Harry:
You wake up with a smile on your face because today was the day you we're going to surprise Harry for his birthday. He's been your best friend since you two were toddlers and you couldn't wait to surprise him. You try your best to conceal your happiness as you skip down the steps nearly twisting your ankles in the process. Your surprise for Harry finally arrived in the mail, and you couldn't wait to see the look on his face when you told him you got to tickets to see his favorite football team The Packers. (Idk actually, so don't judge.)
After you retrieve the tickets you quickly make your way across the street to Harry's house and knock on the door. You wait anxiously for someone to answer the door. Your relieved when you see that it's only Harry's mom, and not Harry. She greets you with a smile, which you genuinely return.
"Hi Ms.Anne, is Harry in?" You ask rhetorically, you know Harry sleeps in every Saturday when he doesn't have work.
"He upstairs, sleep. I was just about to wake him up," she says inviting you into the house. "Wake him up for me, will you?" She asks as she walks towards the kitchen.
"Sure," you reply heading upstairs.
You feel the butterflies in your stomach doing flips when you find yourself in front of Harry's door. You give yourself a tiny pep talk before you slowly push open his door. And there he is, he looks so peaceful, almost angelic, and you just want to kiss him starting with his lips.... "WAIT! This is your best friend you can't think of him like that" you remind yourself trying to rid the thoughts of you and Harry kissing out of your mind.
"Harry," you whisper quietly moving a strand of hair from his face and he leans into your hand rubbing his face against it. You're taking back by his sweet gesture.
"Y/N," he mumbles still in a sedated state. Is he dreaming about you? Your heart lurches at the possibility.
"Harry, wake up," you call a little louder this time nudging Harry. You have little til no time to react before he pulls you in the bed with him. You are now wrapped in his arms as his head lays on your chest. And you feel oddly comforted by this position, his warm breath grazing your cheek and you can't think of no place you'd rather be.
"Harry," you call again this time pinching him. "You're cutting off my blood circulation." He jumps up at your touch causing you to roll off his bed hitting the floor with a thump.
"Y/N?" He questions rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
"Good morning to you too, asshole," you complain dusting yourself off and getting off the floor. He smirks and you can tell he's trying to stop his self from laughing. "Don't you dare." You warn trying to be intimidating as possible, but of course he bursts out laughing. You fold your arms and sit on the edge of the bed waiting for him to finish.
"Don't make that face, Y/N. You're just cute when you have an attitude." He giggles and you find yourself giggling also. You could never stay mad around Harry. "So, what are thoooose?" You stare at him for awhile until you realize he was referring to the tickets in your hand.
"They we're a tickets for you, but I'm not sure you deserve them." You taunt waving the tickets around.
"C'mon Y/N, I'll be your best friend." He offers.
"You are my best friend, jackass."
"Please," he pleads sticking out his bottom lip, pouting. Your focus goes completely to Harry's lips and you feel like your in a trance. "Focus Y/N!" You mentally scold yourself but your eyes doesn't leave his lips, you feel like something is drawing you closer to him. Losing all self control you crash your lips into Harry's, you can tell you caught him off guard by how his breath catches in his throat. The kiss is broken by Harry gently separating you two taking a deep breath.
"I have a girlfriend," he reveals and your heart stops.
What? When did he get a girlfriend? And why didn't you know about it? Now you just possibly lost your best friend. You couldn't believe how foolish you could be. You didn't think of the consequences of your actions, now you feel all the feelings crashing down on you at once.
"Sorry," you whisper making a beeline for the door. You ignore all he pleas for you to stay as you run out of his room. And you feel the tears threatening to spill from your eyes as you take the stairs two at a time trying to get out fast as possible.
"Y/N, is Harry awake?" You hear Ms.Anne call as she walks from the kitchen. She stops in her track when she sees your face. "Y/N are you alright?" She asked concerned.
"I was just going," you sniff turning towards the door. "Oh, and Harry's up." You voice cracks as you struggle to contain your emotions. You hastily exit the house and sprint home.
So much for best friends?
