Ever since, New York [h.s] AU

48 || SLEEPOVER

It seemed as though as much time Harry and I spent together, the more and more closer we became. I almost forgot how it was to have long conversations with him about... anything really.

We enjoyed sulking ourselves into conspiracy theories about aliens as we stared up at the night sky from my open window. We risked ourselves getting sick, but he would always make us a hot cup of hot chocolate while we looked up to the sky.

We would go to the old theater we'd always used to go to as kids, seeing as no one really went there. Most of the people go to the new theater in the mall so that was a perfect opportunity for Harry and I to be out in public.

I had forgotten how dedicated we both were to that theater that when we went inside, behind one of the maroon chairs was Harry and I's names carved into it with the date.

2/1/07

The day of his 13th birthday. I remember I scrapped up enough money so that I could bring him to watch a movie and then we'd go to McDonald's afterwords.

When I recalled the story to him, he said it was the best birthday he ever had.

After that, it got a bit weird.

We sort of stared at each other for a few moments long, almost like when he kissed me and it brought all those memories back. I know I fight with myself a lot over this, but if I keep doing that I know I will drive myself crazy one day.

Those thoughts I've been having have lead me down a annoying spiral of a weirdly developed crush/mere attraction towards Harry. I hated admitting that to myself but it was the truth and I honestly don't know how to handle it.

I knew I couldn't say anything to him for obvious reasons, the first one being that I'm with Ben. The second was the most obvious one of all; He's my best friend.

I know we kissed, but that was a mistake.

I just want to scream, I cannot keep fighting myself over the same thing.

Point being, I have a crush on him and thinking about it had lead me to various mental breakdowns. Whenever I see him, the thoughts come crawling back and I find anything that he does incredibly alluring.

I always found myself bringing Ben up in our conversations, and now I think Harry might actually like him for me. He doesn't get his name wrong as much, maybe he got a sudden laziness of being annoying and started learning his real name.

Or maybe I talk about him way too much.

I've made pro's and con's on both of them, as much as I hate to say, to hopefully make this weird crush on Harry go away.

Ben - Pro's.
Handsome, a great listener, respectful, career driven
Con's
Lives far away (though it's too soon to move in)

I couldn't think of anymore con's for Ben. So that leads us to Harry.

Harry - Pro's.
A great best friend, knows how to cheer me up, knows me more than I probably even know myself, absolutely adore his mother and vice versa, hot.
Con's
Famous, too busy, is only home for a short period of time, wild life. Also, he's Harry.

I groan, my head hitting the pillow with a soft thud whilst my phone rang and when I look at the caller ID, it's none other than Harry.

"Hello?" I say into the phone once I recollect myself.

"So all of my furniture is at my new house except for my bed, which is ironic since it's the first thing I asked them to bring in." He says. "You know I have a thing with sleeping on couches, do you mind if I come over?"

"To sleep? Harry where do you think you'll be sleeping?" I say with a small smile.

"On the bed." He says matter of factly. "We can have a sleepover, you know? For old times sake." I can hear the grin in his voice.

"We have not had a sleepover since ages ago, I think we're a little too grown for that." I remark.

"Never too grown to have a sleepover with your best friend." I don't know why, but him saying that out loud made me feel emotional. Maybe I was about to start my period, I was definitely not ready for that but I guess if he's sleeping over I might as well take advantage this time.

"Fine, but you're in charge of the snacks."

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"I can't believe I'm painting Harry Style's nails!" I mock, carefully finishing off his pinky. "I feel like I've been preparing for this my whole life, definitely an accomplishment."

"Shut up." He says with a grin, inspecting his nails. They were a light lavender color while mine were light pink, courtesy of Harry's shaky hands while doing them.

I'll just have to redo them myself.

I close the top while looking at the movie that was playing before us on my television. We were situated on my bed and had been doing so all day since he came over, watching movies and tv shows.

"So," he speaks after a while of just the sound of the telly. "There's this award show that I'm supposed to attend to in a couple of weeks and I've been nominated for a few." He says while waving his hands in order to get them to dry faster.

"Sounds like fun?" I say in almost a question. I usually enjoy watching them on television myself when they're live.

"The thing was, I was supposed to go with Kendall before any of this happened," I mouth an oh making him let out a small snort. "Anyways, do you think you can go with? My mum has this trip she's going to so she won't be able to go."

Something smells like Anne just made an excuse to get him to take me. "Do you think that'll be okay? I mean, I was the reason for your failed marriage after all." I point out.

"It'll be fine, what could happen?" He says with a small smile. "You'll be there, I'll be there. We'll look out for each other."

I guess that would be okay. I still didn't know how to feel knowing my face was plastered all over the internet as a home wrecker, and I certainly didn't know how to feel knowing that there'd be even more pictures of Harry and I on that day after the scandal.

But I will be there for him since apparently Anne will be busy on that particular day.