My Best Friend [H.S]

Chapter Twenty One

Harry and I have eaten all the mac 'n cheese. Now we're just sitting in my bed staring at the ceiling. I pushed Lauren's bed to mine so it's bigger.

"Harry, do you miss her?" I blurt out.

"Who?" He asks.

"Olivia, do you miss her?" I elaborate.

He thinks for so long I think that he didn't hear me. But then he speaks up.

"Not anymore. At the beginning I missed her a lot even though I know how bad she hurt me." He admits.

"Do you miss Liam?" He asks turning on his side and propping his arm up against his head.

"A lot. I can't do a single thing without thinking about him. I just can't bare the thought that I hurt him." I say blinking my eyes to make the tears filling my eyes go away.

"I know it's hard..but I'm here for you whenever you need me. You're not alone." Harry says rubbing my arm.

I turn and wrap my arm around his waist. He rests his arm over my neck. I feel him kiss my forehead softly.

"I haven't even told my parents.." I say.

"It's okay. Don't worry about it. You can tell them when you're ready." He says.

"What would I do without you Harry," I mutter under my breath.

We fall asleep in each other's arms quietly.

***

Tonight I'm having a movie night with Harry, Niall and Louis. I've just arrived and we're letting Niall pick the first movie.

"Come on Ni pick already!" Louis complains.

"I will, chill!" He fires back.

He clicks on The Grudge and I swallow the lump in my throat. They don't know I don't like horror movies. Harry comes back with the popcorn and sees what he's picked. He sits beside me handing the popcorn to Niall. He pulls a blanket over us.

Harry's hand finds mine and I hold it back tightly.

***
I gasp and hide my face in Harry's chest. He hasn't let go of my hand the entire time.

"Hey, you're staying here tonight okay?" He whispers. I respond with a nod.

"We're gonna head to bed guys." Harry says lifting the blanket off of us and throwing it into the back of the couch.

Harry helps me up and we walk to his room.

"They are so ditching us to fuck." I hear Louis say and Niall laugh. I don't think Harry heard though.

"Here," Harry hands me some of his clothes.

"Thanks," I say taking the clothes. After I've finished changing I come back out to see Harry at his desk writing with no shirt on in his boxers...

I lean against the doorway at stare at him in awe. He always looks to gorgeous when he does anything. I hate that I can't have him. It would ruin our friendship especially if he doesn't feel the same. Which he probably doesn't.

"I know you're there Ellie." Harry chuckles standing up.

I laugh and get into his comfy bed. He turns the lights off and gets in beside me. I eventually fall asleep thinking about Harry. Why does it have to be this hard?

***
It's finally Christmas Break and Harry and I are heading home to visit our families. I'm really excited and happy to be going home to see my parents. Plus it's always nice to think about the memories Harry and I had there.

We've been driving for a while and finally reached home. I totally forgot my parents don't know about Liam and I so now I have to tell them..I don't know how I'm going to. I still feel so bad about it and I hate thinking about it. Not to mention how will I tell them that the reasons we broke up was because I'm secretly in love with Harry?

"Are you ready to go in?" Harry asks me. We're in his parents driveway. We're all meeting here for dinner.

"Yeah..." I lie.

"What's wrong?" He asks.

"I haven't told them about Liam and I.." I sigh, running a hand through my hair.

"El, don't worry about it. They aren't gonna be mad." He says, putting his hand over mine.

"I hope so," I say.

We go inside and Harry sets his bags down by the door.

"We're home!" He shouts.

"The kids are here! Go grab Anne!" I hear my Mother say. I've missed her voice. We hear footsteps and our parents come into view.

"Mom!" I smile running to hug both my parents.

"Hi honey! How are you?" She asks.

"I'm decent." I say. "How are you guys?"

"Amazing now that your here." My Father says. I swap with Harry and give Anne and Robin a hug.

"Hi darling," Anne says.

"Hi," I smile. It feels great to be home.

"How are you doing?" Robin asks.

"I'm good. How are you?" I ask.

"I'm great hon." He smiles.

"Well why don't you kids go up to Harry's room while we prepare dinner." Anne suggests.

I nod and head upstairs with Harry behind me with his bags. We're staying here for all of winter break. I smile as I walk through the door to Harry's room. It looks exactly the same.

"Ah feels good to be home." Harry says flopping down onto his bed.

"Yeah it does." I say laying next to him.

"I didn't realize how much I've missed it here until now." He says staring up at the ceiling.

"Well part of the reason I don't miss it as much is because I have you with me." I tell him.

"Yeah that's probably why I didn't realize how much I've missed it here too." He sighs.

"Hey, remember when I made you this?" I ask pointing to the dreamcatcher hung above his bed.

"Yeah, you gave it to me for my 10th birthday." He smiles.

"I remember staying up until midnight just to get that made. I tried and failed so many times." I laugh thinking about that day.

"Really?" He says.

"Yup. I wanted to make you it so bad because I knew you'd be having nightmares." I explain.

"That's sweet of you El, I never knew that." Harry says.

"Well now you do." I smile at him. He gets up from his bed and goes over to his dresser, opening it and digging through it.

"What are you doing?" I ask him.

"Remember that one summer you had a crush on me?" He smirks.

I blush, "Yeah?" I say.

He turns back to the dresser and pulls out a piece of paper. Flashbacks of that summer flood into my mind. He shuts the drawer and walks back over to the bed.

"I kept that letter you made me telling me how much you liked me." He smiles handing the letter to me.

"Oh my gosh I forgot about that, how embarrassing." I laugh.

"Dear Harry, I've been hiding something from you for a few days now..." he reads the letter out loud. "I really like you. You're just so cute and funny. I love playing with you out in woods and I love having sleepovers with you. You're just so fun and cool. So that's why I've been avoiding you. Love El." He finishes.

I chuckle, "That was the funniest thing ever. I can't believe I wrote that."

"Me either," he laughs.

The rest of the night is spent reminiscing on our childhood together and spending time with our families.