unlike her // h.s [Completed]

XXVI

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E.

I continue to tear down the fort Harry and I made while my Dad smoked on the balcony outside. My phone rings on the kitchen counter. I quickly fold one of the sheets, reaching for my phone and wishing it was Harry. Sage's name pops up on the screen. I consider declining but I'd like to hear what she has to say.

"What." I press the phone to my ear.

"I just want to say I'm sor-"

I cut her off. "I almost called the police on Harry Styles. Do you know how much that would ruin his career?" I spit and walk to the bathroom where my Dad wouldn't hear me.

"I was just jealous of you." I hear her wavering voice. "I've been a fan of his for years and I just got so mad because he wouldn't kiss me."

"So you decide to say he raped you? You know he has a dashboard camera, right?" I growl into the receiver.

I hear her suck in a breath. "I didn't know that, no."

"I hope to God you're not calling just to apologize because it's not accepted." I grind my teeth and bite my tongue as I try not to say the worse things a human can say to another.

"No, no." She sighs. "I'm actually moving. I just wanted to say goodbye."

"Why should I care?" I growl. "You were going to fuck up this man's whole career because he wouldn't fuck you. Dick move. And I was so worried about you. You can't just tell your best friend you got raped and take it back like it was a fucking joke."

"I know..." Her voice is small. "I guess..goodbye? Maybe one day you'll forgive me."

"Ok. Have a grand time wherever you're going." I spit. I hang up the phone and gently shove it in my pocket. I roll my eyes. If I keep rolling my eyes, I'll be able to see my brain.

I head back into the living room and right as soon as I'm putting the barstools back, my phone rings again. I answer without reading the contact.

"Leave me alone." I explode.

"Oh. I'm sorry," Harry's voice rings through the phone.

"I'm so sorry!" I exclaim and turn around, seeing my Dad still on the balcony. "I thought you were someone else."

"Ah, okay, okay." He chuckles. "How are you?"

I miss you. "I'm okay. My Dad visited, what about you?"

"I'm doing okay, I just have to write one more song and the album will be finished," his grin is evident in his tone. "I'm so excited for you to hear it."

"I'm excited for you to be excited for me to hear it." I ramble.

"What?" He laughs.

"I dunno," I giggle and go to the porch. The cool wind tickles my skin. "When can I see you? I mean- are you busy or anything?"

"Actually," he begins. "I would like a distraction."

"A distraction?" I grin. "Do you want to come pick me up? My Dad is a real Debbie Downer."

"Erm," his accent flows through the phone. "I'll be there soon. I hope you like ice cream."

"Actually, I'm lactose intolerant." I sigh and frown.

"Oh." He murmurs.

"I'm kidding. I love icecream. See you soon!" I hang up and scatter back inside and rush upstairs before my Dad can see me. I quickly get changed into a black hoodie that is way too large for me and a pair of jeggings.

I brush my teeth, put deoderant on, and quickly put my hair into a braid.

Once I get downstairs, Dad is waiting on me at the bottom. "Hey, Dad." I hop to the bottom step and slide past him.

"Where are you going?" He wonders, following me to the front door.

"Going out." I give him a quick kiss on the cheek.

"With a boy?" He prys, squinting his eyes at me as I open the door.

"No." I lie and slip outside, shutting the door behind me. Dad doesn't bother to follow me and I wait on the porch swing until Harry pulls up in his red car and smiles at me from the inside. I wave slightly and hop down the steps as Harry gets out of the car.

His hair falls perfectly, no sign of hair spray or gel. He wears a green turtle neck sweater with a pair of skinny jeans and a red pair of boots that don't match anything.

He pulls me into a side hug and leads me to the passenger side, opening the door for me. I slip in and he waits for me to buckle my seatbelt before shutting it.

He gets in and starts the car, the engine roaring to life and pulls away. "What's up?" He asks, keeping his focus on the road.

"I'm kinda just in the car with this guy, getting icecream I presume." I tease him and he smiles, the dimples showing.

"Sounds awesome," he hums. "Whoever this guy is, he's very lucky." Heat creeps up my neck and overcomes my cheeks.

"How are you, Harry? Really. Tell me how you really feel." I murmur, turning towards him in my seat.

He becomes silent and chews the inside of his cheek. "I dunno." He whispers, reaching over the gear shift to grab my hand. Butterflies explode in my stomach. "I just - there's alot going on. Marge, Sage...you."

My breath gets caught in my throat. "Did I do something wrong?" I ask steadily, keeping my eyes on him.

"No. You're just," he pauses and turns down the road. "You're doing everything right."

I laugh slightly. "What does that mean?"

"You're an incredible friend. I'm happy you've come into my life." He exults and squeezes my hand twice. "When everything goes wrong, you're there. You're amazing. Thank you."

"I don't know what to say. Do I say thank you or you're welcome?" I ask awkwardly.

He smiles. "How about you start with, 'Harry you're a great friend.'"

I purse my lips at him, even though he can't see me. "Harry, you're a great friend."

He chuckles and parks into the Icecream Shoppe parking lot.

Harry got me soft vanilla icecream in a bowl with rainbow sprinkles. He got a mix of chocolate, strawberry, and vanilla on a cone. "Thank you, Harry. How much was it?" I ask, reaching into my pocket.

"It was free for you." He stops my arm.

"Harry-"

"No. I literally wouldn't want to spend my money on anything else." He coos and drops his arm. I smile and look at his cone, seeing the Icecream drip down his hand.

"Harry!" I squeal with a giggle, pointing at his cone.

"Shoot." He laughs and licks the melted icecream. "You purposely distracted me." He accuses teasingly.

I shrug. "You said you needed a distraction."