" 𝕴 cannot believe you just made me do that".

Darlene throws her phone to the side and lands facedown on the bed, hiding her face into the pillow with a loud whine.

"What can I say? I learnt from the best", Mia flashes her a grin snuggling in beside her.

Darlene pulls her head up, glaring at her grinning little sister because holy shit, she literally just said yes to having dinner with Harry.

Oh lord, what have I done?

"I can't do this, Mia. It hurts so much, I can't even look at his pictures without losing my mind. This dinner will be the end of me", she shakes her head, sitting up and bringing her knees to her chest.

"You need this, alright? You've been losing your mind because you still love him and if there's any chance he feels the same—wait, who am I kidding, of course he feels the same", Mia laughs grabbing her sister's hand, "Both of you need this. You'll either get back together or . . . . find a way to move on. But either way, it doesn't matter. Because you're doing this. And I will strangle you if you don't".

Darlene grimaces scooting away from her.

"You're a bit violent, you know that?".

Mia grins wider.

"Again, I learnt from the best", she waves her hand gesturing towards the blonde.

"We're not living in a rom-com, y'know. It's not like we'll just 'kiss and make up'", Darlene mumbles a few seconds later, glancing down at her hands.

"That's it though, isn't it? You're gonna do just that. Kiss and make up. I know you will".

The older one rolls her eyes.

"You have too much faith in me. What if I end up tongue-tied, huh? Ever thought about that? Because it's a possibility, at least with me".

Mia shrugs, "What makes you think he's not going to speak on your behalf? He seemed pretty insistent on the phone, he's not going to let this opportunity go to waste".

Darlene knits her brows, "It's not—", she begins but Mia's teasing smile only makes her sigh, "It's not an opportunity. Shut up".

"Whatever helps you sleep at night. We need to find you an outfit anyways, let me go see what you have".

She stands up and happily trudges over to the closest leaving Darlene to groan and whine on the bed without a readily available audience.

"I'll just wear whatever!".

"No, you can't! This is a life changing affair! Ugh Darlene, why don't you have more dresses?".

At that, she hurries into the closet arms crossed over her chest and a sharp glare directed at the brunette.

"I am not wearing a dress".

Mia stops rifling through the clothes hung by hangers and frowns.

"Why not?".

"Why not? Mia, come on. Don't make this into a bigger deal than it is. I'm not getting married—which, by the way, can be done in a pantsuit as well—and your babbling is absolutely not helping with my anxiety".

The latter exhales a sigh, rolling her eyes as she pushes Darlene back into the room.

"Fine, but I'm not letting you pick your own outfit. We need to make sure it's appropriate for kissing and making up", she wiggles her brows earning a look of pure horror, "He needs to find you irresistible. That's gonna require a lot of work".

"Fuck you. You've never even dated anyone".

Mia snorts.

"Like you have. This was literally your first actual relationship".

"Which means I'm more experienced than you are".

The brunette snickers, "Sure, that is why you chickened out the moment you realised you were in too deep".

Darlene wacks the side of her head, a small 'ow' escaping past the younger one's lips.

"Don't act smart with me", she narrows her bright blue eyes, Mia rolling hers in response.

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darlene & harry = babies. there's literally no other way to describe them.