Unexpected- A Harry Styles FanFiction

Chapter 2

My freshman year pretty much sucked ass. Im a very closed off person so I didn't have many friends. Other than Harry, I didn't have any actually. Everybody made fun of me. I was a slut, whore, bitch, every name in the book even though I didn't talk to anyone. Harry and I had a few classes together, but not many since he was a sophomore. We hung out pretty much everyday, unless my mom needed me, but that wasn't often since she wasn't home hardly ever. She worked a lot to make sure we had enough money to live off of. Dad didnt send any money. We hadnt heard from him at all other than divorce papers and court. He could have gone to jail for not sending child support, but mom didnt have the energy to fight him. Harry and I were at my house alot since nobody was ever home. After school, he would come over and help me do chores. Then, we'd just hang out. Watch movies, listen to music. Regular friend stuff. So, I guess outside of school, my freshman year wasn't as bad as it could be. That is until Christmas break.

Harry's family was always friends with mine due to the fact that Harry and I were so close. We had the four of them over for dinner on Christmas eve. Him, his parents, and his sister. We were all sitting around the table making small talk. Harry was sitting across from me mocking his mom who sat right next to him. I tried my hardest not to laugh, but then I was distracted by a statement his mom made.

"I know Harry is really torn up about the move." My heart stops. Move? Why haven't I heard about this? My eyes shoot to Harry's and he looks down at his plate. I feel the tears form in my eyes. I don't say anything before excusing myself from the table and running down the hall to my room. "Leslie!" I hear my mom, but I don't care. I lock my door behind me and burry my head in my pillow. Moments later I hear a knock on the door but don't move.

"Leslie. Will you open the door please?" His gentle voice kills me. I open the door and make my way back to my bed without saying a word. He sits on my bed next to me and pulls me into his arms. I don't hug back or anything. I just cry. He releases his hold and places his hands on my shoulders. "Talk to me?" He asks and I know I have to. I can't stay mad at him forever, but I will be for quite a while.

"When.?" I simply ask.

"Right after new years. Well the day of I guess. We will leave the afternoon of the first."

The tears are flowing more heavily now.

"Why didnt you tell me?" I ask and his eyes wander away from mine. I can tell he feels bad.

"I wanted you to be able to have a good Christmas. I didn't want to ruin the holidays for you." I guess that makes sense, but he still should have told me. I don't say anything.

"Let's just make the most of what time we have left, okay?" He says wiping the tears away from underneath my eyes. I still don't say anything. He hugs me, and this time I hug back. The feeling of him leaving is somehow worse than the feeling I had when my dad left.

"Let's go open presents." He says and smiles. I can't help but smile back. We make our way to the family room and sit on the loveseat. He wraps his arm around my shoulder and pulls me near. My mom eyes me. She's always thought there was something more between Harry and I but there isn't. Its just nice to have a friend like him. He cracks jokes as his parents exchange presents. We've sort of made it a rule over the years for the parents to exchange and the kids to exchange. Gemma, Harry's older sister, and I have always been friends too. We were never as close and Harry and I, but we still are considered to be friends. Her and I exchange our gifts. We both got each other charm bracelets. Great minds think alike. Then, harry and I exchanged gifts.I got him all the newest albums by his favorite band. Music is a big part of both of our lives. When I open my gift, I am absolutely speechless. Its a scrapbook of all the pictures we have ever taken. I can feel the tears running down my cheeks. Everyone's eyes are on me. Why do I have to be so emotional? I cant think of anything to say other than Thank you. He hugs me and my heart breaks. I don't know how I'm supposed to make it through highschool without him.

New Years Eve was fun, but emotional for me. I went to Harry's house. His parents were having this huge party. Him and I just hung out downstairs in the game room listening to music and well, playing games. He always kicked my ass at the mini basketball game, but I always beat him at air hockey. Around 11 we turned the T.V on and watch the Times Square show. He sat on the loveseat and I laid my head in his lap with my legs hanging over the arm. Neither of us make a big deal out of stuff like that because it could never be more than friends. We watch the performances, and around 11:55, Harry runs upstairs and sneaks down two cups of wine for the two of us for the New Years Celebration. We countdown together from 10 and I giggle at his stupid little voices he makes while doing it. At one, we drink our wine. He looks me in the eyes and says "Happy New Year." And then unexpectedly plants his lips on mine. When he pulls away, he must be able to see the shock on my face. "I'm sorry.. I had to." He says, my cheek still cupped in his hand. I don't know what to say, so I stay quiet. "I've always wanted to." He says quietly.

"What?" I say shocked.

"Don't act like you didn't know." He says in a joking tone.

"How would I know?" I ask still so confused.

"You didn't? Hmm.. " he answers. We don't talk about it for the rest of the night and things seem to go back to normal. Harry disappeared upstairs for a little bit, but I really don't want to go up there so, I just watch TV. I remember my mom trying to wake me up, but it wasn't going so well so she just left me there on the couch. I also remember Harry covering me with a blanket and kissing me on the cheek before going across the hall into his room.

I wake up the next morning and go across to his room. Its almost completely empty and I can't help but begin to cry again.

"Les?" I hear Harry say in his sleepy voice.

"Yes?"

"Its gunna be okay. I promise."

"Why are you moving back..?"

"My parents say they miss it too much. I wouldve figured they'd have gotten used to it here after after seven years.." his voice trails off.

I sit on the edge of his bed. "Sorry." I simply reply. He sits up and moves next to me. He turns my head so I'm facing him. "Everything's gunna be okay. " he says pushing a piece of hair behind my ear and planting a kiss on my forehead. We go upstairs to discover that its already noon. They leave at two. Harry and I make sandwiches then we sit out in the fort. We talk about the difference be school here and there. We listen to the CDs I bought him, and before we know it, his mom is calling for us. "One more thing!" He says and pulls out his phone. We snap a goofy picture and head inside. We say our goodbyes and hug. Harry is crying too.

"Why are you crying? Everythings gunna be okay, remember?" I say to him and he chuckles. As I watch them drive off, I wave. That day, was by far the worst day of my life. Okay, I know I've said that a lot, but this time it was true. I lost the one person who completely understood me. The one who listened to everything I had to say. He was always there for me, and now he lives on the other side of the world. My world just keeps on tumbling.