The Worst Best Man | h.s. fanfiction

Chapter 9

    "And so, that's how this whole mess happened." I explained to Harry as he drove with his jaw clenched and his hands gripped tightly around the wheel.

He shook his head in disapproval. "I should have never told you anything."

"Harry—"

"I shouldn't have got you involved in this. I should've known that you were just going to screw everything up."

I frowned. "I was just trying to help you out because you're my friend—"

"We're not friends, Avery! We never were friends and we never will be!" He yelled angrily.

I immediately shut up after that. He was right. I didn't know why I was trying so hard for us to be friends. Maybe I've always wanted to be his friend. Maybe I was only mean to him because I was jealous of him. I don't know, it was unknown to me. Anyway, we didn't talk during the rest of the ride. He just dropped me off and left, leaving me with nothing but guilt.

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It was 11:00 at night when I got a call from Arabella, asking me to come to our old school gymnasium. Once I arrived, I could hear music playing in the gym and as I got closer and closer, it got louder. I walked in and saw Zayn and Arabella dancing together and Harry was sitting in the bleachers, watching them.

"What's going on?" I asked, causing them to notice me.

"Just practicing our dance for the wedding." Arabella told me.

"Ya know, maybe you could practice too! Just in case you want to dance with a cute guy." Arabella added with a wink.

As I was about speak, she immediately said, "You could practice with Harry!"

Harry's head then abruptly shot up, looking towards us. He got up from the bleachers and walked towards us. "Harry could do what?"

Arabella then grabbed Harry's arm and pulled him closer to me. "Dance with Avery."

I knew he was still pissed about what happened earlier, so there was no way he would dance with me. Plus, I don't even know how to dance!

"Arabella, that's very nice of you, but Harry probably doesn't want to do it and you know I can't dance." I informed her.

Harry then rolled his eyes and extended his arm in front of me. "Quit making excuses, I'll dance with you for crying out loud."

I then unsurely took his hand and we stepped away from Arabella. I just awkwardly stood there.

"I don't know what to do."

Harry then grabbed one of my hands and placed my other hand on his shoulder and then, put his free hand on my waist. He nodded at me.

"Follow my lead."

We both then started to move in harmony with the music. I was actually doing pretty well for my first time. I couldn't stop looking at Harry and he was doing anything to try to avoid my gaze.

"I didn't know you could dance." I said in a hushed tone.

"Well, there's a lot of things you don't know about me." He said back in the same tone.

We both moved slowly in rhythm to the music, you couldn't even tell I was bad! I looked over to see that Arabella and Zayn had already left. I knew exactly why Arabella did this and it pissed me off. I shook the thought away and tried to talk to Harry again.

"But seriously, did someone teach you?" I questioned.

Harry sighed. "Well, when I was about 14, I went to my first dance with a date. I really wanted to impress the girl, so my sister taught me."

I nodded in response.

"But no one really danced that night. All they did was grind on each other."

I laughed causing him to chuckle a little. He then just shrugged with a small grin on his face, slightly looking down.

"My sister has always been there for me. It's sad that we don't see each other or talk anymore." His smile then faded.

His eyes then flickered up to look at me and he saw that I was frowning too. We then both started to get lost in each other's eyes, both filled with sadness. I quickly looked back down as we both lowered our arms back to our sides. I then shook my head and my hand balled up into a fist.

"Stop it." I gritted.

He gave me a confused look. "What?"

Anger started to boil up inside of me. "Don't act like you don't know, you know exactly what you're doing! Playing with my emotions like this! You're pissed at me at one point, then you're not the next. You're confusing me, Harry! All I wanted was for us to get along for our best friend's wedding, but clearly we never will! This shit would've never gotten so complicated if I didn't kiss you."

Harry had his arms crossed over his chest with his jaw clenched tightly.

"I don't know what I was trying to prove! That I cared for you? That I liked you? I don't know! I've realized these past couple of weeks that we're just not meant to be anything but enemies."

And before I left the gym, I concluded, "You were right about one thing though. We never were and never will be friends."

~Sorry that this chapter kinda sucked I just really wanted to update and I thought of this at the top of my head :P I feel like this story is going to be short like maybe 20 chapters or less. Idk but I have a great ending planned :) also I'm very aware that the photo above is of Brandon and Callie but let's just imagine. Unless you're Brallie af, then you can think what you want lol ~