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Post by Troy Wexler on Sept 15, 2012 0:05:46 GMT -5
Troy waved off her compliments. He truly felt that he was not a good friend to Harper most of the time. He was needy and clingy and he took a lot more than he gave. He didn't mean to, and he felt bad about it, but he couldn't seem to stop. She was just so much stronger than he could ever hope to be.
"No, don't say that. I need you way more than you need me. I don't think I'd even be here right now if not for you. You saved my life, Harp... you know that, right?"
He grasped her hands in his again and kissed the back of each hand. "You're my rock, and I don't know what I'd do without you. Well... I have an idea, but I don't want to think about it. This... it's the least I can do for you."
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Post by Laura Harper Lahey on Sept 25, 2012 2:54:44 GMT -5
"I'm so glad you're my best friend," Harper smiled. She really didn't consider many other people friends. Between Troy and her brother, she had everything she needed really. All was left was her studio up and running and Harper could be truly happy. "And I'm always there for you Troy, you know that," she smiled and squeezed his hands, feeling rather choked up. She giggled a little and took a napkin, sitting back and dabbing at her eyes, hoping the make up from the shoot wouldn't run if she did shed a tear.
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Post by Troy Wexler on Sept 30, 2012 22:19:27 GMT -5
Troy could be a pretty emotional guy as well, so when she said that, he felt his own eyes begin to burn. He didn't feel that he deserved Harper's loyalty and devotion, so he couldn't help but get choked up when she said those things. He needed her, more than she'd ever know. And if she ever did turn her back on him, he was sure that would be it for him. She was the one relationship in his life that he hadn't managed to trash, and as such, she was the most important. As long as Harper was still on his side, he had some glimmer of hope left.
"Oh, stop," he said thickly. "You're making me blush... and while I've been told that I look devastatingly handsome in red, you won't look so good if your mascara runs."
He leaned across the table and pressed a chaste kiss on the top of her forehead. "I love you, you know that?"
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Post by Laura Harper Lahey on Feb 16, 2013 2:23:50 GMT -5
"I love you too," she said with a smile, wiping at her eyes. It would be okay if the make-up was mused, because she didn't have to go back to work until tomorrow. But she didn't want to look like a raccoon. "Don't know what I'd do without you."
She giggled a little after her tears stopped. "We're a mess, you and me, you know?" she smiled. "Where's that dumb brother of mine to finish this trifecta of well-put-togetherness?"
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Post by Troy Wexler on Feb 19, 2013 1:21:52 GMT -5
Troy flashed her his most charming smile. "I know exactly what you'd do without me. You'd have a nice, peaceful, stress-free, but boring life. I bring the chaos to your life."
It was further proof that he was getting better, because not only was he not falling apart after the incident with Eddie, but he also was able to joke around with Harper. When things were going badly, he couldn't even manage a smile, let alone a joke.
"I haven't seen your brother in ages, actually. Not that I blame him. I don't think he really likes me much."
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Post by Laura Harper Lahey on Mar 26, 2013 2:16:55 GMT -5
"He likes you just fine," she said waving her hand. Her brother just took some time warming up to people. "And trust me, I like the chaos, keep it coming," Harper squeezed his hand before pulling away and running a hand through her hair. It was then she remembered she had just come from a shoot and was suddenly desperate to wash the junk out of her hair and wipe make-up off her face.
"What are your plans after this? Cause I desperately need to get ugly again and eat popcorn and watch a movie, want to come with me?" she offered with a smile.
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Post by Troy Wexler on Mar 26, 2013 21:41:03 GMT -5
"You are never ugly," Troy declared loyally. "In fact, I personally think you are at your most beautiful when you don't have a stitch of makeup on your face."
He took another sip of his coffee and looked at her seriously. He understood what she meant, of course... but he meant what he said. She looked more beautiful to him when she was her own natural self. The makeup, the hair, the fashion... that wasn't real. it was more like a costume, something she could slip in and out of. But her own inner beauty always shone through. She was a better person than he could ever hope to be.
"But the movie sound fantastic," he added. "I'm free until 10, that's when I have that gig... you could come, you know. It might impress the guy even more if he saw you in person."
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Post by Laura Harper Lahey on Mar 27, 2013 0:02:54 GMT -5
"Yay!" Harper cheered happily. "Ten is hours away, we'll be fine," She stood up, bare foot due to the fact she had been wearing ridiculous shoes. Shoes in one hand and grabbing Troy's hand with the other, she tugged him playfully. "C'mon." she smiled at him.
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Post by Troy Wexler on Apr 2, 2013 7:28:08 GMT -5
Troy laughed almost in spite of himself. Harper could almost always make him laugh, except for when he was in his deepest depths of depression. That, more than anything else, was why he needed her so desperately.
Sometimes he wished that he could love her as more than just a friend. Things would be a lot easier if he could love her romantically. But he had already learned that that could be fleeting, and she was so important to him that he couldn't imagine what would happen if things didn't work out. Besides, true friendship was far more precious.
"Hold on, let me pay. Coffee's on me." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a couple of muggle bills, tossing them on the table.
"What do you want to see? I hear there's a film noir festival at the Ritz, down on the east side of town..."
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Post by Laura Harper Lahey on Apr 7, 2013 16:32:27 GMT -5
"Oh my goodness I love those, sounds perfect," Harper smiled about to noir festival. She looped her arm through Troy's and they walked arm in arm out of the coffee shop.
Harper was always smiling when she was with Troy. Half of her thought it might be because a lot of the time he wasn't and she wanted to be positive for him. But the other half told her it was because having her best friend around just made Harper a happy person, and truth be told, Troy cheerd her up just as often as it was the other way around. Whenever she was particularly sad or lonely, missing her family, she had Troy there to make her smile again. They were a good fit, the two of them.
"So you ready for your gig tonight?" Harper asked as they headed east.
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Post by Troy Wexler on Apr 10, 2013 22:12:05 GMT -5
Troy smiled in spite of himself. If anyone could get him to smile, it would be Harper. And since he was feeling fairly upbeat, despite the run-in with Eddie (or maybe because of it--confession was good for the soul, after all), the smiles came easily.
"You know I love the old film noirs... Bogart had style. You just don't see guys like that anymore. Sometimes I think I was born in the wrong era."
He liked to picture himself living like his father did, playing jazz in dark, smoky clubs, dressed in a suit and hat. It was so much classier than the style of today with the nehru jackets and bellbottoms.
"Yeah, I think so," he replied. "I should be nervous, I guess, but I'm not. It's not a big deal."
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