𝙈𝙔 𝘽𝙀𝙎𝙏𝙁𝙍𝙄𝙀𝙉𝘿 (REWRITING)

FOUR

The rest of the car ride was mostly silent aside from a few comments we would make to each other.

After what seemed like years, we finally arrive at the diner that Harry was talking about.

We walk inside and it's actually a really cute place. It has light pink booths and just seems like something out of the fifties.

It's adorable.

A lady walks up to us and leads us to a booth and we both take a seat.

I immediately start to look at the menu and try to decide on what I want to eat.

After a few minutes of looking at the menu I decide to speak up,

"Do you think the paparazzi will find you here?" I ask.

He seems startled when I ask him. He then sakes his head and says "Hopefully not. They don't follow me around here as much as they do when I'm in America."

I just nod to myself. I really don't want people to know that we're out together.

When fans see someone that they love out with someone they get so mad. I don't want any rumors to start because that always leads to hate.

They've already found old photos of us from when we were kids and that was enough for his fans to find me on social media and comment some not so nice things about me.

....

Halfway through our dinner, Harry randomly says "I'm sorry."

"You don't have to apologize anymore, Harry. It's the past now. I mean I was stupid for thinking we could carry on our friendship. You were sixteen when you left, why would I even think you were going to keep in contact with me?" I reply.

"Emery, I should've. That's the thing. I should've kept in contact with you. You were my best friend for as long as I could remember and I just ghosted you for no reason? I think it just hurt too much."

I look up to him with questioning eyes.

"It hurt too much? You've got be joking. Harry I cried over you for a year straight. You never called, never texted, and yet you're the one who was hurt? You didn't care about me. And that's okay, like Ive said I've managed to get over all of that but those first two years after you left were the two worst years of my life. I had no one. You were the only friend I had for the majority of my childhood and you gave it up for fame." I say.

"I didn't give our friendship up for fame? I just knew we were going to eventually grow apart so it was better to do it then, save us from even more heartbreak." Harry responds.

I stay silent for the rest of dinner.

I have nothing else to say to him.

...

Once we got home, I laid in my bed trying to figure out what to do. Everything just seemed so confusing.

I decide that I should talk to Gemma about everything, she always gives the best advice.

I walk out of my room and stop in front of her room. I knock on her door and I hear a faint "come in" so I walk in. She's sitting on her bed reading a book.

"Hey Gem." I say.

She looks up and smiles. "Hey Em. What's up?" she asks.

"Honestly, a lot. I really need to talk to you about Harry." I say.

She nods.

"Go ahead."

"I feel like I'm at such a weird place with him. We kind of talked about stuff and he said that he was so hurt when we stopped talking and it just made me so angry. I was genuinely heartbroken when he left. I was in love with him. I know I was only thirteen but I consider him my first love. He was everything to me. And I know the feelings weren't mutual because he never would've stopped talking to me if they were. I don't know Gemma. I just don't like the fact that he's ghosted me for five years and then when it's convent for him, he wants to be friends again. Things just aren't the same." I say.

"Em, you guys were friends for so long. It must've been hard not seeing you all the time for him. I've never told you this but he would ask about you all of the time. I didn't always have an answer because I didn't see you very often but every time you would come here, he would ask a million questions about you. He loved you so much and I know that he never wanted to leave you but he just felt that it was easier to not talk to you then lead you on anymore than he already had. He knew how you felt about him but it was just an odd time for you guys with age." Gemma replies.

"That still doesn't change the fact that he never even had the decency to reach out to me? I cried myself to sleep so many nights waiting for a text from him. But it never came. He slowly stopped texting me until there was no conversation between us at all. He doesn't even realize how bad he hurt me. Do you see what's wrong with that? I'm not even sure why I'm entertaining this we both know how this is gonna end for me. History always repeats itself."

Gemma merely nods.

"I understand where you're coming from with it being wrong of him to think he can just come back into your life whenever he pleases and have no consequences. t think about it, you have been wanting this for years. You're curious Emery. There's nothing wrong with that. You want to know why he left you when he did. Harry lives such crazy lifestyle and it's hard not to want to know what a normal day for him is like. I think you need to sit down and have a mature talk with him and just ask him about everything." Gemma says.

"I'm just scared of what he's going to say. What happens when I go back to America and he goes back on tour? He just ghosts me again. It feels wrong to get close to him when I know what the ending is." I say while sighing.

"You'll never know if you don't at least try." Gemma says while giving me a hug.

"Well I'll let you get back to whatever you were doing. Thank you for everything Gem. I don't know what I would do without you. I love you." I say.

"I love you too. Goodnight Em." She says with a smile.

And with that, I walk out.
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I lay in my bed on Twitter stalking Harry. That probably sounds weird but I need to see what's been happening in his life. I haven't kept up with it and I need to. I hear a knock at my door and Harry walks in. I quickly lock my phone and look at him.

"What's up?" I ask.

"Can you sleep with me?" he asks. I choke.

"What? This has got to be a fucking joke. What the hell is wrong with you?" I say.

"No. Not like that. Just come sleep with me please. I miss you." he says blushing.

I decide to go. This would be a perfect time to ask him about everything. It's the perfect alone time.

"Fine." I say taking in a deep breathe.

I peel my covers off of me and get up from my bed.

I walk into Harry's room and I'm immediately freezing.

I practically run to his bed just to get out of the cold.

I get on the opposite side of his bed as far away as I can. I don't want to make him feel uncomfortable.

Harry makes his way to the bed and I feel the opposite side sink down.

I feel his arm snake around my waist and pull me into him.

I don't know what to do at first. It just feels so off.

I let myself relax into him. My arm dangles around his waist.

This feels like old times.

I know that I need to talk to Harry but for right now, I just want to enjoy this moment while I can.