Pain: Her (Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 15

"You don't remember me but, in freshman year I had a crush on you." He looked away nervously and I couldn't help but to smile. I don't think I've ever smiled so hard in my life.

"Really?" I wrapped my hands around his top arm, still smiling and blushing. He turned his head and his cheeks were so pink it was the most adorable thing in the world.

"Yeah, but you don't remember me." He reminded again.

"But I do." I half lied.

"You do?" he asked as he furrowed his eyes brows.

"Well, sort of. I know you used to go by Edward and didn't have all these tattoo's and piercings." I removed my hands from around his arms and placed them on my lap, hoping he didn't think I stalked his life.

"How'd you know that?" He seemed kind of relieved.

"Alan told me..." I said behind a smile. I sounded childish as if I was afraid of getting in trouble.

"Ahh, that man." He shook his head and laughed, leaning back into the bench. He looked at me and gave me the warmest smile before grabbing my arm and pulling me closer to him. We were shoulder to shoulder and he crossed his arms.

"Do you still want to know?"

"Yeah!" I immediatly answered.

"Well I uh--I--yeah yeah I went by Edward cause I didn't like Harry."

"How come?"

"When I moved here from Holmes Chapel everyone made fun of my name. It got to the point where I hated it so much because the constant name calling and bullying got to me. Plus, Harry's an odd name here in America." he smiled."So I made people call me Edward, my middle name, once I came to high school."

"I like Harry better." I told him looking into his eyes.

"I've grown to like it again. But anyway, I liked you..like a lot. You were always around the team because you were with Liam and--"

"We were friends throughout freshman year." I cleared.

"Right, and Liam was already protective of you since you two were close. And since Liam and I were good friends I didn't want to ask you out, being that he liked you so much. But my heart would just drop whenever you'd show up for practices and games. " He laughed as if he thought of an old memory. "You would sit there and cheer us on and jump up and clap when we made a goal, you were the first person I'd look for and look at during the games." He looked up at me and the smile he gave made my heart skip a beat.

I couldn't believe it, he actually liked me?! Why didn't I pay attention to him? I was beginning to feel horrible for not putting any effort into noticing or talking to him. Now that I think about it, I do remember him watching me and looking at me, and I remember thinking he was weird for doing it. I couldn't help but to think what it would've been like if I dated Harry instead of Liam.

"I feel horrible." I told him looking down.

"Don't!" He laughed. "It's not like you would've said yes if I asked you to be my girlfriend anyway."

"How do you know?"

"Because you were into bad boys, and Liam was a bad boy."

"That's not true Harry." I shook my head and crossed my arms, "I guess because I liked Liam so much I didn't pay much attention to anyone else. I guess you could say that...I only had eyes for him." I rolled my eyes and took a deep breath, inhaling the chilly wind.

"And you are a bad boy." I looked at him up and down and he laughed.

"I didn't have all this before, so I was considered preppy, and I was! I would wear those fucking blazers and khakis; I was such a weirdo." He put his hands over his eyes and laughed. "I don't know what I was thinking."