I was at Louis' apartment with the rest of the guys and Eleanor.
The others all walked in, staring at us awkwardly. I slightly giggled at their clueless faces. They all made their way back down to my seats, while Harry sat on my lap.
"Santa, can I have a pony for Christmas?"
"Well, you have to stop squishing me, but either way, you get no pony."
I laughed while pushing him off my lap, hearing him flop on the floor. He stuck his tongue out at me and took the seat next to me, right before Niall could. Niall made a sad face and sat on the floor.
"Harry..." I whined.
"What?" He giggled
"You're pinching me!" I replied while swatting his hand away.
He just laughed and moved his hand away.
"So, who's hungry?"
I heard El ask looking around for a raise of hands, I didn't raise mine. I was the only one who didn't raise my hand, causing everyone to look at me.
"Just, not hungry..."
"Remember, when our mums use to make their own bread, and we would eat it in the tree house?"
I smiled; those days were the best days. Every second Sunday we would cook. I slowly raised the bread up to my mouth, placing it on my tongue.
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Fanfiction"We used to be best friends, but you just forgot about me, but i will never forget about you." Are the words Jessica Smith repeats everyday in her head. She faces the daily challenge of trying to forget her best friend, Harry Styles. It has just cro...
