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Harry hasn’t seen you in almost six months. You’ve been his best friend since you both were little kids, and he hasn’t seen you in almost six months.
People had always told you that the best relationships were the ones where you started off as friends. Which is why, when Harry asked you to please go on a date with him, you said yes. At first you agreed with what people said, everything seemed perfect. But then, one night, Harry had left dinner with a female co-worker, and the tabloids started blowing up. Cheating rumours filled the internet, and all your social medias were bombarded with links, messages, and questions from Harry’s fans. Harry had gone frantic, telling you to please not believe it. You knew he loved you, and cheating was way out of the picture for him. He’d never do it. You, on the other hand, hadn’t really cared. You knew it wasn’t true already, and kept telling Harry that. He, however, didn’t seem to want to listen to you.
“Love, I know yeh keep telling me yeh don’t care, but-”, you put your hand over his mouth, “Harry, I’m serious. I don’t want you to mention it anymore. I’ve let it go”. He moved his head back, making your hand drop. “I know, it’s just not fair to yeh that yeh have to keep reading that bullshit all over the media”. You sighed, turning around to pour the boiling water into your cup. “I’ve told you seven million times that I don’t care. Why do you keep bringing it up?”, you put the kettle down. He sighed, “Because it’s everywhere-”, you slammed your palm on the kitchen counter. “I don’t care! I’m not reading any of it!”. Harry shook his head and ran his fingers through his hair, “I can’t do this, yeh shouldn’t have to go through this”.
The argument had grown bigger and bigger, and by the end of the night you found yourself packing a bag and leaving. You couldn’t understand why it was bothering him when you didn’t care. You’d spoken a few more times the same week, but resolved nothing, and now it’s been about six months since. So now, when someone told you that the best relationships started out as friendships, you laughed them in the face. All a romance did was kill the friendship that had been there before.
Today, however, you were meeting again. A very good friend of yours, who happened to be Harry’s cousin, had a daughter who was turning five. He’d invited you to the birthday, and you knew Harry would be there. Even so, when you walked into the house, and saw Harry across the room, your heart skipped a beat. He was wearing a pair of black skinny jeans, and a red floral button-up. It was so simple compared to what he usually wore, but he still looked like he could walk a runway.
Your admiring was interrupted by Harry’s mum, who apparently was standing right by the door and saw you walking in. “(Y/N)! I haven’t seen you in ages, love! How have you been?”, you chatted with her for few minutes, pretending not to notice when Harry turned around and saw you. You could see from the corner of his eyes how he was looking right at you, but you focused your gaze on Anne, and tried your hardest not to look his way. When you finished your conversation with her, he had left the spot he was in before.
You walked outside, to the garden, and was greeted by a bunch of kids screaming your name. You chatted with them a while before giving the birthday girl her gift, and then threw off your heels to play with them. Once you finally got to sit down, you felt someone tap on your shoulder, and then saw a tattooed arm holding out your heels to you. You turned around, and saw Harry standing there, your heels in one hand, and a glass of something in the other. “Yeh left these by the door”, he gently dropped your heels next to your feet. “And some water, yeh ran quite a lot”, you took the water from him and thanked him, before drinking some of it. You nudged the chair in front of you so it was turned towards you and nodded towards it, “Sit down, please”.
Harry looked at you a few seconds before obeying. It was awkward, yet it wasn’t. If you didn’t think about the past year, everything felt okay, but you couldn’t help it, it kept popping up in your head. “That was impressive, running in tha’ dress”, he nodded towards your body, his dimple popping as he smiled. “Yeah, I’m not dressed very accordingly, as I?”. You were wearing a beige body-hugging dress. It ended below the knee, and had completely slipped up to your thighs when you were running around. It showed an appropriate amount of your chest for a child’s birthday party, but still wasn’t ideal to play in. “I think yeh look great”, Harry said, making you look up at him. “Thank you, Harry”.
He fiddled with the end of the tablecloth, “We…uh…I think we should talk”, he finally said. You didn’t say anything for a moment, and then shrugged. “We could, but we’re probably just going to argue”, he stood up. “No, please. Let’s go inside”, you looked up at him as he held out his hand for you to take. You grabbed your heels, and then his hand, and stood up. You walked through the crowd, greeting everyone you hadn’t said hello to yet. When you finally got inside, and got to a quiet room upstairs, you’d sat down on the bed and looked at Harry. He closed the door behind him, and leaned against it. “I don’t like the way things ended, it was so abrupt”. You bit the inside of your cheek and shrugged, “All of it was messed up”, you sighed, leaning down to put your heels back on. “Wha’ do yeh mean?”, you slipped the first heel on and buckled the strap on it. “The whole breakup, I just…”, you sat up straight and looked at him. “I don’t understand why you kept insisting that I should be angry about the pictures. You knew I didn’t care”.
He leaned his head back against the door, looking up at the ceiling. “I felt like yeh were upset, but yeh didn’t want to tell me. None of it felt fair to yeh, yeh shouldn’t have to deal with shit like that”. You leaned back down to buckle the other heel, “You don’t get to tell me what I find upsetting. If I tell you I don’t care, you don’t get to decide I do, Harry”. He looked at you, “I know, I realize that now. I’m sorry. I really am. I just-”, he stopped himself, burying his face in his palms. You looked up at him, “You just what?”, he shook his head, sighing. “I fuckin’ love yeh, and I’m scared that yeh won’t be able to deal with any of the crazy shit that comes along with being with me. I’m scared yeh will leave me”. You stood up, walking closer to him. With your heels on you were almost as tall as him. “You don’t get to decide that for me. I don’t care about anything but you. You know that, you knew that the first time I told you I loved you. I would never have said it if everything else bothered me”.
His eyes met yours, and his lips fell open as he shook his head. “Yeh didn’t sign up for this bullshit. You’re from Holmes Chapel, yeh don’t do paparazzis and ridiculous rumours..” he trailed off and you raised your brows, “Well, you’re from Holmes Chapel too, aren’t you? And you’re doing alright”, he leaned his forehead against yours and closed his eyes. “I don’t know what I’m on about. I’m nervous”, you snorted as he pulled you a bit closer to him. “Can I just kiss you?”.
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