Unforgettable

17.

"The only thing different, the only thing new

I've got these little things, she's got you

I've got your memory, or has it got me
I really don't know, but I know it won't let me be"

Song: She's Got You - Patsy Cline

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December 1st - Two Months Later

Harry's P.O.V.

"So are you going to tell me why you dragged me to this pizza place like we were on a secret mission?" Finn asks.

I look up to him from my bowl of salad, rolling my lips inside my mouth "I'm planning something for Joey for Christmas, but I need some help and I'm running out of time"

Finn takes a bite from his pizza, wiggling his brows "Oh I love surprises, I'm so in"

I push my food around with my fork, anxious about the idea I've come up with "I'm worried she won't like it" I confess.

Finn pauses his chewing, raising his brows at me "You could literally give her a bag of shit with a bow on it and she'd think it was the best thing in the world"

I smile shyly "You really think so?"

Finn shakes his head at me in disbelief "You're so pretty yet so painfully stupid"

"Oh piss off" I scowl, stabbing my fork into my salad and shoving it in my mouth.

"So what do you need my help with?" he asks with a grin.

"I need a computer" I explain "I have everything else I need, just not that, and I can't ask to use Joeys in case she finds out"

Finn nods, looking at me suspiciously "You can use the one in my home office, what are you doing for her exactly?"

I avert my eyes from his, letting out a sigh "Just something I hope shows her how special she is to me"

"uh huh" Finn hums, smiling to himself taking another bite of his pizza.

I feel physically sick over doing this, I've never done something like this for someone before, I'm terrified she's going to think it's stupid.

I can't help that I'm a hopeless romantic as heart, but I feel both relieved and gutted she will only see it as a friendly gesture from the dumb british kid she's let move into her life.

I pick up my glass of water, trying to get rid of the dry taste in my mouth from the anxiety lodged in my throat.

Finn wipes his mouth with a napkin, resting his elbows on the table, placing his hands flat together and pressing them to his lips.

"So" he says with a sly look "When were you going to tell Joey you're in love with her?"

I choke on my drink, spraying it onto the table as all the colour drains from my face.

"What did you just say?" I cough, gaping at Finn as he bursts out a laugh at me choking.

"Did I stutter?" he asks raising his brows, lowering his eyes at me with a knowing look.

"I'm - I don't, look Joey is just my friend" I fumble out in panic.

I know how I feel about Joey, but it's something I've worked very hard to keep pushed far far away. She can never be more than a friend to me, and I've accepted that.