Break the Unbreakable

Chapter Thirty Seven

Harry and I have this unspoken bond now. Since the last time, when I cried to him, he and I have been completely nice to one another.

And I've grown a new appreciation for him. He's careful around me - what he says about Niall or even Liam. He wants to know how I'm feeling, what I'm thinking.

And I'm going to have to say it's the first time since my talk with Niall that I've felt remotely better.

But not about myself. Because I still feel terrible, but in actuality, I feel like I've mentally stopped this assignment.

Maybe, I don't actually have to do it.

Harry and I hang out a lot, actually - we never kiss or hold hands. But his company - I'm quite fond of.

"Blake, come over to my place," Harry was saying on the phone. "I learned something cool."

I laughed and said I'd see him in ten minutes. Grabbing a jumper from off my hook, I make my way out the door and into the cold to meet him.

As I walk the familiar streets, I notice that I'm grinning. I'm excited to see Harry again.

I knock on his door, and it immediately opens. Harry is holding a plastic cup in his right hand as he beckons me inwards.

"Come on!" He pulls me towards the kitchen. "Okay, so I've been watching this video - Lennon and Maisy. They sing Call Your Girlfriend, and I learned how to do it."

He starts to tap an interesting rhythm out, flipping the cup over. Clearing his throat, he sings:

Call your girlfriend, I think it's time you talked
Give her reasons, say it's not her fault
But you just met somebody new

His voice is actually beautiful. It makes me want to melt into a puddle on the floor. When he finishes, I clap for him, grinning from ear to ear.

"Show me how to do that!" I exclaimed, and he laughs out loud.

Grabbing another plastic cup, we start tapping out the rhythm.

Hours on end, I practiced the beat until it became second nature. He and I would flip the cups over and over, creating a steady rhythm, and we split up the parts.

I would sing harmony over the melody he was singing, and it sounded...magical. Our voices blended together so nicely, and I was surprised. You wouldn't expect us to have harmonies that would work between the two of us.

But it did.

We decided to take a break and get something to eat from his fridge. Pulling out leftover pasta, we started to pick at the noodles.

"So, how are you?" he asked.

"Good," I replied. "Yourself?"

"Good," he said. "Talked to Niall recently?"

"Not for two weeks now," I admitted. It's sad, and I miss him every time I think about it. But, I know that it was my fault.

I pushed him away.

"Do you think he'll ever get over it?" Harry wondered, putting another noodle in his mouth.

"I don't know," I shook my head. "He's pretty angry with me. I don't think we could ever go back to being best friends. Which is sad...because I really loved having him."

"It's tricky when best friends date."

"Have you ever dated your best friend?" Maybe he's had experience.