My Brother's Best Friend •Harry Styles•

Chapter 3

I ended up changing into a pair of black leggings and a green Ralph Lauren polo shirt.

"So is that the last?" Lottie asked, out of breath, dumping the last cardboard box in the kitchen.

I looked around my flat and nodded, "Yep, that's it," I nodded, dusting my hands on my leggings.

"You ok?" Harry asked me concerned. I looked up at him and nodded, smiling at his concern.

"I'm fine," I brushed it off, "Just a few boxes," I shrugged.

My phone bleeped from the kitchen counter; I walked over to it and picked it up. 1 new text:

Haybae:
Get my things together, I'll be there in 5.

I rolled my eyes at him, not bothering to reply. Idiot. Lucky for him, I already packed up his shit, I began hours ago, not that he cares. The way I see it, the quicker I pack up his shit, the quicker he leave my life. For good.

"Hayden will be here in-" I was cut off by the front door opening and Hayden obviously barging in, "Now. Shit, Harry go hide in the spare room,"

"Wh-"

"Go you idiot! Hows he gonna react to Harry Styles in my flat? Go!" I frantically whispered. Haz just rolled his eyes and did as I asked.

"Maisie!" He yelled from the hallway, "Where are you?"

"Kitchen," I yelled back, angrily. I turned to look at Lottie and rolled my eyes, she just giggled. Seconds later, Hayden emerged, checking over the room, noticing his shit all boxed up on the floor and Lottie in the kitchen with me.

"Who the hell is that?" He asked, jerking his head In Lottie's direction.

"None of your fucking business, now take your shit and get out," I growled at him. He just huffed and walked over to the middle of the kitchen, taking three out of the five boxes and leaving again, taking them to his car. When he got back, he took the next two in his arm and turned to look at me.

"Mase-"

"Just give me your key," I sighed, stretching out my hand, impatiently waiting for him to give me key to my flat. He groaned loudly before digging In his pockets and taking the key off his key chain and placing it in my hand. "Thank you," I replied monotoned.

"Mase - look babe, I'm sorry," I squinted my eyes closed and tore my gaze away from him, "Please...don't make me go,"

"Hay, you made that decision by yourself last night," I said quietly, staring down at my feet.

"I was drunk," He stated desperately,

"Please just go," I whispered.

"Where? Go where?" He shouted at me, "I have no where to go Maisie! If you haven't figured that out, I live here as well. Where am I meant to go? My parent live in Portugal and the rest of my family apart from Luke are in London. So tell me Maisie, where am I going to live?" He screamed at me.

"I don't know," I whispered.

"Yeah me either," He laughed sarcastically.

"Please, Hayden. Just ..go," My voice cracked, if he continued then I would with out a doubt cave and go back to him in seconds.

"Mas-"

"She said get out," A strong firm voice said from in front of me. I picked up my head to see Lottie stood there, head held high, a venomous glare on her face. "Leave,"

"What and a eleven year old like yourself is gonna make me?" He chuckled, darkly.

"I'm fourteen actually...Look, Hayden, you can see your not wanted here, by me and by Maisie, so do us a favour and get out," she spat, to be honest I was surprised at how powerful and strong her words came off her tongue; it was like she was fluent in sarcasm and bitchiness; like me. "Now get out!"

Hayden turned his gaze from my sister to me and growled, "Fine, I know when I'm not wanted," He turned back to Lottie who just smirked at him. "Bye then," He said, his words directed towards me before he turned around and stomped out of my home.

"Bye, my love," I whispered quietly before full on breaking down into sobs.

*

13 day's later

"Maz? D'you want a coffee?" I heard Haz yelled from the kitchen.

"Ya please," I hollared, putting the remainder of his clean clothes in his suitcase. The boys fly out to Paris tomorrow to continue with their Take Me Home Tour and then they should be back before Christmas since the tour ends in November, but the boys are unpredictable, they most probably won't come straight home, they'd end up staying abroad for awhile.

However, Haz has got me my own plane ticket that'll fly me anywhere I want for however long I want for any point this year, so at some point I'm going to join the boys on tour, but only Haz knows that.

I sighed happy with myself as I managed to shove the rest of Haz's t-shirt's in his suitcase and successfully zip it up. "Done," I smiled happily.

"Here ya go," I heard Haz's happy and chirpy voice speak from behind me. I turned around and took the green and purple mug out of his hands.

"Thank you," I smiled at him, taking a sip of the hot drink.

"Wanna watch a film?" Haz asked, taking a mouthful of his own drink. I nodded and followed him into the lounge, where I plonked myself down on the white leather sofa, pulling the thick and fluffy, green blanket over myself. It's absolutely freezing in my flat at the time being. It's late April and still freezing cold.

"What film?" Haz asked, bending down In front of the DVD rack, giving me a perfect view of his toned ass.

"Uh, whatever, you decide," I shrugged, not phased at what movie we watch.

"Harry Potter?" He asked hopefully.

"Duh," I giggled. Harry Potter is both mine and Harry's favourite film series of all time. However, he can be quite cheesy, he has a huge soft spot for The Notebook and Titanic, which I find adorable.

"Which one?" He asked, taking out the collectors edition box set which I obviously have.

"Surprise me," I giggled, drinking some of my coffee.

After he set everything up he got up and sat down beside me, getting under the blanket and cuddling up to me while taking the remote from the arm of the chair and skimming past all the adverts.

"Maz?" Haz whispered, somewhat nervously.

"Yeah?" I asked quietly, turning my head to look up at him; him being a lot taller than me, even though he's a year younger than me.

"Why..uhm, why do - why can't we like, uh..yahno..date?" He asked hesitantly, playing with my hair, twisting it round his fingers.

I sighed and closed my eyes. "Haz, we tried, ages ago, we kept trying, but It was horrible. It was so awkward it was unreal. In some cases best friends can like, end up dating, however, friendship isn't that easy to turn into love," I whispered.

"Yeah I know," he whispered, pressing play on the movie, which I now notice is Prisoner Of Azkaban.

The film started and we shifted so we were spooning while facing the TV, me obviously being little spoon. "I sill love you though Haz," I smiled,

"Love you too, Maz," he mumbled, kissing my exposed shoulder before we both diverted our attention back to the TV.

I really do feel bad, I know Harry wants to make a relationship between us work. I know he loves me, like that, but I don't know if I do. I mean he's an amazing best friend, he has a heck of a body, a beautiful face, a sweet but perverted personality and he's a singer. He's the full package. But all my past relationships have ended tragically, and I don't want to ruin our friendship; especially after the horrific events that took place when we tried to date last year.