Falling For You

-X-

Lovely Drew above ^ 

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Andrew 

Ugh I fucking hate that guy, what nerve he has. 

How dare he treat her as if she's a game? 

These were the lovely thoughts that had consumed my head for the ride back home. 

I'm pretty sure Harley knew I was holding something back. Ally was way too out of it to attempt to decipher my facial expression, or anything for that matter. 

The minute our unstable best friend shut the door I couldn't hold back. 

"Why were you with Cody?" 

"We bumped into each other." She shrugs. 

Yeah, right. I internally roll my eyes. 

"Then were you dancing with him?" I saw the cunning look he gave me as they started dancing  when she wasn't looking. He's already starting his plan. 

When she bit back an answer rather angrily I was kind of surprised. 

Why does it matter? I rhetorically ask myself. It matters a lot in fact. 

I've always hated fighting, physically but mostly verbally. Resulting in being called a wuss numerous times then too. 

One of the the rare times, I remember I punched a kid in fourth grade though, I was absolutely furious. 

Gotta love being a nine year old. When shit was easy. 

Of course the reason led back to Harley, everything leads back to that girl I'm lucky to know. 

*FLASHBACK* 

Andrew

(9 years old)

When the bell finally sound its chimes for recess we all rush outside. The sun is very bright and warm making it rather bright out. 

Ally somehow convinced Harley to wear a dress today, the brightest blue matching her shining eyes. She's practically the brightest thing in the yard, except for the hot ball of fire in the sky. 

"Drew, I'll race you to the monkey bars!" Harley looks over her shoulder at me before running off.  She needed the head start, I almost always was faster. 

"Hey wait for me!" Doesn't mean she needs to know I sometimes let her win. 

Ally follows us too but much slower, getting lost in the other kids running around and playing games. Our favourite hangout spot is the monkey bars, they spiral up and down which makes comfy seats on top. 

By the time I reach the blue and yellow bars Harley is sitting proudly on top. 

Grinning widely she looks down at me. "Drew you are getting slow, football players need to run fast!" I love playing football, my dream is to make it into the professional league one day. 

I quickly climb up and sit across from her. Ally follows me soon after and goes beside Harls. The teachers never really supervise recess so they don't notice us up here. 

The bell rings again ending recess and we make our way down carefully. Ally has no problem getting off but when Harley goes a big gust of wind blows, pushing up her flowy dress. Almost immediately a group of boys in our class start laughing, mostly just Zane though. 

"Hey Harley, nice underwear you have!" He laughs loudly. "Green suits you very well!" The others keep cackling with him making Harley more and more embarrassed. 

"Come on Harley, just ignore him." With wet eyes and red face she turns to come with Ally and I. 

Until the idiot speaks again. "Ooh Harley are you running away? What a baby!" When the crowd starts chanting baby over and over that's when I lose it. 

Charging over to where stood Zane smugly I look him straight in the eyes, narrowing my own. "Don't call her that." He was about to say something but I swing my fisted hand into his face as hard as I can. Nobody gets to be mean to Harley. I don't even feel sorry when I see him bent over crying with a bloody nose. 

"Andrew!" One of our teachers shrills angrily. "Come to the principal's office right this minute young man!" And everything goes down hill from here. 

*PRESENT*

To this day I still don't regret my rash decision earning a detention. My parents weren't the happiest, well I guess more my mother. My father was the typical dad, proud that at the age of nine I could pack a punch. Sadly Zane recovered quickly with no broken bones. 

It's difficult not just spilling the reason why Harley can't be around Cody. Especially since it now involves her. 

Keeping secrets are hard as fuck. 

I can understand why she'd throw the fact I was kissing a girl back at me, but I also can't tell her the reasoning behind that. I'm hoping that one of these flings will give me a fraction of what I feel for Harley at least. Then I'll be able to move on and be the best friend she deserves. 

But will I ever feel anything for another girl in that way? 

No, probably not. 

I'm brought out of my disappointing thoughts when I hear her body shuffle a little, changing into a more comfortable position. 

Favourite part of sleepovers, getting to hold her in my arms. 

As cheesy and stupid as it sounds, we're like a jigsaw puzzle. Our bodies fit perfectly in each other's curves. 

If only she reciprocated, I sigh quietly. 

I've seen the way my parents and many other couples look at each other, Harley doesn't give me that look. The look that you can physically see the love pouring out. The look that when two lovers share eye contact it's almost as if it's only them in the room. 

Telling her now how I feel would only complicate the matter. She'd either be so weirded out and not want to be friends anymore, or, try to convey the same feelings but not having it real. That's what I never want to happen, either of those. But more so her having to fake her feelings on my behalf. 

Before letting the sleepiness take over completely I press a feather light kiss to Harley's forehead. Her gentle intake and outake of air fans over my neck lulling me. 

I really hope she'll understand not knowing is for her own safety.