebrows raised unconvincingly. "So you and Harry didn't just have a steamy make-out session in the corridor?"

My words immediately falter and I pause, pursing my lips. There's really no point in lying to her, especially when she just witnessed Harry and I with our tongues down each other's throats with her own eyes. "Ok," I mumble quietly. "So it kind of was what it looked like...."

Connie just laughs, shaking her head at me in amusement. "I can't believe this," she exclaims, walking over to take a seat on my bed. "It's kind of brilliant."

I arch an eyebrow at her, surprised. "Wait," I say, holding a hand out. "You're not mad?"

"Uh, no....?" She shoots me a frown, seeming confused as to why I even asked that. "Why would I be mad? I'm your friend. And besides, it's not my place to be mad at you. You're allowed to do what you want. I'm more impressed, if anything."

"Impressed?" I echo, walking over to join her on the bed. "Why?"

"Because you managed to bag the hottest trainer here, you bitch!" she replies, making me laugh when she playfully tosses a pillow at me. "And because you two have managed to keep it a secret for so long. That's a lot of sneaking around."

"Yeah," I sigh, thinking back to all the times I've had to tiptoe down to Harry's apartment, panicking over the thought of someone seeing me or running into someone. "You have no idea."

As I talk, Connie's eyes scan over my still made-up bed, and then she suddenly lets out a small gasp. "Oh my god!" she exclaims, seeming to be putting two and two together. "When I knock on your door in the mornings and you don't answer, it's not because you're still sleeping, it's because you're at Harry's!" I just laugh again, rolling my eyes at her playfully as she nudges me with a suggestive look. "Wait," she suddenly says, eyeing me suspiciously. "Have you two fucked?"

I bite down on my lip, unsure of what to say to her, although my hesitation is clearly an answer in itself because she lets out a small scream. "Oh my god, stop!" I shush her, grabbing her hands to stop her clapping like an over excited child. "Shhh, why are you screaming?"

"How can I not?! You have to tell me everything, all the details! When did it happen?"

I shake my head at her, in disbelief that we're even having this conversation right now. "A few days after he got shot on that mission," I eventually tell her. "When I removed that bullet from his chest."

"Ah, so it was thank you sex," Connie hums, a large grin on her lips. "Was it good?"

I hold her gaze for a few seconds, reluctant to answer, but after she wiggles her eyebrows at me suggestively, I laugh and say, "Yes. Obviously."