Skylar's bestfriend is Harry Styles. As soon as Harry introduces Skylar to one of his old friends everything changes and ends with an album written about her.
Mature themes/ trigger warnings: Story contains topics such as death, PTSD, mental abuse...
As everyone leaves the room I stand in front of Skylar with tears falling down my face. She looks crushed. Maybe I am selfish.
"Skylar I need to tell you something," I breathe out with a shaky voice.
My hands are shaking as I stand in front of her. She stares at me with tear stained cheeks, my heart aches.
"If it's about Niall, that's not fair," she weakly responds.
"Sky," I mumble rubbing the back of my neck trying to calm my nerves.
"No Harry you're confusing me," she somewhat slurs. I tilt my head as I look at her.
"How am I confusing you Skylar?" I question needing her to answer me.
"You said this year is all about finding new relationships and I've found mine! What now that you don't have yours, I'm supposed to sacrifice my happiness for yours? I've been in a dark place for a long time and now that I can finally see the light you won't let me shine. I'm not going back Harry." She says as her lip trembles.
"What do you mean?" I ask which is probably dumb because I know what she means.
"At the party you said this year was for new relationships. I thought it was dumb because I didn't see myself meeting someone. You introduced us. You said he was a great person. You told him to take me on a date. I asked multiple times if it was okay and you repeatedly told me yes," she says to me, and I know she's right.
I did do all of those things. I'm selfishly holding onto something that she doesn't want or is too scared of. I can't expect her to read my mind.
I won't tell her because I know what Niall said is true and it's unfair of me to act the way I am when Skylar doesn't know how I feel. But I also know how Skylar feels because if she felt the same way, we would be together.
Why did she have to be so great?
"I know what I said Skylar. I just don't know how I feel about it," I mumble the last part more to myself looking down at the ground.
"Why does it bother you so much?"
Because I love you.
"Because you're my best friend," I look back up at her.
"You say that but you still haven't even apologized to me. Make this make sense for me can you?" She starts and my hands start to sweat. I know she's not finished speaking.
My eyebrows knit together as I listen intently. My fist rest on my jaw before I drag it across my lips to rest on my chin.
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