One of the saddest thing that could happen, is when one falls in love, while the other wants nothing but friendship. What would you do if you've been challenge into a game, called Friend zone?
"You're beautiful Heather." He stated, before crashing his lips to mine making my heart pounded against my chest. Butterflies interrupted in my stomach and I'm sure I look like a tomato as I can feel my cheeks heated up. Not a moment later, we pulled away from each other with a smiles on our faces. His green orbs looking directly to mine. "I-" He started to say, but cut off by a loud beep. We both let out a chuckle, before he repeats again. "I-" And this time, his lips were moving, but no words were coming out from his mouth. The loud beeps were the only thing that being heard around making me frown, and look at him with confusion. "Sorry what?" I tried to ask as he keeps mumbling some words, but I can't hear it clearly as the beeps got louder. My eyes widen when everything around me, were spinning, before I'm surrounded by darkness.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
I opened my eyes and only to be greeted by a white wooden cieling, with the annoying noise of my alarm clock that echoing through my room. I groaned and rolled over my bed to reach for the stupid thing to shut it. You disturb me from my sweetest dreams. I can't believe I dreamed like that about him... Again. I buried my face into my pillow, and let out a muffled shriek. Stupid dream! Why did I have to dream like that about him?! I shouldn't have those kind of fantasies! He's my best friend for God sake! He's just your best friend, Heather! He doesn't have any feelings for you, and he never will. Keep that in your goddamn mind! My thoughts and 'regret' session were interrupted by a knock on my door. "Heather?" Speaking of the devil, I heard his rasp voice, making me smile like an idiot.
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The door opened, revealing Mr. Harold Edward Styles or should I call, Harry with his handsome and breath taking feature. He wore his usual attire which are dark skinny jeans, brown leather boots and white t shirt, making the blank ink on his arm became visible. You can say it just a simple outfit, but he looks handsome as hell.
"Can I come in?" He asked, grasping the door knob with a grin on his face.
"You already opened the door." I rolled eyes, but he just shrugged my grumpy mood as he let himself in. He closed the door behind him and take a sit on the edge of my bed.
"Rough morning eh?" He asked still grinning.
No. I just had a weird dream about you... Again.
"Yeah." I breathed, and closed my eyes for a second and let out a groan, before opening them again. "I hate Mondays."
"Of course." He stated, and let out a chuckle. "Grumpy Garfield, always hates Monday mornings." I groaned when he reached my cheek and pinch it, making me slap his hand away.
"Grumpy Garfield? I thought I'm your Patrick?" I pouted, making him laugh at my childishness.
"You are, Pat!" He pinched my cheek again, and this time I just laugh along...
