a/n: welcome to the final part of In My Feelings!!!! it had taken ages to get here, but we are finally here! I wrote over 13k words today, which is lowkey insane but I am very proud of myself for doing. Also, this series is a total 156.3k words–that’s a whole ass novel, peeps. I hope that number kind of puts into perspective the amount of work that went into this fic and will hopefully help you guys understand why it took me so long to finish. Thank you to every one who’s read this fic, those of you that have read it more than once, those of you who reblog it and lose it in the tags, those who have been in my ask box encouraging me to finish and talking about this fic with me! I really want to make sure that the people who truly exhibited an extreme amount of patience and were kind towards me know that I appreciate them very much! anyway, this is the final part, i hope you enjoy it! (fair warning: any messages complaining about the ending or expressing disappointment of any kind will be deleted i did not bust my ass for that kind of energy lol)
what it is: you and harry hate one another but that doesn’t stop you from fucking
warning: ANGST. the amount of times i cried writing this…i caused my own distress
word count: 35.3k can u fucking believe it. out with a bang, peeps
Your finger was flush against the buzzer. After about twenty seconds, you released it and waited for the crackling of a voice to come through. When it didn’t, your finger was on the buzzer again. It was late, but Sarah was probably up—and even if she wasn’t, she wasn’t a very heavy sleeper. A shiver ran through your body and you looked at the darkened street behind you, just to make sure you were still alone. You were about to hit the button again when you heard the static.
“Hello?” It was Sarah.
“It’s (Y/N).”
“What do you want?”
“Can I come up?”
“No.”
You sighed and pressed the button. “Sarah, seriously. This is important. Please, let me up.”
“Do you even know what time it is? Not that you would care if you woke me up considering you don’t seem to care about anyone but—“
“Jesus, Sarah, just let her up.” Mitch’s voice cut through.
Their voices cut out and then the door buzzed which signaled it had been opened. You pushed through and walked straight to the elevator. On your way up to her floor, you tried to clear the mess of mascara from under your eyes, even though you knew it was a lost cause. Waterproof may have been a bitch to get off, but it would’ve saved you from looking like the mess you knew you were.
The door was open when you got to it and Mitch was there with his hand on the doorknob. His eyebrows shot up when he saw you.
“Oh, my god. Are you okay?” He grabbed your arm and pulled you inside with a look of concern on his face.
You forced a faint smile as he closed the door behind you. “Yeah, fine. Everything’s fine.”
“Do you even know what time it is? I don’t even know why you thought I’d want to—oh.” Sarah froze when she turned the corner from the living room and saw you standing there in your rumpled dress with tear stained cheeks. “What happened?”
