Eighteen {Harry styles fanfiction}

chapter 2

Author's note: Ok... So this chapter is kind of short and it's kind of like a check up on what the relationship between Harry and Lydia is like... I feel bad it's so short but hopefully you enjoy (again especially you Lydia I hope this doesn't suck;))
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*LYDIAS POV*
"Hurry up and roll the dice, it's your turn!" Harry laughed giving my shoulder a little punch and sliding the colorful dice closer to my side of the game board. Here we were at age 18, halfway through our senior year of high school, spending our Friday night in my room playing a game of candy land and drinking juice boxes, like we have since we were in elementary school, instead of going out and getting drunk with the rest of the senior class.

Some things never change.

"I'm bored! This game is so basic we play all the time!" I whined at him. I put on my best grumpy face.

"Come onnnnn this game is fun! You're just making it boring!" He retorted, attitude evident in his tone of voice.

Before I had the chance to react, Harry got up from his place on the floor and lifted me up, throwing my body over his shoulder. I laughed wildly, letting out a few squeals; I could feel the blood rushing to my head as I hung helplessly from his right side.

"Put me down!" I shrieked. I kicked my feet in the air, Harry running all throughout my house with me slung over his shoulder.

"I'll only put you down if you promise to finish our game of Candy Land," he demanded stubbornly.

"Can we please just watch a movie?" I grumbled.

"Fine," he gave in, accepting my offer and walking back into my room before setting me down on my bed. He looked through my small pile of DVDs and popped Love Actually into the DVD player. That was his favorite movie and we had watched it together a billion times. I teased him about the fact that a romantic comedy chick flick movie was his favorite movie of all time, but it was kind of cute and I liked that about him.

He crawled under the covers with me, wrapping his muscular arms around my body. Our legs manually intertwined and I rested my head on his chest, just under his chin, just above his heart.

Some things change a little.

Harry and I cuddled often. We weren't dating, of course- in fact Harry had a girlfriend, Charlene. Charlene hated me. She hated how Harry would always blow her off to hang out with me on the weekends instead of going to some skanky club with her to get wasted.

To be honest, I don't know why Harry stayed with her. He could do so much better. Harry has character. He is kind, intelligent, caring, thoughtful... and as his best friend I wasn't afraid to admit he was very good looking. Charlene is the complete opposite of Harry. She's your typical high school slut; the fakest platinum blonde hair dye painted over her dead, straightener burnt hair. Layers of makeup covered her face at all times. I swear that makeup was thicker than a pound cake! She always wore the tightest and shortest clothes, too, although I have to admit Charlene does have the perfect slim body that every girl wants.

The real problem with Charlene is she has NO personality. All the alcohol she has consumed from partying every weekend probably burnt through her brain and hardened beneath her scull taking its' place. Harry could do so much better.

Every time I see Harry with Charlene I get the weirdest feeling.

Jealousy?

I shake that idea out of my head any time it pops up. It can't be.

Best friends forever.

I mentally remind myself.

I guess what I am getting at is I just can't wait until Harry and Charlene break up. I know Harry deserves someone who actually cares about him, and Charlene isn't that someone. I've told Harry about my feelings toward Charlene briefly, but I know it's his life. It's his choices.

I'm not going to ruin his relationship for him. One day I know Harry will realize he's worth more.

I'll make him see it.

My subconscious says.

Just friends.

It reminds me again.