one day » hendall

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He hasn't texted me.

Well okay, it's only been an hour. The guy never goes on dates. The last time he took a girl out on a real date was two years ago and he stormed into my house complaining about his date, he didn’t remember her name and boobs half out of her top, wouldn't stop talking and inviting him to her house. I couldn't help but laugh at him and he told me he wasn't going to go on dates again. I know he brings girls home. Every girl in our senior class wants him. I see the way they look at him. The way they look at us. I can't help but let that boost my ego a little though.

I like the way he's so casual about everything. There's just something so nice and easy going about him that I literally can't picture him not being there. Its senior year and I know we would soon be parting out different ways. But 15 years of this kid... It means too much to me.

I don't know why he actually stuck with me that long. He trusts me. He trusts me with a lot of things. 

Last year he got into a fight with his step dad. A bad one really. I never see him cry, he's just a tough exterior sort of guy. But his voice in the phone was so harsh and soft. 

"Can I come over?"

"It's 3 in the morning? Is everything okay?"

"No, I need you."

He slept over that night. We didn't do anything. But it was one of the most comforting and amazing nights I ever experienced. He cried in front of me. I had never seen a boy look so vulnerable and upset. Especially Harry. He ended up falling asleep an hour later, with his cheek on my shoulder. I have a thing about playing with his hair, it's just a thing. His arm was draped around my waist and I tickled his back softly over his shirt. I comforted him and made him feel better. He didn't snore. His steady breathing was so smooth and steady. His heart beat touching against the side of my body. It was nearly 12 in the afternoon by the time we both woke up. Still in the same position. 

His body stretched against mine and I didn't want him to feel uncomfortable or nervous about it. It was just innocent. 

"Sorry... I should get going." He shyly said reaching his arm off my side. But I grabbed it and pulled it back.

"Just stay." I said quietly.

In that moment I would have done anything just to kiss him. To feel his lips for the first time. The moment was perfect but something held us both back. He nodded though and rested back in place. His finger tips barely tickling my hip.

I feel like this part in our friendship, was something that brought us the closest. He could trust me. As much as he didn't want to cry, he felt comfortable being that way in front of me. 

It only happened once. That night. I got worried that he never wanted to be near me again. That sleeping like that would ruin us. But in reality it brought us closer. I wish it happened once more though.

I know he sleeps with other girls. I don't know how many girls. But I know he does. He respects me enough to not tell me but curiosity and jealously always get the best of me. I on the other hand, have never had sex. My high standards of guys always go back to Harry. I've had boyfriends. All who were respectful to my parents, treated me well, and like to spend time with me. Harry never seemed to be too fond of them. He never forced me to break up with them, but he always had a way to give me advice. 

I really like his one friend, Zayn. I don't really get what's wrong between the two of them. Harry seems to suddenly hate the guy and spends less time with them. But Zayn is gorgeous. All Harry's friends are. I'm glad they accept me and enjoy spending time with me. I can't help but notice how Zayn looks at me. He always makes me nervous though.

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I'm laying on my bed in sweats and a tank top. My parents work all day long so I'm left spending most of my time alone. I don't mind though. 

My phone vibrates and I expect it to be Harry. I half expect me to tell me that he's spending the night with her. The idea literally pains my stomach. I don't like the idea of him holding another girl.

I pull the phone up and the name says Zayn.

Zayn?

He barely texts me and the only reason I have his number is so that I can send him homework when he skips class. Nor does he really ever text me first.

I unlock my phone and read his message.

*Hey... I'm not bothering you am I?*

*No, what's up?*

*Eh, nothing I guess aha. I just was bored.*

*So you text me? Are you sure you aren't drunk, Malik?*

*No! I'm home. My parents have guest over... It's a bore. I was just thinking about you and yeah here I am.*

*Well you're always allowed to text me. I'm sorry about you being bored though.* He was thinking about me... Me? 

*Yeah. Is Harry with you?* Is he with me that much?

*Nah. He's on a date. Mr. Anti-Dater is on a real date. Surprised?*

*Very... With who?* 

Why so many questions? Sigh.

*Alex, my friend. Redhead, she's cute.*

*Ah, I saw them talking. Maybe we can hang out. If you wanna.*

*Well I wasn't really expecting to go out. I'm not very dressed up nicely? Lol.*

*That's okay. I would rather hang out with you there then be here. We don't need to go anywhere.*

I don't know what to do. Like honestly the guy is super hot and I would love to spend some time with him. But I'm getting a bad vibe about it. I don't know how Harry would feel about me spending time with him alone. 

*Yeah... Just for a little though, I'm tired.*

*Cool. I'm on my way.*