You and Harry had been best friends forever, literally. When you both turned eighteen you moved in together in a small home in England. You had always had feelings for Harry, who wouldnât? But you tried your best to put it away, and just focus on your friendship with him. But stashing all of it away that long caught up to you, and it didnât catch up gradually. It all came down at you at once, and you didnât know how to control it.
âUgh!â You were reaching for a bowl on top of the cabinets, but you couldnât reach it. Harry got up off of the couch and came over to you, a grin on his face.
âLet me help.â He said, reaching up and grabbing the bowl with ease.
âI donât need your help.â You said, taking the bowl and setting it on the counter.
âWhatâs up with you today? Did i do something wrong?â He asked, his eyebrows furrowed together.
âNo⊠Yes.â You said, walking away from him.
âWell can you at least tell me what Iâve done?â He asked, walking after you.
âNo.â You said, walking into your room.
âWhy? I canât make it better, if you wonât tell me what to fix.â He said, confused.
âYou canât fix everything, Harry.â You said, shutting the door. You heard him try to open it but it was locked.
âHannah, come on! Please, just tell me what i did!â He yelled through the door, hitting his fist on it. The pounding went on for a few seconds, then it was gone. You laid down on your bed and picked up a magazine, trying to get him out of your head, when he showed up in front of your window.
âHannah, i will stay out here until you tell me. Thatâs how much i care. I will lay out here, on the hard, uncomfortable chair, and wait. All night if i have to. But, you know, i wouldnât mind if you told me now because i donât really fancy sleeping on this thing.â He said, looking back at the chair that was set outside. You walked up to the window, his breath fogging it up.
âIâm sorry, Harry. I canât hear you.â You said, closing your curtains.
âOh come on! I know you can hear me! Your being immature!â He yelled, as you went back to your bed and picked up your magazine.
âIâm sorry, youâre breaking up!â You said, turning your radio on.
âThis isnât a phone call, Hannah!â He yelled, but you turned the music up louder. You barely heard him grunt and plop down on the chair. It was ten oâ clock, six hours later, and you werenât sure if Harry was still outside your window. You doubted he was.
âHannah! You have to see this!â He said, and you pushed your covers aside, walking up to the window. You pulled away the curtains to see Harry, looking up at the sky, still laying on the chair. You opened the window and stepped out, looking up at the sky.
âWow.â You said, as you saw all of the stars lighting up the night.
âHarry, itâs freezing out here just come inside!â You said, rubbing your arms. He stood up and looked down at you.
âWill you tell me why youâre mad?â He asked, his warm breath creating a cloud in front of his mouth. You looked at him for a while, when he dashed threw the window and shut it behind him, leaving you outside.
âHarry!â
âTell me why youâre angry with me!â He yelled, but his expression looked hurt.
âJust let me back in, itâs cold!â You said, and you looked at the front door and back at him. You both rushed to it, but he got there first and locked it, then looked at you through the window next to it.
âJerk!â You yelled, hitting the window were he was standing behind.
âYouâre the jerk! Why donât you just tell me! Youâre my best friend you can tell me anything!â He yelled, his face as close to the window as possible.
âFine. Iâm in love with you, got it? And you have never noticed. And i know itâs not your fault! I know this is all on me and youâre just kind and caring and charming and you did nothing wrong! I know that! Iâm just trying to blame someone because i donât⊠I donât know really. I just donât want to be the girl who falls in love with her best guy friend and then gets her heart broken. I donât want to be that girl. And look were i am!â
âYouâre outside in the freezing cold.â He said as he opened the door.
âCome here.â He whispered, outstretching his arms. You crashed into him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. He shut the door behind you and wrapped you up tightly, his warm body taking your goosebumps away.
âYouâre chilly.â He said, pulling you even tighter.
âI hate you.â You said into his neck, his hair tickling your cheek.
âNo you donât.â He said, rubbing your back.
âI want too.â
âBut you canât, Iâm too lovable.â
âShut up, Harry. Iâm mad at you.â You said, letting him go and walking away.
âAt least take this.â He said, handing you his hoodie.
âI donât want it.â
âYes you do.â He said, walking closer to you.
âNo, i donât.â You said, taking a step towards him.
âTake it.â He said, handing it out to you.
âNo.â
âYes.â
âStop!â You yelled, taking the hoodie and putting it on.
âHappy?!â
âNo.â He said, stepping as close to you as he could.
âYouâre still mad at me.â He said, pressing his lips together, forming them into a straight line. You stared at him and pushed him back, walking away again.
âIf itâs any consolation Iâm in love with you too.â He said simply, and you turned around.
âEven though your sassy and stubborn. Even though your weird and socially awkward. Even though you donât let me help you and again, your extremely stubborn. Did i mention youâre stubborn?â He said, walking closer to you again.
âYouâre really cute when youâre mad at me, though. Well, youâre cute all the time. And youâre right, i didnât notice. I didnât know how you felt. Because i was too busy worrying about how i felt. I was worried you wouldnât feel the same, or if you found out you wouldnât want to be my friend anymore. Iâm sorry i didnât tell you.â He said, leaving you shocked.
âWould you please say something?â He asked, his face concerned. You ran up to him and kissed him, holding his face. You felt his arms around you, and suddenly your foot was in the air, like in the movies. He smiled as you pulled away, slightly smiling, trying not to freak out, but he was the complete opposite. He had the hugest smile on his face as he lifted you up and spun you all around the room. After he set you down he looked at you and then down at his feet, his dimples showing.
âAre you still mad?â He asked, his head facing the ground.
âNo.â You said, your smile growing. He looked up at you and smiled widely again, pulling you in for another kiss.
âButâŠâ You said, right before he could, yours lips a centimeter away from his.
âI do think youâre an idiot for staying out in the cold for six hours.â You said, about to pull away.
âYou have to admit it was romantic.â He said, pulling you back.
âIdiotically romantic.â
âJust let me kiss you already.â He said, kissing you again, making you smile as he clutched the pockets of the hoodie he gave you, pulling you closer.
âThatâs me. Idiotic and romantic.â
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