Chapter Eight- Just Friends

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(A/N) Okay so I haven't really done one of these where I talked about stuff but I just wanted to here some of y'alls suggestions (yes I say y'all and sometimes it's hard for me not to say that in the story :). Anyways do you guys like it so far? If y'all have any questions or suggestions don't be hesitant to comment below. You guys say the nicest things. Thanks to everyone who actually reads!!!

Just friends, yeah that phrase gets me everytime. ~Author Unknown

Brooklyn's POV- 

I closed the door on Harry and turned to face the living room. What the hell was that?? I asked myself. One minute we were walking down the sidewalk talking and next thing I know I'm pressed up against a wall making out with Harry Styles. Just the thought of Harry made me blush. Okay, so I liked the kiss a little bit more than I thought I would. 

I mean I always thought Harry was hot, but after the kiss all I could think about was Harry. The way he smilied with his cute dimples, his deep laugh, when he teased me, his curly hair, and especially the way he had held me as he kissed me. I couldn't even look him in the eye after that. Obviously he didn't feel the same way. He's kissed dozens of girls, and gets hit on daily. I couldn't even compare to some of the girls. 

He was Harry Styles, just a friend. A friend I had a tiny little crush on. I mean people had crushes all the time, and eventually they went away. Right? It had been so awkward at the kiss. I was so embarrased. That night I decided I would talk to him about it, and ask if we could just forget it ever had happened. Then things could go back to the way they were, and my crush would go away... eventually.

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I woke up that morning thinking about what I was going to say to Harry. Hopefully, he would understand that I didn't want to be another two week girlfriend in his endless quest of girls. I would tell him, I just wanted to be his friend. The only thing was that I didn't just want to be his friend. After that kiss last night all I wanted to do was kiss him again!

Stop Brooklyn, get your act together. Besides he was going to be pretty busy with Ava tonight. He probably would take one look at her and forget about me. He had said that he was going with his band, so I would have them to talk to. Everything was going to be just fine. All I had to do was get rid of this stupid crush!

I quickly jumped into the shower. After I was done I blowed dried and straightened my hair. I put on a tank top and shorts and walked into the kitchen and grabbed some cereal out of the cabinet. 

"Morning!" Lily announced cheerfully while cooking some pancakes.

"Yeah, whatever," I grumbled as I poured my milk. 

Lily turned and looked at me. She frowned, "Looks like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed. What happened?"

I walked over to the tiny table right next to the kitchen and sat down digging into my cereal, "Nothing."

"Brooklyn Rachel Harper don't you lied to me," She laughed but I could tell that she wasn't going to drop it until I told her.

I groaned, "Okay fine but you have to swear on your life that you will not tell a single soul."

"I swear," She promised.

"Okay... well..... me and Harry kissed," I mumbled quietly.

She put down her spatula she was using to flip her pancakes, "What?! Tell me everything!"

I rolled my eyes, "Okay so we went to the store to get your milk and we made a bet on who could do the better accent. It was kind of stupid but hey I thought I was going to win and he said that if I won I could have his twitter for 24 hours. I mean how awesome would that be? Well anyways he won somehow and since I lost I had to go and egg Heath's fraternity house. On the way home somehow we started to talk about this list of things I made about guys who I would never date. Harry had said that it was funny cause he had like half of the qualities I had listed. I said that I would never date him especially since we were friends and I wouldn't want to ruin that," I paused for a moment looking down embarrased about the next thing I was about to say.

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