Harry Styles preferences

~• It hurts •~

Vanessa paced back and fourth around the room, heart beating out of her chest. She had been waiting for Harry for over an hour tops. And was growing a bit impatient. She just wanted to get it over with, let it go, get it out in the air. Finally, her tiny hands clutching to her chest, she hears the door open and close. "Hi," Harry, her best friend, had smiled and said, acting innocent.

As soon as she looked up and saw him, she burst into tears, falling into his arms. It wasn't anything strange, she done this quite a lot these past few months. Dylan, her boyfriend, and her would get into a fight, and she would either call or go over to his place. Normally around 10.

Harry hated this. He hated Dylan, he hated seeing his best friend, who he loved dearly with all his heart, being hurt like this. It broke him, almost as if he was apart of her, connected in a way. He rubbed her back, hoping that it would calm her a little bit, as he whispered sweet things in her ear. Stuff like, "It's okay, your okay. Your beautiful, and talented, and deserve a hell of a lot better." Corny, some may say, but to Vanessa, sweet. She never really had much good things going in her life. Mom died in a plane crash, dad left her and her brother at a very young age, 2 and 3 months old. Her brother had cancer and didn't make it passed twelve. She had nothing, and no one good in her life, except for Harry and Jessie. That's where Dylan comes in. Dylan is the type of guy you would meet at a club, hitting on every girl, drunk of his ass, and doesn't talk to you for the rest of his life. He's the type of guy who wouldn't do anything, change the world, eat lunch with her, call. He's always been that way. Harry on the other hand, he's the type of guy every girl dreams of. He's perfect head to toe, inside and out. He's practically god Jessie, Vanessa's sister says. Dylan and Vanessa actually met at a bar. Vanessa had just lost her brother early on that week, and Dylan was being Dylan. Before she knew it, they were dating. Now Vanessa was shocked. She met guys like him before and she knows how they are, yet she let herself get pulled in. Let herself get heartbroken, let down, over and over again.

"H-Harry." She stutters into his sleeve, getting his sweater wet from the tears. He didn't mind though, he just wanted his best friend happy. It was a routine with them, he knew exactly what time and day she would come over. So he would go shopping get the house stocked up and ready.  Get ready for a movie marathon and waits for the call the next night. He's honestly, hands down, the greatest. If only she could see that. "Shh," he whispered to her, kissing the top of his forehead. "It's going to be okay."

She looked up at him, crying ehatevrr tears she had left. "Then why does it hurt so much?" Harry paused. He didn't know what to say. Well he did, but he couldn't say that to her. At least not that this moment. Trying to think of something fast, and knowledgeable, he says "It hurts because you let it. You don't have to put yourself through this, you know. You don't have to be with a guy like Dylan. He let's you down. You call every night, around 10 pm because of Dylan. That should tell you something. If anything, I'm more of a fucking boyfriend than he is. I've been there for you when you cried, and were was he? At the same damn bar you two met. If you only you could see That." Harry had spat at her. Intentionally he meant for it to sound sweet, but he got mad and fed up. Vanessa was shocked, nonetheless. Harry never lashed out on her. A big part of that was because of want she had been through. So the fact that he even said that, shocked her.

"I-" she backed away, her hand over her mouth.

"I-I should go."