Rule Number One

Chapter Eleven- The Morning After

Maybe all one can do is hope to end up with the right regrets.

~Arthur Miller

Brooklyn's POV-

I woke up laying next to Harry in my bed. I wave of panic washed over me. Oh my god. Harry I and made out, I thought remembering what had happened last night. It had been amazing. Harry had lead me to my room and we had kissed for hours. The last thing I remembered was being wrapped up in Harry's arms, blissfully happy. Harry's arm was now wrapped tightly around my waste and my face was nuzzled into his shoulder. It took every ounce of my will to do so, but I finally I moved away from him and his eyes flutter open.

"Hey Brooklyn," He whispered quietly.

I put my head on my lap, "Harry what happened last night?"

He looked me and I turned away, "Brooklyn you know exactly what happened. You weren't that drunk. Don't you play the 'I was too drunk card with me'."

I turned to him now slightly angry, "I wasn't planning on it, but you do realize that what happened last night was not okay."

He scowled, "You seemed to be perfectly happy snogging me last night."

If we had been having a normal conversation, I would have laughed about the fact that he had said snogging. "Harry, I can't date you. You know that."

He threw his hands up in the air in frustration, "Why the hell not?"

"You know exactly why!" I growled my voice rising. If this continued Lily was going to here us.

He rolled his eyes, "Oh because you 'don't want to ruin our friendship'? Truthfully I think that, that is bull shit. You just don't want to get hurt again. You're afraid!"

"Harry I want to be your friend, nothing more. I just don't like you that way," I told him lying.

"That's a lie Brooklyn and we both know it. You don't want to admit it, but I know you have feelings for me. Just like I have feelings for you. I tried to ignore it, but I can't Brooklyn. I can't just sit here and pretend like I don't want to be with you, and watch you fall in love with someone else," Harry explained as he got off of the bed.

For a moment I was happy. Harry had admitted how he felt about me. Then reality came back into place. "Harry please don't do this," I begged. "We would never work anyway."

"Why not?" Harry growled.

"Think about it Harry. You're a famous popstar with millions of fans. I'm a college student who is barely able to pay the bills. You travel all over the world. I have never even left the states. You have billions of other girls that would die to date you. Why do you have to have me?"

He smiled slightly, "I want you because you are the most beautiful person I know. I want you because you make me laugh and smile. I want you because when I'm with you everything seems right in the world. I want you because you drive me crazy. I don't want anyone else Brooklyn. I know you feel the same way Brooklyn. Stop lying to yourself."

I looked down at my feet, now hanging over the side of my tiny bed. "Okay so what if I do. That doesn't change anything. You might say you like me now but in two weeks your going to like another pretty girl and it's going to break my heart. I can't get hurt like that again."

Harry looked angry and hurt, "Do you really think I would do that to you?"

I sighed, "Harry please can't we just be friends?"

He didn't respond. Instead he turned around and started to walk out of the room. As he is about to close the door he said over his shoulder, "Oh and don't worry about ruining our friendship, because it's over."

I chased after him as he headed down the stairway of the apartment building, "Harry wait up! Please!" I screamed after him.

"I thought you were different, I really did. I guess I was wrong," He yelled back.

I stopped dead in my tracks. I sat down on the stairs, and tears started to drip down my face. Stop crying like a baby, you did this to yourself, I thought. By now Harry had probably left. Harry was gone, probably for good, and there was nothing I could do about it.

I slowly got up and walked back to my apartment. I collapsed onto the couch and started to cry again. Eventually Lily came out and tried to calm me down. "What happened Brooke?" She asked clearly concerned.

I sighed, holding back more tears, "I really messed up."

Harry's POV-

I slammed the door as I entered my apartment. Niall and Louis were sitting at the table eating. Zayn was in the kitchen looking for something to eat. Liam was no where to be found. He was probably out with a friend.

"Hey Harry!" Niall said smiling.

I ignored him, and went into my room. A few minutes later I heard a knock on the door. I don't bother going to open the door and after a couple of knocks Louis enters my room. "Harry what's wrong? I thought you would be happy, considering that you never came home from Brooklyn's last night."

I sighed and turned to face Louis. "Last night was great. When I'm with Brooklyn it's the most amazing feeling, I can't even describe it."

Louis nodded and sat down on the couch in the corner of my room. "So what happened this morning then?"

"When Brooklyn woke up she basically told me that last night was a mistake. I mean we didn't have sex or anything, we just made out. But Brooklyn doesn't want to date me. Apparently I'm going to break her heart or something like that. It's ironic because I think she just broke mine," I explained bitterly.

"I'm sorry Harry. What are you going to do?" Louis asked.

I put my face in my hands, "I don't know. I want to hate her so badly, but I can't. I can't hate her no matter how hard I try."

Louis sighed, "I know the feeling. You might still want her now, but eventually your going to meet someone else probably even better than Brooklyn. I liked Brooklyn too, but if she's gonna be like that then you don't need her."

I looked back up at Louis, "Thanks Lou. You always know what to say."

He grinned, "I'm just great like that."

I shook my head and laughed at him. After a couple of moments he starts to speak again, "I know you probably just want to stay in your room right now, but we have an interview in a couple of hours."

"They are probably going to ask about Brooklyn. What should I say?" I asked.

He paused thinking for a moment, "Just say what you think feels right."