"Hello?" I quickly answered my phone.
"Denise! I need your help!" Harry screamed at my phone. God what is it now?
"What?"
"My stomach hurts!" he whined.
"What am I suppose to do!?" I yelled.
"I don't know, come over and help me out." he said.
"But I'm on a hurry! I need to go to Trovy's house!"
"So you're saying that, that Trovy guy is more important than your best friend!?"
"No! I mean, I don't--ugh! Fine!" I hung up on him and went to his house.
I'm Denise Ros and I'm having a hard time to choose on which person I had to go to first. But Harry won't take no for an answer. Harry Styles' my best friend for eight years now and Trovy Meyers is my boyfriend and we've been dating for almost a week. I think Trovy will understand that I have to take care of Harry with his stomach ache and go to his place afterwards.
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"It hurts." Harry frowned. I rolled my eyes.
"I know it does." I answered while I was rubbing his tummy to help. While my other hand is messing his curls. His head was resting on my lap.
"You know that you're going to fix my hair right?" he smiled.
"You know that you're going to expain to Trovy why I'm not at his house for almost an hour now?" I snickered.
"Who cares what the little f*cker thinks?" he grunted and I spanked his forehead.
"Harry!" I frowned.
"What? It's true." he rolled his eyes.
"True!?" I yelled and began to poke his stomach to hurt even more but he ended up laughing.
"No! Stop! Don't poke it! It tickles! God! You're killing me!"
Laughs and giggles escaped his mouth, yet not a single 'Ow' went off. I looked at him again and he was smiling. It came to my senses that; he has no stomach ache at all. He began to stop laughing and looked at me.
"Uhm, ow." he frowned.
"Harry, you have no stomach ache, do you?" I asked him right away and he was silent. I knew it.
"Uhh, I--"
"Harry! Why are you lying to me!? You know that I have more important things to do!" I complained.
"Of what? Being with that Trovy guy?" he said.
"Things change Harry, I'm going to like a guy someday and so will you. We need to grow up."
"But what if I don't wanna grow up?" he frowned and I looked at his eyes.
"You can't stop me from liking someone Harry." I touched his hair again. "I'm not going to stop you from liking a girl either."
He was silent.
"Look Harry, you can't just force me not to like the guy I like. If you don't like Trovy, then okay. But I like him. I love him to be exact. And you can't stop me for--" then with all his courage, he lifted his head up and sat.
"But what if I like you as well!?" he shouted and he looked down.
"You what?" I was shocked.
"I like you Denise." he's turning red. "I always have."
"Harry, you know this is different, right?" I tried to cheer him up.
"I know, but I just cant stand seeing you with Trovy!" he frowned. "It hurts for me."
