Just Friends

2.

It was as if Harry hated the idea of us friends. Did he not want to be my friend anymore? His tone was harsh and short. His emotions give such a cold vibe towards me. The waiter came back with our food and laid it in front of us. I glanced at the brunette in front of me, and he looked more upset than ever. Have I said something to him? Seeing him this hurt almost made me hurt. I sighed and fiddled with my thumbs.

The night was going well so far, until Harry kinda shut me out. I put on a saddened expression and awaited any feedback from him. He began to eat his burger and fries while I ate. Honestly, I lost my appetite after snapping at Harry. Maybe I shouldn't have said that. Did it bother him that we're just friends? I mean, that's all he could ever want with me. I'm so dull and boring, how could anyone want to be with me?

Harry Styles does not date girls like me, or rather any girl. He hasn't dated a proper girlfriend throughout high school so far. But girls were all over him. At parties girls would literally throw themselves at him, pushing boobs and butts out. He brushed them of his shoulder as if they weren't there.

Maybe he's acting this way because I get jealous. I get that way very easily with him. One time, he wrapped his arm around Stella Thompson and I lost my shit at him after the party. I then began to worry I'm becoming a bad friend. I lost my silent treatment act and finally spoke.

"Harry, are you okay?" I asked as I grabbed his hand. He shifted and looked into my eyes. I searched his for some sort of expression, almost like a clue. I wanted to know why he's being off. He sighed and grasped my hand tight. 

"i'm fine. Sorry for earlier, I'll let you talk sometimes." He smiled and I giggled with a response. He joked around with me to lighten the mood. I looked at him again, he grinned at me like he won a prize at the carnival. 

"Hey, no worries H. Wanna crash a party?" 

"Of course, let's go." Harry said as he slapped two 20's on the table. I grabbed Harry's arm and we dashed out of the dingy diner. As we opened the door of the restaurant, the warm and slightly cool summer night air kissed our skin. We walked down the empty parking lot towards his car. We climbed into the car and it shook with the abrupt movements. We rolled the windows down and blasted the radio. Although we don't like the radio and what they put on, we still find ourselves singing along to the cheesy songs. 

We exited the diner and drove up the dark, gloomy street. I leaned my head on the side of the car door, and smiled to myself. I am so thankful to have Harry in my life and I don't think I could ever replace him with anyone, ever. We drove on the local roads now, to see any parties going on. 

On the end of a crowded street, was a party. It was Adian's house and it stood out from the rest of the others. It was practically bouncing with music, flashing with different coloured lights and screams of random people. Harry and I looked at each other and smirked. This was gonna be one hell of a night.

He made a slight U-turn and parked across the street from the house. We slammed the car doors and walked towards the large humble abode. As soon as we approach the front lawn, we encountered a drunk Adian and he chimes with excitement. He opens his mouth to talk then gives us a confused look. He then shrugs and smiles.

"Yo! Harry and Liv! Soooo glad you came! Drinks inside, have fun!" Adian slurred his words. He gave us a sloppy hug and we left him dangling around in the yard. We stepped up the steep stairs; we were holding on for dear life. As soon as we opened the door and walked inside, people noticed us. Chimes of different toned voices echoed in our ears, chanting our names. We smiled and waved at the crowd. Before I could even say anything to Harry, my group of friends pulled me away to dance and drink. I look over my should to see how Harry is doing, but his friends have done the same. Except for dancing, they were casually talking. 

Maybe 40 minutes have gone by, and I was in need of a drink. I brushed contact with everyone in the room. I pushed and plowed through a million people it feels like. I finally made it into the kitchen where a little crowd has gathered. I walked by the fridge and the large marble island in the middle. Underneath the island was the cooler and I bend down to find a water. 

After searching for what seems to be three hours I finally find a bottle of water. I pick myself back up and find Harry kissing a drunk girl. I gasp and he pulls away. I left the kitchen after seeing what I just saw. My stomach dropped and my palms started to sweat. That girl is trash and he's planting his face on hers. She was horrible and drunk but pretty. But then again, I had to remind myself every girl throws themselves at Harry. I felt uneasy, my breathing started to pick up speed. In the background, I hear him call my name but I don't look back. I stormed out of the party and made a beeline for his car. I sit on the hood, trying to remember what just happened. I chug the water bottle, in hope to remove all the feeling of betrayal. 

Should I even be upset? I thought I was more important to him. I felt my insides turn outwards and I feel like I'm going to cry. Why am I going to cry? He's just my best friend anyway. What does it matter? That girl he was kissing was Stella. Fucking Stella Thompson. I was so pissed, why did it have to be her? She was prettier and was perfect for him. I groan in frustration. 

"Oliva, let me explain." I hear Harry plead next to me.