Hey, it's Harry, Harry Styles. Your boyfriend's best friends. I know it's weird for me to send you a letter. But I need to talk to you. Can you please come at my house after school tomorrow. Please?
I remember this, this was when Harry wanted to tell me that Zach was cheating on me. I set the letter aside and went to my closet. I removed a pair of baggy pajama pants with a oversized white tank top with back bra and underwear. I kept it on my bed before moving all the photos away. I kept it in the box they were kept in before, instead of keeping them inside I left it on my bed. I took a towel and a bathrobe from my pop-up drawer and went inside the toilet. I stripped down and got in the shower, I closed my eyes running my hand through my hair pushing them away from my face and thinking about everything that happened 5 years ago.
I took a taxi to Harry's place after school and rang the house bell. Harry's mom opened the door and I asked her if Harry was here, she said he was in his room. I thanked her and went to Harry's room. I knocked it and waited for Harry to open it. He opened the door and welcomed me in. "I need to tell you something." Harry said as we sat on the bed. "What?" I asked. "Zach is cheating on you." Harry said carefully. "I know." I said. "You do?" Harry asked surprised. "Yeah. But I can't do anything about it. He told me himself. I wasn't shocked at all, I always had a doubt." I said like it was nothing. "Then, you didn't break up with him." Harry asked frowning. "No." I sighed. "Why?" Harry sighed too. "I don't know." I shrugged. I was dumb. "He doesn't deserve you. You deserve better, someone who would treat you right. Who wouldn't cheat on you. Someone who truly loves you. Like, me." Harry said whispering the 'me'. "You love me." I asked in disbelief. "Yes." Harry nodded. We were silent for a while, I didn't know what to say. He loves me? What? How is that possible? I hadn't realized that Harry was slowly coming close to me. His face was inches away from mine. He cupped my cheeks and closed the distance. I slowly kissed him back placing my hands on his neck. Harry moved my hair behind my ear as his hands lowered now being on my neck. Harry deepened the kiss pulling me on top of him. "This is wrong." I said pulling away but keeping our foreheads connected. "It is not. This is right." Harry said and kissed me again. "So right." Harry said between the kisses. My hands got lost in his hair. Harry flipped us over. I pulled away moving back to the pillows. Harry got on top of me and kissed me again, my hands went to the hem of his shirt removing it.
