Y/N thanks whoever was the architect that designed Harry's house. It's been 5 days since her poor timing and they have not crossed paths once. She didn't even need to self isolate herself in her room nor did Harry.
The closer they have got was last night: Y/N was watching 'Your Name' for the third time - she loved the pleasant visuals and the mind blowing twist that got her every time - when Harry walked in. She felt bad because she had practically kicked out the owner of the room he owned! Y/N should be the one afraid to walk out of her room, not Harry.
However, a problem was surely installed: some essentials started to run low. Among other things, the most urging problem was that bread was almost completely gone - Y/N and Harry were consuming bread like crazy, it was her favorite brekkie food and it seems Harry got addicted too.
Y/N, by this point, was too traumatized to knock on his door again. Don't get her wrong, is not the scene was a horrible and disgusting one, she was his friend and -in that case- unfortunately not blind. Of course, she found Harry pretty and was attracted to him, the blurry imagine of his naked body, especially his cock, did not help to stop it.
Never thought about it for too long, he was a worldwide sensation and she was a student and a daughter, that was her only adjectives she could permanently add to her name. And
Y/N couldn't let her silly teenage girl emotions get the best of her and ruin her friendship with Harry.
Y/N desperately wanted to help their living situation, pay for the groceries and whatnot, but that would be never possible if she never talked to him. Maybe she could just go, leave a note or something! Yes, yes, Y/N could do that, unfortunately, however, she never bothered to ask Harry where or if he had any gloves or masks.
They should be in Harry's credenza that was near the main entrance, that was the most logical sense to put them in Y/N's mind.
"What are you doing?" Harry's voice echos while Y/N is looking through the lower drawer making her lose her balance and falling back.
"Shit! It isn't what it looks it like! I-I.." Her bum hurts a bit and her cheeks are on fire, Harry must think she is a creep who is tiptoeing around his house gathering information an-
"You were sneaking around."
"Oh, no god! I was looking for masks... so I can go out." She says, getting up and looking directly at Harry for the first time in days even if he was wearing his loungewear/pajamas. "That sounded like a terrible excuse but I promise it's the truth."
"I trust you, Y/N, you are looking in the wrong place, however. They are in the kitchen." A moment passes by, Y/N gets even more embarrassed and looks away from Harry's gaze. "Why didn't you tell me you were going out?"
"Last time I went to you it didn't go well."
"About that, I sho-"
"I am sorry, I knocked and it was never my intention to see you...you know." She explains herself way too much, looking at Harry and noticing his pinky cheeks.
"I know, pet." He repeats.
"I was just so sure I hear you say my name! I wouldn't go in if I wasn't sure that you let m-" While Y/N rambles her emotions out, her brain's cog finally work and she is sure that a train hit her. "Fucking shit!"
" I-I, just..." Harry, once again, resembles a kid that got caught with his hands right on the dirt. Without a clear argument in mind, Harry shuts up, pressing his lips together to be sure that anymore words would get out.
"I should really go now, yeah?" She practically sprints out to the hallway but before getting completely out from Harry's perspective, Y/N speaks once more. "Where are the ma-"
