"Don't you just love it?" Harry asked beside Wednesday, as he opened the taxi door and got out.

"Love what?" Wednesday asked, tired from the flight.

"The smell of New York" he replied, closing his eyes and taking an exaggerated sniff of the cold air as he stood on the pavement outside the hotel.

"Oh yeah" Wednesday replied dryly, pulling her suitcase to the curb. "The smell of fresh urine and hot dogs really does it for me."

He grinned as he pulled his own suitcase onto the curb.

With the rest of the band behind them, they all walked into the hotel and checked into their separate rooms, Wednesday thankful to get a shower after all the travelling.

Sitting down on her bed in her towel, she dried her hair as she looked at her phone, seeing a message from Harry.

Rolling her eyes, she was thankful he wasn't asking her to go exploring or for a walk down the busy streets of Manhattan like he usually did. She made herself a coffee, walking over to the window and looking out at the sight of the skyscrapers and autumnal colours with the mug in hand. Mid November in New York meant she'd brought along her warmest clothes and though she was tired, she was excited for the change of scenery.

It was officially the week leading up to SNL, where Harry would be performing and hosting, meaning that after tomorrow it would be non-stop writing sessions, meetings and practices before the big day.

After having a nap and watching some American TV, Wednesday started getting ready and by 9pm sharp, she'd walked down to the lobby, seeing the rest of the band and Jeffrey stood waiting for her.

They ended up at an exclusive bar and restaurant, Jeffrey apparently working his magic to secure the booking last minute. Seated next to Harry and opposite Sarah and Daisy, Wednesday eyed the meal hungrily, her stomach audibly groaning now. Staring down at the menu, she felt someone's foot touching up and down her calf and without dropping down the menu, she cleared her throat.

"Whoever keeps touching me under this table, you're mixing up the table leg with my actual leg."

Laughs sounded out around the table as Harry shifted next to her, looking down under the table.

They all took turns ordering, Wednesday opting for a mushroom starter and a steak and chips main, along with a glass of their most expensive red wine.

"You're going all out" Jeffrey noted, staring at Wednesday with an impressed smile.

"Yeah well it's all on the company credit card" she replied with a wink, taking a large mouthful of the red wine as it was placed down in front of her.

Chatting and joking in the dimmed light, she felt better than she'd felt for the majority of last week after thatmeet up. She'd finally told Harry about it a few days later, choosing to give him the shortened version and he'd looked at her with pinched together eyebrows, a weird expression of sadness and seriousness on his face as he'd taken it all in.

"Here's to Harry and hoping he doesn't completely fuck up the show" Jeffrey said, raising his glass which they all joined in with in agreement laughing, clinking their glasses together.

Wednesday powered through her 3 courses quickly and the red wine even quicker, leaving her feeling happy and content for once. She sat back relaxed, her arm bent behind Harry's head as she played with her hair, listening to Jeffrey talk.

"You're drunk" Harry whispered to her, smiling at her drooping eyelids.

"I'm fine" she muttered back, shooting him a lazy smile. "I can handle my alcohol."

"I wonder if you'll still be saying that tomorrow when you've got be up and out in the morning."

"Of course I will be" she replied confidently, grabbing her glass and taking another gulp. "I'm a professional."

"Is that right?" he asked, his smile widening.

"Mhm" she hummed back.

He looked down to her chest quickly with a smirk before looking back up and into her eyes, leaning forward towards her.

"You've spilt red wine on yourself" he whispered, smirking as she looked down to her white shirt and saw the gigantic red stain.

"Fuck off" she grumbled as he let out a laugh, watching her pick up a napkin to try and rub away the stain to no avail.

By the time they'd all got back to the hotel, it was 1 in the morning and Wednesday was still on a buzz from all the wine she'd drank.

"Who wants to go swimming?" she asked the others as they entered the lift, going up to their floors.

"The drink has sent you loopy" Mitch laughed behind her, Wednesday turning around and shooting him the middle finger.

"Well, who wants to relax in my room and watch a film?" she pushed, not feeling ready to sleep just yet.

They all remained silent, only Adam making a sound by yawning. She turned to her left.

"Harry? You won't say no to a nightcap?"

He smiled awkwardly at her, before looking back to the others as the lift doors opened, all of them getting out.

"I'm just gonna go to bed I think" Daisy replied, shooting her a small smile. "Night everyone."

She walked off in the direction of her room quickly and everyone soon followed suit, citing their early morning wakeup call and tiredness.

"I'm a bit tired too Wednesday, sorry" Harry replied guiltily as he stuck his hands in his pockets.

"It's fine" she replied, a little more sadly than she'd anticipated. "See you tomorrow."

She walked away down the hall, feeling a familiar rush of loneliness as Harry stared after her.

Opening her door, she took off her clothes and makeup and carried out her skincare routine, before planting onto the bed. Her head was spinning slightly, but it didn't take long for her to fall into a deep sleep.

It only felt like she'd been asleep for 5 minutes when her alarm went off loudly on the bedside table. With a groan she turned over, pressing snooze a few times before fully waking up and checking the time. 7:30. Holding her head, she rolled around the bed, feeling sorry for herself. Eventually she got up and walked over to the mini fridge, grabbing a water and having some painkillers to help ease the headache.

After a shower, she put on the outfit her and stylist Harry had decided on the week prior, which consisted of a thin black high-neck jumper, off-white dad jeans and black heeled boots. After putting on her jewellery, she did her makeup to the best of her ability, comforted in the knowledge that there would be plenty of hair and makeup people on the set anyway. Shooting a look in the mirror, she was impressed at how un-hungover she'd managed to make herself look.

As she opened the door to leave, she screeched upon seeing Harry stood directly outside. He laughed, staring at her with raised eyebrows.

"Do that again and I will literally vomit" she warned him, shutting the door behind her as they began to walk down the hallway.

"So, not feeling the best this morning I'm guessing?" he asked, peering over at her with a grin.

She shook her head, unable to muster the energy to talk to him properly. At least, not before getting an iced latte. Looking over to him, she saw he was wearing wide green trousers, with a purplish jumper thrown over the top of a white shirt and his favourite pearls around his neck.

Once they'd been ushered into the car along with Jeffrey and a few others from the team, they headed off to the Condé Nast offices in the One World Trade Centre, but not before making a pit stop at a Starbucks along the way, Wednesday feeling the life coming back to her as she took sips of her almond latte slowly.

After reaching the Glamour section of the office and greeting the staff, they went over what they would be doing and where they would be filming the 'friendship test' video. Once both her and Harry had had their final touch ups, they were told they were first going to have separate interviews and Harry was thankfully the first up. She stayed to the side, watching with a smile in anticipation for his answers.

"So, Harry, describe how and when you first met Wednesday?" the producer asked from behind the camera once everything had been sorted and ready to go.

Harry looked up, recalling the memory and a small smile appeared on his lips.

"Well we met at Primary School—that's elementary school in America. She started as a new student in like, year 5, and actually got put into my class. And I remember they made her do one of those icebreaker things, where you have to say your name, favourite food and favourite hobby. She said her favourite food was pizza and obviously at like, ten years old, you're like 'SAME!'. I remember at lunch later that day, she walked into the cafeteria area and was looking around for somewhere to sit and she ended up sitting by herself at a table a bit further away. I could see she looked a bit sad, so I told my friends I was gonna go sit with the new girl and yeah, walked over and asked if I could sit with her. And the rest is history."

Wednesday bit her lip as she fondly remembered it too and Harry caught her eye quickly whilst wearing the same smile, before clearing his throat and looking back to the producer.

"And what was your first impression of her?"

He laughed nervously, clasping his hands together as he pondered the question.

"I thought she was a bit scary if I'm honest" he grinned. "But in like, a cool way? Like, I wasn't scared of her, but I was scared of how cool she seemed. Does that make sense? Like, I remember her saying that she played football after school and then was learning to play the drums too and also wanted to be a spy when she grew up. And then on top of all that, she was named after an Addams family character. She just seemed so cool to me and I guess I was a bit in awe of her."

Wednesday could feel her cheeks radiating heat as she smiled. Maybe it was the hangover or the fact it was her time of the month, but her heart started beating a bit faster at his words. She'd always been in awe of him; she'd never realised it was a mutual feeling. Harry pinched his lips with his fingers as he stood, waiting for the next question, trying not to look at Wednesday.

"What has Wednesday taught you?" the producer asked, and Wednesday was glad she hadn't been the one to go first. Poor Harry, he was really being pushed into soppy territory now.

"Um," he said, biting his lip as he shuffled on his feet. "I think...I think she's taught me to be unapologetically myself. And to care less about what people think of me."

He looked over to her, smiling nervously at her, almost as if he was scared of seeing how she'd react to what he was saying.

"What do you guys bond over?" the producer pushed and at this, Harry's grin widened.

"Music, food, films, TV shows...heartbreak" he added with a small laugh before furrowing his brows and trying to come up with a more detailed answer. "We have similar music tastes in some genres but completely different in others. Like, I love country music which she still hasn't got around to loving on my level. But she loves rap and hip hop, that's her real guilty pleasure, so we always send each other songs we think the other would like in those categories. And we always binge watch TV shows together and get completely obsessed for like, weeks on end and can't stop talking about it."

Wednesday raised her brows with a smile, shooting him a thumbs up as he looked over, to which he smiled widely.

"Okay and last one—what does the friendship with Wednesday mean to you?"

"Oh, okay, deep one that" he replied with a grin, looking taken aback. He thought about it for a moment, his lip pulled between his teeth before he answered. "I can't really remember my life without Wednesday in it. Like, she's the person I go to with any problem, or any news, or just to feel better when I'm sad. She's just always been there, and I can't, or don't want to, imagine life without her. So yeah, her friendship..." he looked over at Wednesday quickly before looking back. "Her friendship means everything to me."

Wednesday almost forgot where she was for a second as she watched Harry smile at the producer, his words echoing around her head. Her cheeks were aching slightly with all the smiling she'd been doing, and she took a sip of water to give her mouth something to do other than smile.

As the producer called Wednesday over for her solo interview part now, Harry walked towards her as she walked forwards, swapping positions.

"Beat that" he whispered, smirking at her as he passed and went to stand in the spot she'd just been.

The studio lights were warm on her face and if she weren't already warm before from Harry's words, this would certainly send her into a meltdown.

The producer asked the same initial question, of how they met, and she answered with her perspective, not much different from Harry's.

"And what was your first impression of Harry?"

"Um," she began, avoiding any and all eye contact with Harry as she thought about it. "I thought he was quite goofy. Like he used to make everyone laugh all the time by being funny or silly, like a proper class clown. Yeah, I suppose I thought he was funny."

She bit her lip as she consciously tried to not pick at her fingers, ignoring how clammy they seemed to have become. Gross.

"What do you bond over?"

"I think we bond over everything Harry mentioned, like music and food, but we also bond over being active, I think. He was the person that got me into running and we sometimes go for late night runs together. But we like to try new sports and classes together too—we tried goat yoga a few years ago and it was just one of the funniest experiences of my life."

She looked to Harry then, both of them grinning at the memory, specifically the moment where a goat had...relieved itself...all over Harry's back. It was still one of her favourite pictures in her camera roll.

"And lastly Wednesday, what does the friendship with Harry mean to you?"

Oh god, here it was, the soppy one. She could feel her heart beating in her ears as she avoided looking around the room to the dozen or so people staring back at her, waiting for the answer—Harry included.

"His friendship means the world to me" she nodded confidently, though her voice came out shaky. "I sometimes don't think he realises just how much he's impacted my life and the opportunities I've been afforded solely because of him. Like, he's the reason I can say I'm a professional drummer, he's the reason I've been lucky enough to travel the world and he's the reason that...that I've been able to provide for and help my family to the extent I have. He's literally changed my life and I'm forever grateful and in his debt for that."

She had a lump in her throat as she finished the sentence and from the quick glance around the room, it seemed everyone was on the same wavelength. Harry smiled gently at her from his position, before looking back down to the floor.

"Right, we will do the duo section of the test now" the producer smiled, waving Harry back onto the set. "Harry, stand on Wednesday's left."

He walked over, standing next to her as the production team adjusted the camera.

"Say anything about me being soppy and I'll punch you" she muttered to him, turning with a daring look.

He grinned back, though he didn't seem fazed by her words. Truthfully, he still looked to be processing what she'd said in her interview.

"Here are some notepads and pens" the producer said, walking forward and passing them one of each. "For the first segment."

Stepping behind the camera, she checked that everything was okay before turning to them.

"Right guys. Please can you write down 3 compliments for the other person—they can be about anything."

Harry and Wednesday both looked at each other, laughing nervously as they looked down to the blank pages. A few moments later they both began to write, Harry covering up his compliments even though Wednesday had no way of seeing them from opposite him. She looked up to see his tongue caught between his lips, smiling before looking back down to her own page again.

"Done" Harry said a few minutes later, keeping his notepad behind his back as he joked with a member of the production team.

"Me too" Wednesday followed up, conscious of the nervous butterflies swirling in her stomach.

"You go first" Harry said, grinning.

"No, you go first" Wednesday replied, not wanting to kick off the mush fest first.

They looked each other in the eye for a second before a lightbulb went off in both of their heads.

"Rock, paper, scissors?" they both asked at the same time, grinning at the synchronous suggestion.

Placing their notepads between their legs, they got their hands ready.

"On shoot, okay? Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!"

Wednesday looked down; she had paper, he had scissors.

"Fuck sake" she grumbled as he punched the air victoriously, mumbling 'Get in'.

Clearing her throat, she lifted her notepad up, taking a breath before giving her first compliment.

"You are the most inspiring person I know. From how creative you are, to how productive you are and your dedication to your craft is unbelievable and seeing you excel at everything you do always makes me want to push myself further, even when I'm being lazy."

She finished, looking up with a nervous grin as Harry pouted his lips emotionally.

"That's very kind, thank you" he said.

"You're welcome" she nodded, grinning.

"Okay" he started, looking down to his own notepad and smiling at what he'd wrote.

"You're incredibly smart and are probably the cleverest person I've ever met. It never fails to leave me in awe how easily you can answer questions about capital cities, or Greek mythology or Shakespeare and how you're always chasing knowledge. And you're insanely good at quizzes or TV quiz shows, especially University Challenge."

She grinned, holding her hand to her chest and feeling her own bottom lip stick out this time. She could get used to receiving compliments like this.

"That might be the best compliment I've ever had" she smiled, which Harry mirrored.

"Knew you'd like that one" he winked, the team around them laughing.

Feeling more confident now, she raised her notepad to list off the second compliment.

"Even though I hate to admit it, you're very funny. You're literally the only person in the entire world who could make me laugh, even by doing nothing and I can't count the number of times you've left me belly laughing so hard I had tears rolling down my face. Plus, it must be true because the fans think the same thing."

Turning to the cameras with a victorious smile, Harry posed with his hand on his hip.

"I am really funny to be fair."