Friend Zoning Harry Styles

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---Emily's POV---

I had changed into the night clothes that Harry had lent me. They fit loosely against my skin, the material feeling smooth amongst my body. The shower left me wide awake. Despite it almost being two in the morning, I knew I wouldn't be sleeping for another hour or so. Having nothing to do, I decided to explore the house. While in the living room earlier, I noticed shelves filled with pictures of a young Harry. I wanted to take a closer look at the photographs. Get a closer look into Harry's past as a child. 

Turning the cold doorknob, I opened the door leading to the hallway. Peaking my head out of the doorway, I looked both left and right. The coast was clear, everyone remaining asleep in the comfort of their beds. Under my bare feet, the carpet was soft to the touch. Every step I took, more quiet than the last, to keep from waking anyone up.

In order to get to the living room, I had to pass Harry's room. From under the door, I could see that the light was off. He was probably already deep in slumber. I knew he hardly slept during their tours. He must have been exhausted with the constant running up and down. Stepping quietly passed the door, I finally entered the living room. 

The room was quiet, only the sound of my soft breathing could be heard. A small lamp being the small bit of light source in the large living room space. The house smelled warm and welcoming. The scent of warm vanilla filling my senses. It reminded me a bit of my own home. The smell of home cooked meals surrounding the air during the days. The smell of dads cologne as we gave him a hug goodbye before he left for work. I missed my family. I missed sitting down late nights talking with my mom about endless nonsense. 

Running my hand along the smooth surface of the couch, I walked towards the large shelves that stood against the beige walls. Filled with photographs, the shelves held reminders of Harry's childhood. I wanted to know as much as I could about this amazing boy. From his favorite color, to any small scars he might have gotten while playing in the backyard as a child.

I didn't have the best childhood, but my parents tried their hardest to give me the life I had. There were times when we all argued, times where I thought that my family would crumble in my hold. I wondered if Harry ever had moments in which he felt as though he was helpless... Moments in which, no matter how hard he tried to fix it, he couldn't do much about. 

I focused my eyes onto a picture frame. Quietly laughing, I softly let out a short 'aw'. The picture was of Baby Harry in a sort of Christmas hat, wearing tiny little winter gloves. His small tricycle in the background, as he stood there pacifier in mouth. The lack of bottoms making it difficult to distinguish whether the weather was cold or warm that day. Still, he looked happy and full of joy. No care in the world except for that pacifier and the tricycle. 

Another picture held Harry's image on the beach. Running towards the crashing waves, he looked as though he was planning on jumping them. His bare skin untouched by the ink he has now. His tattoos were untold stories of his life. From images of the bird cage, to the sparrows, to the small locket permanently tattooed onto his wrist. At times, people would compalin about the constant markings on his body. Saying he was overdoing it, or that they were useless drawings... but to Harry, they were much more. And because of this... I loved each one of them. 

Scanning a few more photos, my mind made mental notes on questions I would ask Harry. I wanted to ask him how scared he was when they took the picture of him holding that spider, to ask him why he picked scooby doo as a costume that year. Laughing at the silly faces he would make, my heart was falling deeper and deeper in love. 

I came aross another picture of Baby Harry. The background was a light sky blue, Harry's hair looked more blonde and straight, compared to his dark brown curls that he had now. His eyes weren't green in the picture, they were more of a blue shade. I found that feature curious. I didn't know he used to have blue eyes? Hmm..My mind asked itself what other things I didn't know about his past. I stayed staring at the picture. An innocent Harry, smiling into the camera. Not knowing exactly how far he would get when he would grow up. Not knowing that I was somewhere out there in the world, innocently living my life as well. Now here we were, atleast sixteen years later, in eachother's lives.