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67.

Ariana

I shook nervously as I typed out a message to him.

i'm so sorry, harry. i didn't know it'd cause such trouble. i'm sorry. i thought it was a great joke and i'm so wrong, i know that now.

Even though I'm nervous, I still hit the button send. It says 'Typing...' so I wait.

The thing is, it's not funny. You don't know how little things like that could ruin me. Now they think of me as a womanizer again.

I was about to reply when another message popped up.

Don't you understand?  We're just best friends so don't ever pull out jokes like that again. Best friends don't do that to each other. You can't just do that, got it?

My heart clenched and tears start forming in my eyes. Best friends. He's right. That's exactly what we are.

haz, you're right, im sorry ok? i promise not to pull shits like that again on u, best friend.

I bitterly scoffed in anger. After all these flirting and sweet things he said, I'm just a best friend? What the actual fuck is wrong with him? As seconds passes, I feel the anger radiating through my body.

Angrily, I typed out another message.

you know what? u are such a fckin narcissist, too far up ur own ass, u didn't see how much in love i am with you. stupid dick, now that u said we're best friends and not lovers, i could care less about people calling u a womanizer. it seems like it to me. u think im stupid? i know you've been seeing that kendie bitch again, u dickface fuckweed. best friends don't insult someone who was trying to be their best friend's boyfriend like you did pete. best friends don't get all defensive when a guy is trying to get into the other's pants. if you can't recall, lemme tell u what. u are my best friend too then. u ain't that cool, you bastard

I almost hit send but stop myself immediately.

"Damn, sister mad." I heard Bella said. I turned to her and glare, hard.

"Shut it, Bels." I sighed. Like me, she also plopped herself on the bed, ass up.

"Why you mad, bro?" She smiled, sheepishly. Again, I sighed.

"Harry." Was all I said. Bella looked at me weirdly.

"What's up with him?"

I groaned, feeling too lazy to explain, but I did anyway. "You know about that babygirl thing, right?" I asked. She nodded. "He's mad at me. Yes, I know what I did was wrong and I apologized for it, but then he had to go and said things about me being his best friend and best friend only." I rambled, scoffing every now and then.

Bella looks at me then shook her head.

"Alright, pussy. First of, you better delete that message right now before you accidentally hit send. Knowing you, you probably would do that. Second, give me that phone and let me talk to him. I'll get him to forgive you, just trust me." She said, smiling assuringly. I hesitate, but delete the whole text anyway, before passing the phone to her.

"Don't fuck it up like it hasn't been fucked enough, okay?" I warned and she laughed, softly punching my arm.

"I promise. Trust me." I nodded in approval.