Sitting down at the beautiful table, opposite my best friend was one of the most perfect moments ever. I’ve never had a boyfriend do anything like this for me before, so the fact that my bestfriend was the first to do so, I knew he was forever going to be my favourite person in the whole entire world.
“Harry, I can’t thank you enough for today. It’s been perfect!” I smiled, taking a sip from my glass of water.
“And like I’ve said, anything for the bestest friend in the whole world.”
The tall man who greeted us at the beginning came back through the door we entered, holding a small notepad and pen.
“Are you ready to order, Mr Styles and Miss Jenkins?”
“Urr yeah… I’ll have that one please” pointing to some Italian word he couldn’t quite make out.
“And you Madamme?”
“Spaghetti Carbonara, please”
Harry started laughing at my choice of food, “Trust you to go for the most plain thing on there, Mill!”
“Haha, well you know what I’m like…”
“Indeed I do”
*
The waiter came back with our food and placed it on our tables. It all looked so delicious and beautifully laid out - even my pasta. We enjoyed the rest of the night just how we would of at home. Talking useless rubbish for about 2 hours, talking about the latest going ons with the boys and memories from being little.
“I still can’t get over when we were only 6, and out of no where you ran across the room, butt naked, singing some Robbie Wiliams song, using a hairbrush as your mic!”
Almost choking on his drink, Harry remembered the memory and burst out laughing, creating the cutest smile aswell, showing of those adorable little dimples of his.
“You’re never gunna let me live that down are you?” I shook my head, still laughing to myself. “Well, it’s safe to say I’ve always preferred being naked from a young age”
*
Harry dropped me home around 10pm, I offered him to come inside for a bit, but I could see his beautiful, green eyes begin to drop due to tiredness.
“Thank you for today, Harry. It’s been the best day in a long time”
“You’re welcome, Millie. You deserved it” He pulled me in to hug me goodbye. Wrapping my arms tightly around his neck, he kissed me sweetly on the cheek.
“See you later, Mills. Goodnight.”
*
I woke up the next day in such a brilliant mood. Memories from last night were still present in my mind, and I just couldn’t get over the amount of effort and care Harry put in to my birthday. He truly was the greatest guy, and the greatest friend on this whole planet.
Walking down stairs smiling a way to myself, my mum was in the kitchen, scrolling away on the laptop.
“What you doing?” I asked, picking up and apple and taking a bite from it.
“Melissa, I need to talk to you...” she replied, biting her bottom lip.
“What is it?” looking at her face I knew it was something serious, and I wasn’t sure if I was quite ready for it.
“Well… the thing is… I -“
“Just spit it out mum” I frowned at her. I couldn’t be bothered with her buying time and thinking of what to say. I just wanted her to get whatever she had to say over with. I really didn’t want my good mood ruined.
“Okay… we’re moving. To Oxfordshire.”
What? We’re moving? Why the hell hadn’t she ever spoken to me about it? And why was she ALREADY looking for houses? And most of all, why Oxfordshire?
“What? What do you mean “we’re moving”? You haven’t even spoken to me about it until now, when you’re already searching for houses?!”
“Look Melissa, I want to move. London’s to busy for me. I want to live somewhere quieter.”
“And what about me? What about what I want mum? You can’t just decide one day that we’re moving, goodness knows how far away and expect me to be okay with it!?”
“Look, it’s final Melissa. I’ve already found a house. The swap’s in 2 weeks”
“2 WEEKS?!” I screamed. How could she do this to me? I don’t know what I was more mad at. The fact she didn’t tell me and she’s already got a house, or the fact that I’ve got to leave everything behind. I was furious. She never kept things from me. Pacing up and down the kitchen floor, trying to take in everything my mum had just bombarded me with, I realised…
Harry. What about Harry? I couldn’t leave Harry behind. How would I cope hardly ever seeing my best friend who I’ve seen almost everyday since we were in nappies? Harry meant the world to me, and the thought of barely seeing him made me feel physically sick. Who would be there for me when I felt like crap and needed cheering up? Or to have a laugh with? Or just have our amazing, pointless conversations we always had? Sure, I’d make new friends. But they wouldn’t understand me like Harry. No one does. He’s the only person I can spill my feelings out to and be the real me without feeling like I’ve made a complete and utter douche out of myself.
I wasn’t going to leave Harry. I couldn’t.
“How could you do this to me, mum?” I ran out of the kitchen, grabbed my car keys and headed straight for my car, not caring that I was still in my pyjamma’s.
I picked up my phone and dialed the one person I knew I could talk to.
“Hello?” came a low mumble from the phone. I’d obviously woken Harry up.
“Harry…” I snuffled down the phone.
“Melissa? What’s wrong?!"
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Please don't leave me (Harry Styles)
FanfictionHarry and Melissa had been the best of friends since the day Harry was born. They’d gone through everything together: potty training, Infants, Juniors, Secondary school, and even the X-Factor, leading Harry to be in the most famous boy band in Brita...
