Genuinely Yours (Harry Styles)

Chapter Three: Taking Things Slow

A/N: hey guys! i'm so sorry i haven't updated in forever. SCHOOL. well i hope this is long enough to make up for it! i thought of an idea for a new Niall fanfiction and i really like it so far so.. we'll see. lol. THE VMA'S ARE TONIGHT. i'm so excited you don't even know.. oh god. well, enjoy! don't forget to like, vote, and comment! your feedback means a lot. :) - bea

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- Jenessa -

"Harry?.." He was standing right there. My old best friend was standing right there. My old best friend that completely forgot about me. My old best friend that I cried weeks for. My old best friend that caused me pain. 

I have to admit, I was extremely happy to see him. I missed him. More than a lot. But I can't think of him without that feeling of hatred.

The boys and Simon just sat there confused.

"Wait, you two have had a history together?" Simon asked, trying to clear things up.

"Best friends.." Harry nodded slowly, not taking his gaze away from me.

"Um.. yes.. we.. we used to be best friends.." I stuttered, fighting off the tears threatening to pour down at any second. Harry opened his mouth to say more, but I interrupted him. This isn't the best way to start my life here, but I couldn't just stand there and cry.

"I'm sorry, please excuse me." I pushed my chair back and my fasting walking suddenly turned into a run back to my room, the tears falling hard. How can he still call us "best friends"? If I'm right, I'm pretty sure best friends aren't supposed to forget about each other like that. And he forgot about me. He ignored my calls, he ignored my texts. He didn't try to contact me once, ever since he left for his audition. I've watched him on the show, but i stopped after I saw he got voted off by the judges. As soon as they announced that Harry wasn't going through boot camp, i turned off the TV and stopped watching the show. They were stupid to not pass him through. But Harry didn't come back home. I didn't hear from him after that. Ever since I lost him, I didn't only lose my trust in him, but in others too. I found it hard to believe when people tried to be friends with me. I found it hard to believe when people asked for my trust. I pushed people away from me. That's how hard Harry affected me. I loved him, a lot. Of course, he didn't know that. You would've thought it was a cliché, "best friends fall in love and have a happy ever after" relationship; but it wasn't. He only thought of me as his best friend. The girls he dated obviously got me upset, but I let him do what he wanted. The thing was, he was a big player. He would date a girl for a week, then move on to the next. That was what he was basically known for at school. I was the only one who gave him a chance. I was right to do that, because underneath his popular reputation, he was actually an amazing person. He cared about his family and people he loved so much. He'd change all of his plans just to be there for you. I guess he changed. He obviously became some kind of famous. I mean, he's living in Simon Cowell's freaking house. I would have never thought that the fame would've gotten to his head. Unfortunately I was wrong.

I barged into my room, closed the door, and ran into the bathroom. I inhaled and exhaled, trying to catch my breath.

I can't stand that I was seeing him for the first time in years, and he acted like nothing changed. It hurts that none of those years I was a part of his life probably meant nothing to him.

*Flashback To 4 Years Ago*

"I promise!" he gave me a pride smile, showing his confidence.

"I don't know Harry. Promise is a big word."

"So you're telling me you don't trust your own best friend? Well. I see how it is." Harry pouted and turned his head away jokingly.