Runaway ( A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 10: Let's Talk

"Can we just talk? Can we just talk?
Figure out where we're goin'"

So...here we are, sat opposite each other, waiting...just staring.

It feels as though we're waiting for this big revelation but in all honesty, I have a feeling that I know what he's going to say. That doesn't mean that it isn't going to hurt my feelings any less. A few moments have passed by with both of us just staring into space. I can't get over how awkward it is between us. Ever since Harry and I met all those years ago, there was never, not even one, awkward moment between us because we always had something to talk about, whether it be serious topics or random things like what would we wear if we ever went to Abbey Road together? Or what would we say to Liam Gallagher if we ever met him?

Not Noel though. He's a total douche.

By the look on Harry's face, I can tell that he felt the same way about the awkward tension.

The silence was suffocating and the awkwardness in the air made my skin crawl. I couldn't take it anymore. "Harry? Are you going to say something or are we going to sit here and stare at each other all day? Don't get me wrong, I'd be down for that but my butt is kind of starting to cramp."

A ghost of his cute dimpled smile that I miss so much comes out but when he sees the seriousness of my face, it instantly goes back into hiding. I didn't mean to seem so harsh with him but I couldn't help the fact that it's now become habit. It pained a little to know that all I wanted was to see his smile again yet I was the one preventing him from showing it.

That smile though. While it was short-lived, it reminded me of something that I used to freak out about a couple years ago.

Oh my God, I've got a crush on Harry Styles!

Hearing that now seems so insignificant because of the millions of the female population saying that on a daily. Maybe some of the male too, I wouldn't doubt it. Point is, back then, saying those words were a big deal to me and now it feels like it's meaning is completely lost. I bet he's heard people say that to him so many times now.

He clears his throat, trying to find the words for whatever he has to say. I don't know why he's making such an effort though. He and I both know why our friendship took a backseat in our lives. I've imagined the day when we'd be reunited again so many times in my lowest moments because it was the only thing that kept me going. I fantasied about everything, from how we'd meet to what we'd say to each other.

And maybe that's all they were. Fantasies.

Because right now, I feel like I'm looking at a shell of my best friend. And maybe he feels that way about me too. So what's the point of forcing something that probably was better off left alone.

"Your erm...you are....uh your hair looks nice," he says nervously.

In my head, I scoff. Nice? The audacity! Dude my hair looks phenomenal. End of discussion.

To him, I smile slightly, accepting his 'compliment'.

He was stalling and he knew it but it was starting to get to me. Eating away at my chest, chipping away at my heart. I wanted to hear him out. I do. Even when I already knew what he was going to say. But if you're going to rip someone's heart out, at least make haste with it and put them out of their misery. Not drawl it out painfully slow.

That's just torture.

"Harry, I really don't have all day. Can we please just get this over with? You insisted on having this conversation so manos a la obra." I say, trying to get him to hurry up.