It's almost impossible for a girl and a guy to be best friends without one falling for the other. Eventually, after all the late nights staying up late and talking nonstop and sharing so many laughs, making so many memories, and having too many inside jokes to count, one will fall completely head over heels with the other.
It may be for a moment or it may last forever, but one will still develop those feelings that they just can't seem to control. As much as they wish it wouldn't happen, he or she can't seem to get that certain person out of their mind. All they wish is to be able to be next to that person, feel their warmth, and just be with him or her and cherish the world together.
That's what it's like for me, Annabel Jean Smith. I didn't plan to fall completely and helplessly in love with my best friend, Harry Styles. Yes, the cheeky boy from One Direction.
I didn't want these feelings. I didn't ask for them. If I had it my way, I would say hell with them and move on with life. But of course, it's not that easy. I've tried to do that. I've tried with every fiber in me to ignore these inconsiderate feelings, and sometimes I'll think I'm finally over him.
But then I'll see him. Whether it's at school or he's visiting my house, all it takes is for him to look at me. To look at me with those beautiful emerald green eyes and flash me his perfectly gorgeous smile revealing his adorable dimples, for me to get those familiar butterflies. For my heart to melt, and my feelings to come rushing back all at once.
I want to tell him. I want to tell him so badly how I feel, but I can't. I'm sure you're wondering why I just won't grow a pair and tell him straight up. You might think, 'Hey! He might like you back, you never know!' but it's not exactly like that.
I know for a fact that Harry Styles does not feel the same way. He's in love with someone else. Cliche, right? The boy you love, to be in love with someone else.
This girl isn't just anyone though. She's Lyla Jones; captain of our schools dance team, student body president, and spends her spare time working at the animal shelter. It's not just her brains and sweetness that attracts the eye, but her beauty. I swear to you, this girl does not have one flaw. From her pin straight blonde hair, to her crystal blue eyes. From her pale and pimple free skin, to her perfectly fit body. She is the ideal figure for a female, and just about anyone wants to look like her.
She's damn near perfect. No wonder Harry is so head over heels for her. He's had a crush on her since I can remember, and each year we spend together those feelings he has for her just continues to grow and grow.
If only that could be me. If only it could be me he was so in love with, like I am for him. But hey, things don't always go the way you want.
So I just sit back and let my heart break as I watch him love someone else, hide away my emotions and pretend to be happy. I'm used to it, so it's not a big deal.
I'll go on today and tomorrow and the next day as if it were normal, and Harry and I are still just best pals just like always.
But inside I want it to be oh so much more.
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"Annabel Jean! It's six thirty! Time to wake up!" my mum yelled from downstairs. The smell of sausage lingered throughout my room. I stretched and yawned, awaking from my deep sleep dreaming about someone I'm sure you can think of.
"I'm up!" I hollered back. I was so thankful it was finally Friday. I tiptoed to the bathroom to empty my bladder and take a shower. I began the water setting it to the perfect temperature. I put my iPod on shuffle and the first song that came on was A Drop In The Ocean by Ron Pope. What a coincidence.
