Love me

He loves me...not?

The next day seemed very... Chaotic. I guess some people thought we had started to date. Harry and I mainly laughed at these accusations and just went to class like nothing had happened. I think our teachers even believed it too. In fact, Mrs.Crales, our Science teacher, sat us next to each other.

But Harry and I aren't dating. We are just really good friends. Maybe even more than that, but we are not dating.

After the 8th period bell rang on Friday, I ran to my locker and opened it quickly. I wanted to get home quickly because my dad was visiting. He is in the Air Force and they are allowing him to visit before my birthday.

After I had everything packed up, I jogged to my car, feeling giddy, and sped away towards my house. Once I had gotten to my house, I raced inside and hid. We were pretty much having a surprise party for my dad.

The decorations looked really nice, and so did all the food.... I started to drool. Oops.

After a couple minutes, his car pulled up the driveway, and I turned off the lights as we planned. He walked in, and we jumped out saying "SURPRISE!!!!"

He was startled for a moment and I ran up to hug him. I missed him so much.

I hadn't seen him since I was 3.

"Oh my!! You've gotten so much older!! " he says to me. He takes a peak at my mom and whispers in my ear "so has your mom" we laughed and I let him go talk to my mom. I rushed to all the good food before all the other guests showed up. I don't want them taking the cake !!!!

Since everyone at the party were either old or prissy, my mom told me I could invite a friend over.

Because I don't really have many friends, I knew exactly who to invite.

Harry

I went to contacts on my phone and found Harry's number quickly. I decided to cal instead of text, so I could hear his sweet gentle voice.

It rang 3 times until someone picked up.

"Hello ?" A raspy female voice said.

"Uh, hi. Is Harry there?" I asked.

"I don't know any Harry's ma'am." She replied, more sweetly now.

He didn't give me his real number.

"Oh okay. Sorry to bother you" I said holding back the tears in my eyes.

"It's fine sweetie. Have a good day " she hung up.

How could he? Why would he? We're we actually not friends?

My mind raced 1000 miles an hour and I felt dizzy. I ran upstairs and fell onto my bed. I was crying. I cried for hours while the party downstairs was booming. No one even realized I was gone.

My cat pushed open the door to my room and cuddled into my face. She wiped most of the tears away, yet more kept coming out.

Why was I even crying? Was I really stupid enough to believe, Harry Styles, liked me? Because If I was, I was foolish and stupid. He would never like me, or in this case,

Love me.

A/N heyy guys. Vote/comment if you liked ples. Maybe I'll try to update more if Ya doo