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Uncharted (university AU): Five Things Harry Learnt on Study Abroad in New Zealand
Title: Five Things Harry Learnt on Study Abroad in New Zealand
What: Uncharted fanfiction - short story
Words: ~1000
Rating: PG13 (some bad language and implied sexual content)
Summary: Harry's on study abroad in New Zealand from England. Chloe's on study abroad from Australia. There's only one bottle of Lewis Road Creamery chocolate milk left in the supermarket.
Notes: Prompted by![[tumblr.com profile]](https://www.tumblr.com/favicon.ico)
rhiannon42 and an anon from Wellington college AU prompts, and AUed further into New Zealand because this particular chocolate milk isn't a thing elsewhere and I didn't feel like researching foreign equivalents.
"Jesus," he says, around a mouthful of Whittaker's Creamy Milk Chocolate. "That's beautiful."
"And they've just put out chocolate milk," says his tutor.
Harry swallows, and his mouth promptly waters.
there's a massive line, his flatmate texts him in the middle of a lecture. Harry doesn't bother replying. Charlie's clearly just done the groceries at the wrong time of day.
ohhhhh they just got a whittakers milk delivery, Charlie adds a few minutes later, and Harry almost drops his phone in shock. He's never seen the Lewis Road Creamery and Whittaker's partnership in real life, only in photos on Facebook and listings on Trademe, and it's starting to take on a legendary quality to him.
Wtf?! Get me a bottle, he texts back.
nah m8 i'm broke
Its like four quid. I'll pay you back tonight
that $4 is my internet money
Fuck you
Harry stalks into the supermarket half an hour later, feeling distinctly cheated. He'd stayed in the lecture in the hopes of getting something useful for the test next week, only to watch the lecturer get sidetracked by stupid questions, and now, half an hour after his flatmate witnessed the delivery, the supermarket will probably be out of the chocolate milk. He's heard of it going in ten minutes.
So it's a bloody miracle when he reaches the milk aisle and somehow, there's one tiny bottle left on the shelf. He starts towards it, catches the eye of a girl also heading towards the milk, and starts running. He's not proud. Racing strangers for chocolate milk is not going in his travel blog.
The girl slides just in front of him and grabs the bottle. "Yes," she all but shouts. It would be hilarious and cute had she not just beaten him to the milk.
"I'll pay you twenty dollars for it," Harry says without thinking.
She laughs. "Desperate times, eh?"
"You ran too," he points out sourly, and she nods, conceding the point. "Do we have a deal?"
The girl shakes her head, clutching the bottle to her chest. Harry tries not to stare. "Sorry, mate, this stuff is too good to give up."
"You've tried it before?" She nods. "Jesus, give someone else a chance! Twenty dollars to split it?"
"It's three hundred bloody mils," she says.
"Half a cup and profit," he says.
She shakes her head, and starts heading towards the checkouts. The view would be beautiful if the milk wasn't going away with her. "I want the whole thing, not a spare twenty."
"Twenty dollars and I'll buy you a drink," he calls after her.
She glances over her shoulder. "Are you asking me out?"
Harry blinks. "I meant from the wine aisle, but sure." She's hot, and her accent and stubbornness only add to it. Why not?
She turns around to give him a bemused look. He raises an eyebrow hopefully as she draws out the pause.
"Twenty dollars, two drinks, a third of it."
"Deal," he says, before he can let his brain catch up to how ridiculous this is.
Her name is Chloe and she's picked this weird little bar with a garden courtyard in the back - apparently so she can pull out the milk and put it on the table without the staff kicking them out for the weirdest BYO in the world.
"You're kidding me," he says.
She raises an eyebrow, opens the bottle, and takes a long drink. Harry goes a little slackjawed watching her. By his estimate, that's a quarter of the bottle.
Eventually, she swallows, and says, "This is what happiness tastes like."
"You are sick," he declares.
"You'll get your share," she says airily, and changes the subject.
Besides her infuriating habit of occasionally taking a sip of the chocolate milk in between beers, Chloe's actually pretty fun. She's from Australia, also on study abroad but at the school across town, and has a wicked enough sense of humor that when they've had more than the two drinks he owed her and she's had half the bottle of milk, Harry's actually not really thinking about the milk when he leans over and kisses her. She lets him, and after he pulls back, says "hm", sips the milk, and raises an eyebrow. That's a dare, right? He kisses her again, and this time she kisses him back and he can taste the chocolate milk on her tongue.
Emboldened by the kiss and by the alcohol, he swipes the Lewis Road and takes a mouthful: It tastes a lot more like happiness straight from the bottle, with less alcohol aftertaste.
"Unbelievable," he murmurs.
"Mmhm."
She grabs the bottle back and puts a hand on his leg before he can object. Harry glances at the bottle and finds himself saying, "I live ten minutes up the road from here," instead.
"Let me get this straight," Charlie says the next morning. "You prostituted yourself for chocolate milk?"
Harry spits out his coffee. "Is it really prostitution if I paid money?"
Charlie shakes his head. "Nah, mate, that's worse."
He's absolutely right. Harry has no desire to agree with him out loud, and instead looks around for something to mop up the coffee with. In his Wednesday morning hangover, the serviettes are too far away, so he reaches for the nearest piece of paper that doesn't look like an assignment. It's a receipt, so it's probably -
He pauses, realizing there's writing on the top, when neither him nor Charlie are in the habit of scribbling on receipts. On a closer look, it turns out to be a phone number, and from the fact that the receipt is for a 300ml bottle of Lewis Road Creamery chocolate milk dated yesterday, he can guess whose it is.
Harry grins. "It was worth it."
What: Uncharted fanfiction - short story
Words: ~1000
Rating: PG13 (some bad language and implied sexual content)
Summary: Harry's on study abroad in New Zealand from England. Chloe's on study abroad from Australia. There's only one bottle of Lewis Road Creamery chocolate milk left in the supermarket.
Notes: Prompted by
1) Whittaker's chocolate is a gift from the gods.
"Jesus," he says, around a mouthful of Whittaker's Creamy Milk Chocolate. "That's beautiful."
"And they've just put out chocolate milk," says his tutor.
Harry swallows, and his mouth promptly waters.
2) His flatmate is absolutely useless.
there's a massive line, his flatmate texts him in the middle of a lecture. Harry doesn't bother replying. Charlie's clearly just done the groceries at the wrong time of day.
ohhhhh they just got a whittakers milk delivery, Charlie adds a few minutes later, and Harry almost drops his phone in shock. He's never seen the Lewis Road Creamery and Whittaker's partnership in real life, only in photos on Facebook and listings on Trademe, and it's starting to take on a legendary quality to him.
Wtf?! Get me a bottle, he texts back.
nah m8 i'm broke
Its like four quid. I'll pay you back tonight
that $4 is my internet money
Fuck you
3) Desperate times call for desperate measures.
Harry stalks into the supermarket half an hour later, feeling distinctly cheated. He'd stayed in the lecture in the hopes of getting something useful for the test next week, only to watch the lecturer get sidetracked by stupid questions, and now, half an hour after his flatmate witnessed the delivery, the supermarket will probably be out of the chocolate milk. He's heard of it going in ten minutes.
So it's a bloody miracle when he reaches the milk aisle and somehow, there's one tiny bottle left on the shelf. He starts towards it, catches the eye of a girl also heading towards the milk, and starts running. He's not proud. Racing strangers for chocolate milk is not going in his travel blog.
The girl slides just in front of him and grabs the bottle. "Yes," she all but shouts. It would be hilarious and cute had she not just beaten him to the milk.
"I'll pay you twenty dollars for it," Harry says without thinking.
She laughs. "Desperate times, eh?"
"You ran too," he points out sourly, and she nods, conceding the point. "Do we have a deal?"
The girl shakes her head, clutching the bottle to her chest. Harry tries not to stare. "Sorry, mate, this stuff is too good to give up."
"You've tried it before?" She nods. "Jesus, give someone else a chance! Twenty dollars to split it?"
"It's three hundred bloody mils," she says.
"Half a cup and profit," he says.
She shakes her head, and starts heading towards the checkouts. The view would be beautiful if the milk wasn't going away with her. "I want the whole thing, not a spare twenty."
"Twenty dollars and I'll buy you a drink," he calls after her.
She glances over her shoulder. "Are you asking me out?"
Harry blinks. "I meant from the wine aisle, but sure." She's hot, and her accent and stubbornness only add to it. Why not?
She turns around to give him a bemused look. He raises an eyebrow hopefully as she draws out the pause.
"Twenty dollars, two drinks, a third of it."
"Deal," he says, before he can let his brain catch up to how ridiculous this is.
4) People look at you a little oddly if you pull out a bottle of chocolate milk in a bar courtyard.
Her name is Chloe and she's picked this weird little bar with a garden courtyard in the back - apparently so she can pull out the milk and put it on the table without the staff kicking them out for the weirdest BYO in the world.
"You're kidding me," he says.
She raises an eyebrow, opens the bottle, and takes a long drink. Harry goes a little slackjawed watching her. By his estimate, that's a quarter of the bottle.
Eventually, she swallows, and says, "This is what happiness tastes like."
"You are sick," he declares.
"You'll get your share," she says airily, and changes the subject.
Besides her infuriating habit of occasionally taking a sip of the chocolate milk in between beers, Chloe's actually pretty fun. She's from Australia, also on study abroad but at the school across town, and has a wicked enough sense of humor that when they've had more than the two drinks he owed her and she's had half the bottle of milk, Harry's actually not really thinking about the milk when he leans over and kisses her. She lets him, and after he pulls back, says "hm", sips the milk, and raises an eyebrow. That's a dare, right? He kisses her again, and this time she kisses him back and he can taste the chocolate milk on her tongue.
Emboldened by the kiss and by the alcohol, he swipes the Lewis Road and takes a mouthful: It tastes a lot more like happiness straight from the bottle, with less alcohol aftertaste.
"Unbelievable," he murmurs.
"Mmhm."
She grabs the bottle back and puts a hand on his leg before he can object. Harry glances at the bottle and finds himself saying, "I live ten minutes up the road from here," instead.
5) His flatmate really doesn't get it.
"Let me get this straight," Charlie says the next morning. "You prostituted yourself for chocolate milk?"
Harry spits out his coffee. "Is it really prostitution if I paid money?"
Charlie shakes his head. "Nah, mate, that's worse."
He's absolutely right. Harry has no desire to agree with him out loud, and instead looks around for something to mop up the coffee with. In his Wednesday morning hangover, the serviettes are too far away, so he reaches for the nearest piece of paper that doesn't look like an assignment. It's a receipt, so it's probably -
He pauses, realizing there's writing on the top, when neither him nor Charlie are in the habit of scribbling on receipts. On a closer look, it turns out to be a phone number, and from the fact that the receipt is for a 300ml bottle of Lewis Road Creamery chocolate milk dated yesterday, he can guess whose it is.
Harry grins. "It was worth it."