My best friend... h.s

12

In The Morning - The Coral

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We got back to Harry's house, which I was glad about as as soon as we had gone out, the sun had gone in, letting my unprotected legs become very cold. As soon as we walked through the door goosebumps covered my skin in appreciation of the sudden warmth. I shivered, happy to be back in the warmth. I hated England in August. One minute it was blazing hot and the next it felt as if it could snow. We walked up the stairs again to Harry's room, and I borrowed a jumper from him, even though I already had one on, I got me warm much quicker.

"So, Florence." Harry started, reclining on his bed on top of the neatly stacked pillows.

"So, Harry." I replied, sitting down crossed legged next to him, my elbows resting on my knees and my chin on the back of my hand. I looked at him with raised eyebrows.

"What else did you and Luke do? He can't have been over at your house for three hours and you only said that we were never a thing." He said, stiffly, as if he were annoyed about something. I frowned at him.

"Just because the conversation was about you, it doesn't mean we had to spend the entirety of our time together talking about you. God, who knew you were so narcissistic?" I joked, cracking a smile, only to find him looking at me with a hurt look in his eyes, before he looked down at his hands. "Harry, you know I'm only joking. I don't see you that way and you know it. Please, Harry, don't shut me out." I looked at him pleadingly. What felt like an eternity later, he brought his gaze from his hands and then focused back on me.

"Can I ask you something? And you promise you won't get offended?" He asked, looking hopeful but also sad.

"Of course, depends what it is though." I said in a teasing stern voice.

"Would you ever go to TMZ or something? Like if I really hurt you?" I was stunned. I can't believe he just asked me if I would sell him out. I was very offended. I could tell by the way he was looking at me that my face also showed how offended I was.

"You really think, your best friend, for numerous years, would sell you out? I can't believe you." I said, blinking back the tears.

"No, Florence, not that way. I have to ask, my management always make me ask everyone. I swear Florence, I even had to ask my sister." I gasped, knowing how hard that must have been for him. Him and Gemma were so close, and even if he did the worst thing possible to her, she would never do that to Harry.

"Why Harry? Don't they judge your judgement of who you trust?" I said, feeling at a loss for him.

"Clearly not. Anyway, let's just forget this conversation ever happened. I know you would never do that to me. I trust you Florence, with my entire life." I looked at him, shocked. I didn't know why, but those words had made me feel the same feeling in my stomach as when he kissed me the other day. I noticed he was no longer relaxed, but sitting up at attention, his face gently leaning in towards mine. I looked between his crystal green eyes, seeing the smirk that was plastered all over his face. His eyes flickered between my own and somewhere lower on my face. Oh. Oh. I pulled my head back sharply, not allowing what happened the other day to repeat itself.

"Harry," I whispered, breathily, knowing he was still close to my face. "What are you doing?"

"I don't know, what my hormones are screaming at me to do." He said, another smirk crossing his features. I shook my head, putting my hand on his chest to create some distance between us. I let out a nervous giggle and repositioned myself on his bed. He must have noticed my awkwardness, so cleared his throat before completely moving and speaking.

"So, movie?" He said, trying to clear some of the thick tension between us.

"Only if you let me choose." I said, a grin on my lips as I saw him mentally groan. He grabbed my hand and pulled me out of his his room.