Heidi!
Henry was nervous for more than one reason, but mostly he was sure he was going to get hit tonight. No, that wasn't what he feared the most, it was the fact that it was probably going to be Heidi that smacked him but---it wasn't even his fault. He had not done any snooping, he had not exposed what could be a terrible, horrible lie to the person she was dating, he was not the complete moron known as Seth Wadcock.

He was that moron's brother, and whether Henry liked to admit it or not, Seth did seem to have some sort of foundation in his claims against Heidi. How else would he have known those things about her? How had he gotten her last name right when Henry hadn't known it for weeks? It sucked, it was threatening to ruin the perfectly good relationship they'd just started, but Henry could not deal with not knowing if she was just using him just to get close to other quidditch players.

The thought really hurt him. He believed, he really, really believed that Heidi liked him for him, but she'd stalked a player before! How convenient would it be, to date an agent---Henry felt so guilty for the thoughts, but he'd been fucked over so many times before by women who just wanted to get into the lifestyle and Seth had driven him crazy all of his life and----

"Coming!" The sound of the doorbell made Henry jolt out of the kitchen, but he shot back in to turn off the stove top before he burnt his whole flat down. That would just be perfect, wouldn't it? He wiped his hands on a rag and then hurried to the door. He opened the door and let out a breath, smiling at the sight of Heidi, "Welcome to my humble abode."