Chapter 6

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He then lets go of my waist and puts his hands in his pockets.

“Anything babe, what’s on your mind?” he looks slightly worried as he examines my face closely.

I sit down on the couch and he follows.

“What are we doing Harry.” I blurted out.

“What do you mean? We’re hanging out. Like friends.” he shrugs and just looks at me. All non chalantly.

This is what I least wanted him to say. I felt my heart drop. Friends? Really?

“Harry we’ve kissed. And I’m sorry if this is just me, but kissing isn’t exactly something ‘friends’ do.” you can tell in my voice that I’m getting frustrated.

He just looks down, confused, almost sad. After what feels like a long silence he mumbles,

“I didn’t know you felt that way.”

“Well I do Harry, I don’t know what to tell you. I’ve liked you since I first talked to you. And I thought I made it obvious. But after you said all we’ve been doing is hanging out, it’s pretty clear you haven’t gotten the hint yet.” I hear my voice quiver towards the end and I realize I’m about to start crying.

“It’s just… This is more complicated than you think.” he finally looks up at me, he looks so sincere, and honest, but all I can think about is the word “friends.”

“It doesn’t have to be complicated. I don’t care if we have to keep our relationship a secret I just want to know if you’d WANT one. I thought you did, but I guess I was wrong.” I look down. I could feel my cheeks burning and tears about to stream down my face. I stopped the urge to cry by telling myself I had more dignity than that. It’s Harry Styles, I’m not surprised all he wanted out of me was a fling.

He checks his watch and looks over at me.

“I have to make a call.” He gets up and goes to get his phone. I can’t believe this kid, can’t he see I’m on the verge of tears.

“Yeah and I have to go find someone who gives a fuck about me.” I stand up quickly and start to leave before I feel his grip on my hand,

“Wait. Don’t leave.”

He turns me around and wipes the tears off my face with his thumbs.

“Trust me when I say once I make this phone call we can continue talking ok babe?”

I look at him confused, but sit down. No matter how much pride I have I don’t want to lose Harry.

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