Key to My Heart

Chapter 1

Intro

I was, am and probably always will be just an ordinary girl. I like to consider myself different, but I’m not. The only thing special about me was that Harry Styles was my best friend. Back in grade school I was a complete loser, Harry was the only one to see that there was something special about me and ever since we’ve been best friends. I’ve loved Harry all my life, but I know he thinks of me as just Claire, his best friend.

After his fame we remained best friends, he’s never changed & neither have I. Lately things between us have been different. Things have gone from flirty to a little sexual and I wasn’t sure if he had any feelings for me, but I did so I followed along.

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I woke up next to Harry, who was still asleep in his boxers; we did it for the first time. I felt different; my stomach had butterflies that lurched in every corner of it. My body felt at ease and relaxed, it was a weird feeling. I was a bit light headed, but I felt amazing, like a new person.

Images of the tiny celebration Harry & I were having flash backed in my mind. I looked over to him and memorized his every feature on his face. His beautiful, brown, crisp curls, rosy, soft pink lips, the tiny bits of stubble on his jawline and his beautiful eyes, just as gorgeous when they were closed.

I sighed with a smile and removed his arm from my chest and got up. Suddenly his phone buzzed, I was startled. I tried waking him up, but he moaned and shoved me away. I decided to check his phone, not to be nosy or anything; maybe it was important. I carefully reached over him and picked up his phone and see it’s a text from a girl; he’d never talked about her.

‘Hey baby, I know this is really unromantic of me, but I have the answer to your question. It’s a yes! I’d love to be your girlfriend. Meet me by the lake at 7 today xxx’

My heart dropped my face was so heated I couldn’t feel the tears going down my face. He was seeing another girl, so was I just pass-time? I hated to think this was a friends with benefit kind of situation because then I would’ve felt used. Some of my tears fell down on Harry’s cheek and he woke up wiping them off. “Claire?” He asked confused, “Why’re you crying?” He got up and put his arm around my waist, but I shoved his phone in his face, squirmed out of his arms and walked out of the room, in one of his loose shirts and a pair of shorts.

I searched the kitchen for my keys, I was panicking I didn’t want to ever see his face again. “Claire?” He called out; his voice shaky, I could hear his voice crack up a bit, but I didn’t care it was time for me to leave. “Please don’t walk out on me Claire” I used my sleeve to wipe tears off my face & found my keys sitting on the microwave. He grabbed my wrist and I shook it off. “Why’re you doing this?” He argued, but I didn’t know what to say and walked out, probably forever.

Goodbye Harry.