My best friend... h.s

9

Retrospect - The Vistas

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What the fuck.

Harry snatched the phone from my hands, reading over the text, then his eyes widened. He paused for a couple of seconds before hurt covered his face as he tossed my phone beside me.

"You didn't tell him about me?" He said quietly, showing the pain in his voice.

"I didn't think there was anything to tell." I replied, half truthfully. I knew that telling Luke about mine and Harry's moments would be pointless, as that's all they were. Just moments that we shared being slightly more than friends. It would just cause aggravation. But I didn't tell Luke that Harry was a huge part of my life, why? I don't know, maybe I thought he would ask to many questions, or get jealous, or something.

"You didn't think our friendship was valuable enough to tell your boyfriend?" He said, sounding almost mocking.

"No Harry, it's not like that. I just didn't want him to think there was something between us. I didn't want any problems between us all if we all met up together." I said, shaking my head at Harry to convince him this was the reason. He shook his head at me, seeming to be in disbelief.

"I think I'd better leave, Florence. Tell your mum I'm sorry." He said, getting his jumper and standing up from my bed. For the second time that day I reached out to grab his hand and pull him back to try and reason with him, but he snatched it away before storming out of the room. I ran down the stairs after him, only to be met with a slammed door once he had left out of the front door.

I stopped and let out the breath I didn't know I was holding. I turned around and slid my back down the door to sit on the floor. Bringing my knees up to my chest, I rested my head on them and let out another shaky sigh. I felt a presence sit beside me, but I didn't look up because it was probably just my mum, here to comfort me even though she had no clue what was going on.

"You know, I always thought you would end up with him." A deep voice spoke next to me. I looked up at my brother and smiled, liking that he was here and not my mum. Jason always cared about me, even when he didn't show it. "I prefer Harry to Luke. He's a twat if you ask me." I glared at him, making sure he realised that this wasn't making me feel any better. He saw me glare at him through my glassy red eyes. "Oh, come on, Flo! You know Harry always treated you better than Luke ever has. Harry always put you first over everything, but there have been countless times where Luke has run out on you to hang out with mates, and don't you deny that because your room is just above mine and I can hear you cry when he leaves." He let out, looking as if he had wanted to say this for a while.

"You can really hear me cry when he leaves?" I asked, my mind immediately going to other things he hears when I'm with Luke in my room.

"Yes, little sister. It breaks my heart but I never would want to annoy you if I presumed you were crying over something and you weren't, especially a touchy subject like a boyfriend." I smiled again, and sniffled which made Jason nudge me. "Why are you crying anyway? Which bitch needs a slap?" He said seriously, making me laugh. His threat didn't hang lightly though, I knew what he was capable of.

"I was curled up with Harry, and I got a text from Luke." I showed him the text, to which he nodded at, but looked annoyed with the information it displayed.

"And were you...?"

"No! Well, we had a few 'moments', but that's all they were." I said, telling him what I thought was the absolute truth.

"Ok, well just tell him that then. He should understand if he loves you. But tell him to stop using Harry's full name. It's weird." I groaned at him, hoping he wouldn't notice that.