Everyone knows who we were. Everybody knows what we were BESTFRIENDS. I never really liked my best friend that way. She never did. We never did. She’s like a sister to me as I was a brother to her. The greatest best friend anyone could ever ask for. There’s nothing more to that that I see in her. I know exactly to myself that that will never change forever. But I guess Justin Bieber was right to say… NEVER SAY NEVER.
10 years ago…
“Oh for heaven’s sake, Harold, put your shoes on now. We are just going to your Uncle Steve’s wedding.” My mum was trying to convince me while dressing me up in a stupid suit.
“But mum! I don’t want to go! Batman! Batman!” Trying to contain my annoyance, I continuously kick off my shoes.
“Stand still, Harold! Or else there won’t be any cookie for you young lad.” I immediately put on my shoes and stood still. My mum chuckled and nodded.
“That’s a good lad.” She said handing me a cookie.
“Thanks mum!” I started to munch it all up.
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The wedding was completely boring. Mum basically just left me by a corner to myself while she mingled around with random strangers.
“This is absolutely stupid.” I said to myself.
“What is?” I practically jumped out of sit.
“What the? Who are you?” Standing beside me was a little girl all dressed in white and a big pink bow strapped around her waist, her light brown hair was braided in two as a big flower crown lay above her hair, and her glasses hung low on the middle of her nose.
“I am Annaliese, Annaliese Victoria Lopez but my mommy calls me Ana. I’m the daughter of the bride. Who are you, stranger?” she adjusted her glasses and smiled.
“I’m Harry Styles. My mum calls me Harry. And… you don’t sound… British.” I tilted my head to the side.
She giggled, showing off dimples that looked exactly mine, “That’s because I’m not from here. I’m a Filipino. The Philippines is where I’m from, lad.”
“How did your mom-“
“They were best friends all through college.” She said as she struggled to take a sit on a high pavement. I held on to her waist and gave a lift. “Thank you.”
End of flashback…
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10 years later…
“For he’s a jolly good laddy! For he’s a jolly good laddy! For he’s a jolly good laddyyyyyyyyy! Ta da da dum… uhhh… deny!!!” someone sang loudly into my ear then suddenly a huge weight was upon my stomach.
“Leave me alone.” I mumbled onto my pillow.
“Wake up birthday boy!!!” She screamed ecstatically. Maybe if I just keep snoring she’ll go away. “Ugh! Get up! I’m not going anywhere until you wake the hashbrown up!!!!!!!!” I then felt the bed bouncing rapidly.
Oh right. Today was my birthday. What a better way to wake up, yeah? I knew Anna was waking up. Who else would? No one dared to wak me up in my birthday except her, my sister or my mom.
I remember exactly a year before when the lads were the ones who woke me up. Louis had to break my lamp just for me to open my eyes. Zayn sprayed a whole can of hairspray on my head just for to move a muscle. Good thing that Anna arrived just in time before the lads could even damage my room any further.
I shifted myself then a loud thud. “OWWW!” I got up and saw Ana sitting on the ground, rubbing her bum.
“Oh shit! Ana! Are you okay?! Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry babe! I didn’t know you were sitting on me that way.” I got out of bed immediately and knelt down beside.
“Ugh. You’re seriously gonna pay for my hospital bill if I dislocated a butt cheek.” I rolled my eyes and carried her to my bed. I fell down to the bed with my head on her lap. She started to rub my head. I really love it when she does that. I just feel really relaxed when she does that to me.
“Happy birthday, curly.” She gently whispered. To be honest, it gave me goosebumps when she said it. The good kind, though.
“Thanks, love. But why did you have to wake me up this early?”
“This early? Harold, it’s almost noon.” She chuckled as I turned to look at the clock hanging above my door.
"Remind me again why there's a clock in my room?" I held on to her legs tight like it was a pillow. “You smell nice.”
“Awww… Thanks. I worked hard to achieve this smell.” I felt her tap my head. “Now get up. The lads are coming over in… 10 minutes.”
“No! I’m comfortable like this.” My grip around her thighs became tighter.
“Well, I’m not.” I looked at her with hurt eyes. “I’m kidding.” She reached down to kiss my forehead.
“But I’m serious about you getting up now. CHOP! CHOP!” She shook her legs loose. She stood up and straightened herself up. I noticed that she was wearing an over-sized grey sweater that hung loose on her left shoulder, ripped white shorts and her favourite black chucks. As always, her glasses were hanging a bit low on her nose. She always looked cute with those glasses on. I actually never met any girl who looked as good as Ana with glasses on. Taylor tried it once but I just took it off of her because she didn’t really look good on it.
“Ummm… how about less creepy staring and more on getting up and taking a bath?” she pinched my nose and pulled it until I sat up. She was about to walk to the door when held her hand and made her face me again.
I stared at her face a long time, just taking it all in. I know that I’ve been seeing this face every day for 10 long years. I just can’t seem to get tired of her face. Not one bit. Her long, brown like hazelnut, wavy hair was all tied up into a messy bun, those dark brown eyes that are hidden behind those glasses, her little pink lips, and those freckles on the side of her neck that she hates ao much but I love and have grown quite fond of.
“Hello? Earth to Mr. Styles!” I quickly snapped out of my little thought bubble. “Why are you staring at me like that? It’s totally creeping me out.” She adjusted her glasses and wrinkled her nose.
“Nothing. It’s just… It’s been 10 years since we first met.”
She gasped, “Are you getting tired of my face? NOOOOO!!!” She tried to cover up her face. I took her hands off from her face and wrapped my arms around her waist.
“I will never get tired of seeing your face. If I did, would you still be here right now?”
“Well, you do a have a point.” She chuckled.
“Wow. You’re so cute.” I said out of nowhere.
That made her laugh, “I’ll just wait for you downstairs while you, sir, get ready because the boys, Eleanor, Sophia, me and you will be going to the carnival and go clubbing tonight!” She jumped up and down while clapping her hands like a kid on Christmas morning. But suddenly stopped. “Oh. And I invited Taylor too. But it was supposed to be a surprise. Just act like you are when you see her.” Her voice was neutral.
I completely knew that Ana didn’t like Taylor. But I can completely see her efforts to get along with her.
Yes. I’m dating- no, scratch that - the management has set the two of us to date for publicity since December. Of course, the lads and Ana weren't all that happy about the idea. It actually took some time to actually convince them that it's just up until after New Year's eve. But I guess it didn't. Taylor and I, unexpectedly. turned out to date for real. She really is charming and sweet... for the first to months, that is. I love her, I really do, but there's just a time where her and I really don't get along with everything. If I say say everything I mean EVERYTHING.
I was about to say something, Ana untangled herself from me and made her way out of my room…
… leaving me with the thought of what if.
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