y'all wanted part 2, so here you go !!  
                              (WARNING: cliffhanger, sorry !!)
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                              You try to call Harry for what seems like the thousandth time. It's really odd for him not to pick up your calls, he always does no matter what he's doing.
                              "Ugh." You groan as you through your phone beside you.
                              You're really worried about him. Ever since you went bowling with him and Edward he's just been acting so weird. You honestly have no idea why.
                              Suddenly your phone starts to vibrate. You look over to see Harry's name flashed across the screen. You sigh in relief before answering.
                              "I've been so worried about you Harry! I called you about 20 times and you haven't answered. I was really really worried." You say quickly.
                              "Sorry." He says quietly.
                              "Is everything alright? You've been acting really strange lately. Like, you're not yourself. Did something happen?" You ask.
                              "No. Nothing happened. I'm fine. I don't know what you're talking about." He says, but you can tell that he's hiding something.
                              "Are you sure?" 
                              "Yes Y/N. Stop worrying about me, I'm fine." 
                              You sigh, knowing that he isn't going to tell you unless you really make him.
                              "I'm coming over." You say.
                              You hang up before he can say anything and you exit the house.
                              You get into your car and start the engine, driving to Harry's place.
                              Once you're there, you pull up in his drive way and get out the car. You knock on his front door and wait for him to open up.
                              The door slowly opens to see a distressed and exhausted Harry.
                              "Oh my gosh. Harry, what happened? You look like you haven't slept in weeks." You say.
                              His eyes are bloodshot and puffy. His hair is a mess and his skin is so pale. 
                              You enter and close the door behind you.
                              "Are you okay?" You ask, very concerned.
                              "Yeah." He shrugs and sits on the couch.
                              You cross your arms and raise your eyebrows, not convinced.
                              "I know you better than anyone else does Harry, I know when you're lying." You say, sitting next to him.
                              He stares at the ground and fiddles with his fingers. 
                              "Come on. You can tell me anything, we're best friends." You say and that's when he lost it.
                              "For fucks sake! I am so tired of hearing those words! Especially when they come out of your mouth!" He snaps.
                              You flinch at his sudden outburst. 
                              "What?" You say, utterly confused.
                              "Are you blind? Are you that clueless? I am in fucking love with you Y/N!"
                                      
                                          
                                  
                                              
                                          