My best friend... h.s

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Undeveloped film - Frank Turner

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He is my best friend. I can't be, can I? Well I am so that's that. I'm in love with him. Shit, this would ruin our friendship if he knew. God, why did this have to happen? He can never know.

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She is my best friend. I can't be, can I? Well I am so that's that. I'm in love with her. Shit, this would ruin our friendship if she knew. God, why did this have to happen? She can never know.

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4 years ago

"Harry, where are you?" I walked into his house, knowing he would rather me appear than to force him from bed and open the door. He was a lazy, but lovely son of a bitch.

"I'm upstairs Florence, asleep" I walked up to meet him, seeing him lying in bed in his tartan pyjamas bottoms and shirtless. I cocked my head as I looked at his sleepy face and tired eyes. Looking around his room I saw a huge pile of work and textbooks on his desk.

"How late were you up last night?" I asked, sitting next to him and giving him a side hug. He rested his head on my shoulder and sighed quietly, his chocolate, bushy curls brushing my cheek and tickling me.

"About 4am, I decided to go to bed when it started to get light." He admitted, sounding disappointed with himself. He turned his head up to look at me and looked like he had realised something. He put his hand over my head and pulled it down to his shoulder, wrapped his arms around my waist, to pull us out of an awkward side hug so that I was facing him, and pulled me down to the bed so we were hugging and facing each other.

"Harry, I've told you a million times, it's healthier to sleep at a normal time. Have you even looked over your notes? They will basically be a scribble if you were working that late, your brain won't have been functioning properly. You're doing biology, you should know this." He sighed again and turned his gaze to look at the ceiling. He closed is green eyes and breathed slowly through his nose. I looked at him, properly taking his features in. 16 years old, already quite grown up and attractive, although he still had his little chubby cheeks like he did when he was little. I've known him since we were 5, when my parents moved to the Cheshire area, ready for me to start primary school. He had only had his curly hair for about 6 years, but it suited him well and framed his face. I often told him to use a curl cream to get rid of the frizz and make it a prettier curl, but he always told me that that would make him too feminine. About a year ago, he listened to me and let me pick him out a good one. He used it and loved it and hasn't stopped using it since. I smiled at the memory of him asking me to go and get him some more when he knew his mates were in town.

I looked down his body, my cheeks heating when I realised that he still didn't have a shirt on. He was skinny, but he could easily turn it to muscle if he stopped working long enough to pick up the weights in the corner of his room. I looked at his four nipples, remembering that when he first told me he had them, when we were 8, I called him an alien and ran away, making both our parents laugh but Harry cry. I still felt bad, even if he claims he doesn't remember it.

"It's creepy staring at my nipples, you know." He said, making me jump as I had kinda forgotten he was there.

"What, I catch you staring at my boobs a lot, what's the difference?" I looked up at him, raising one of my eyebrows.

"The difference is, my darling Florence, that you are a fully developed, fit, 16 year old girl, and I am a 16 year old boy, meaning I have specific urges that can't be met by staring at my own nipples." He replied sarcastically, giving me his cute smirk that I know a few of my other friends would have died at. Harry and I didn't really hang out together much at school, we had our own group of friends. It always surprised people when I would see him walking down the corridor and run up behind him and jump on his back. No one expected us to be friends, but then no one really knew us like we knew each other. Harry hung around with his band mates and also the football team, because even though he was determined as one of the 'music geeks', he was good looking and a ladies man so he was more like the football team than anyone else. I hung out with my two weird friends, Abigail and Chesca, and we always were together, in every one of our classes. I didn't need anyone else. I had a couple out of school friends, Harry, Abi, Ches and my family. I was happy with who I was with. I didn't need a boyfriend, or to have 800 friends on instagram, or get invited to flash parties all the time. It wasn't me. I like to be alone, or with Harry, curled up watching a film or finding good music. Abi was in love with Harry, and always wanted me to set them up, but I couldn't bear to do it as I knew it would end in her heartbreak and make it really awkward for everyone. Harry thought she was fit, but didn't see anything else in it, so I couldn't put my friend through that. Ches had a boyfriend on the football team, a nice guy called Ben, but they always fought and were on and off. She got bored a lot and wanted to create arguments over nothing. Ben was so head over heels with her that he didn't care and he always worked to get her back, often coming to me and Abi to find out what he could do for her forgiveness. It was the only 'drama' I would get involved in, as I knew it was fake as Ches was in love with him too.

I smiled up at Harry, knowing that face and knowing he would only get annoyed if I tried to prove him wrong. That annoyed me about him. He was somehow always right. I couldn't stand it. The look on his face when he realised that I knew I was wrong was annoying. Realising we were still weirdly hugging, I got up and pulled him out of bed.

"Shower and get dressed and I'll make you some food whilst you do. Then I want to go out." I said, before turning on my heel and walking out of the room. I heard him huff and gather some clothes together so he could get ready after his shower. I went downstairs and rifled through the cupboards. I heard the front door open and looked at my watch 1:36pm, just on time. Harry's mum, Anne, came in from her night shift at the office every day at this time. I heard her puff with her bags as she dumped them in the hall and then she came through to the kitchen, muttering under her breath.

"Hey Anne!" I chirped at her. She looked up at me suddenly and dramatically put her hand over her chest.

"Jesus, Flo, you scared the life out of me!"

"Sorry, Anne" I said whilst giggling. I handed her the cup,of tea I had just made and she took it, looking at me gratefully.

"I swear to god Flo, any man you marry will be a lucky guy." I smiled at her and turned back to the eggs I was cooking for Harry. I had already eaten and done some revision this morning, and I was bored. "Where's Harry, love? I knew he was here when I left this morning, I could hear him snore!" Right on cue, a slightly more awake Harry appeared behind her.

"I don't snore." He simply said, making Anne jump once again.

"I swear, you kids will be the death of me." She said before giving us both a hug and walking out of the kitchen. "I'm going to bed, I'll kill you if you wake me up." Her voice faded as she went upstairs. I gave Harry a look and we both laughed. He ate the eggs I gave him, taking him no time at all the wolf them down.

"So, where are we going?" I grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the house, barely giving him time to grab out coats.

"Like I would tell you!"

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So a little preview into their lives when they were 16, just before they were sitting their final exams (that's what they were revising for). I think I'm going to do about 10 chapters on their lives prior to now so that you can get some intel on their lives pre 1D and all that. Leave comments and vote!!

P.s not abandoning you other story, but I had this idea and wanted to write about it before forgetting about it. Also having writers block on the other story!

Lots of loveeeee xoxox