Begin Again

Chapter 15

Harry's POV

Evan texted me today.

I don't know how he got my number, but as I sat on the bed with a huge smile on my face, rereading our conversation, I felt that I didn't need to worry about how he got my number.

Evan: hey it's Evan.

Me: hello...? How'd you get my number?

Evan: do you really care?

Me: no...not really. But it's nice to know.

Evan: what, do I seem like a stalker?

Me: a little.

Evan: shut up, dick. Anyways, Eva and I are going shopping tomorrow. Wanna come with, so I can help your fake ass try to reconnect with her?

Me: oh my fuck. Yes. Please. But why? I thought you hated me.

Evan: oh I do. I really do. But I know Eva. And she doesn't hate you. She may be mad at you. But she doesn't hate you. In fact, I'd say she really likes you.

Me: yeah cause that makes sense.

Evan: listen pretty boy, do you want to come or not?

Me: yes please.

And here I am, sitting on my porch waiting for Evan to show up. He asked Eva to see if I could tag along and I was surprised when she said yes.

I needed to redeem myself. I broke her. I hurt her. I was the worst to her. I couldn't even fathom how much I had done to her. She didn't deserve any of it. I felt like such an ass as I thought about what I had told her and showed her.

And when Evan told me she hurt herself because of my "friends"....

I also haven't talked to any of them since I told off the bet about three days ago.

Not that it gives me any type of redeeming quality.

I sighed as my happy and excited mood, soon turned into one of fear. My knees began to bounce up and down and my hands grew clammy as I rubbed them up and down my pants. I sighed and looked around as my knees continued to bounce. My teeth began to chatter voluntarily and I stiffened as I saw Evan's car pull up into the drive way.

I let out a huge puff of air as I stood up and walked to their car. Eva stepped out and smiled stiffly at me. I quickly glanced her over, feeling my heart jump like it always did every time I saw her.

She had her hair in a pony tail, brown waves flying in the England breeze. She wore jean shorts and white converse with a simple white v-neck, that - in my opinion - was too low. But I wasn't her boyfriend, much less her friend at this point, so I couldn't say anything.

"Hi," she smiled. I smiled and glanced at Evan who was smirking at us.

"Hey," I replied, "you look nice."

"Thanks, Harry," she nodded, gesturing to the car, "um...get in?"

I nodded and awkwardly maneuvered myself around her, opening the car door and sliding in. I nodded my hello to Evan, who sat in the drivers seat in the car, who smiled at me in return. He waited until we were all settled in before he pulled out of my driveway.

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"So," Evan said, as we followed Eva as she went off ahead of us, "you're probably wondering why I'm helping you right?"

I nodded.

"Figured," he mumbled. He ruffled his blonde hair and then turned his head to look at me. His blue eyes were piercing into mine as he stared at me, cold and rigid.

"Eva loves you. She's extremely hurt by all that you did and finds it incredibly difficult to trust anyone," he explained as I stared at her walking ahead, "so don't get upset when you're a month into reconnecting and she hasn't given you shit. Take your time. Compliment her. Make sure she knows you're staying."

"But why are you-"

"I'll get to that in a minute, dipshit," he sassed. I raised my hands in defence and we kept walking.

"Anyways," he sighed, "she's not willing to trust you. And frankly I'm not willing to let her. Not after all of the shit you pulled. So know you're on thin ice, okay? That girl is my sister basically. If I ever see her crying because of you, I will break you."

My lips curved into a sheepish smile, thinking he was only kidding but then faded when I met his stoic gaze. I cleared my throats and blinked, swallowing my spit before I nodded.

"Y-yes, sir," I accidentally blurted. He rose an eyebrow and smirked. I felt my face redden and I rolled my eyes.

"Ignore me," I mumbled. He chuckled and we kept walking, following Eva to the stores she wanted to visit.

"Hey, Evan?" I suddenly looked at him. He glanced at me.

"Thanks," I said, "I know I have no right to be saying this, but I just wanted to thank you. For being the friend that I couldn't be when I chose popularity over Eva."

He nodded.

"What made you decide to come back?" He asked. I shrugged.

"The parties, mainly," I murmured, keeping my eyes on Eva as she skimmed through some clothes at Pacsun. Evan and I were sat outside the store, in the benches that they keep in the middle of the mall with shopping bags at our feet.

"I mean, don't get me wrong. I had fun and they were cool," I explained, "but it just wasn't me. You know? Like, when I was with Eva, I felt free. I felt like I could be myself, you know, be the Harry that my mom knew. But with these people, I felt as though I was restricted to only being the Harry they wanted me to be. And I guess I was just tired. I wanted to be me again."

He nodded, humming. He clasped his hands in front of him, leaning forward to rest his hands on his knees as he looked out into the mall. I stared at my shoes as I recounted my own confession that I made, and furrowed my eyebrows when Evan chuckled. I looked over at him to find him fixated on something ahead of me.

"Well, you better decide which Harry you want to be now, because your so-called friends are coming," he muttered. I turned in the direction he was staring and frowned internally when I saw Niall and Louis making their way over.

God damn it.

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