So here I was. Sitting on Harry's bed as he sat next to me nervously playing with his hands. We've been here for 5 minutes and we've barely said anything.
"So..." Harry mumbles his voice slightly shaking.
"So.. What did you have to tell me?" I ask quietly, smiling at how nervous he looks right now with his head down and curls sprawled out across his forehead. It looked almost like he was thinking about something.
"Oh..yeah...erm...about that.." He trails off finally looking at me. "I'm not sure why I kissed you. I mean I know because you're b-beautiful but I'm not sure why I did it."
My heart immediately sinks in to my stomach. I guess the hopes I had for him to apologize and maybe say he has feelings for me too has pretty well vanished.
"Oh.." I say plainly, my blue eyes scanning the hard wood floor.
"But I had you come over because I wanted to say sorry for kissing you and leaving. I guess I just didn't want to send you mixed signals."
Well you failed at that.
"Okay..uh..it's fine." I speak softly trying to build up the courage for the question I'm about to ask.
"Harry?" I say a little louder this time. Admiring at how fast he turns his head to look at me again, his green eyes glimmering as his curls move slightly.
"Yeah Brooklyn?" He smiles warmly showing his dimples.
"Do y-you...maybe...like me?" I stutter, cheeks immediately turning pink from the question.
His eyebrows furrow as he looks at his fingers that are nervously playing with each other. And the next words that fall out of his pink lips, have my eyes brimming with tears.
Harry's Point Of View
Yes, Yes of course I do, how could I not.
"No. I mean as a friend yes. You're great, but I'm not ready to settle down."
I lie. Lie to the girl I like, all because of my past and how I am. I am no angel, but that's what she deserves. The very best. Someone that gives her everything she needs and wants. But as of now I have decided to remain friends and silently protect her. If anyone messes with her, I'll be there.
I guess if I can't be her perfect angel, I might as well be her guardian angel..right?
"Okay.." I can tell in her face that she's a little hurt. And that makes me so mad at myself and what I got myself in to before.
"So that's it. We'll be friends." she looks up at me with what looks like watery eyes. Smiling slightly, obviously trying to hide the hurt I've caused.
"Yeah.. Friends." I mumble. Mentally slapping myself for being so short.
"Okay then. We'll be friends" she smiles as she walks over to my night stand and picks up the remote to my TV. The screen instantly brightens up hurting my eyes, showing some sitcom from the 90's.
I immediately realize which sitcom it is. "Friends"...oh the irony.
She shuffles back to the bed, this time laying down and turning to the television to watch.
"Well? Are you gonna sit there or watch this with me....friend." She smirks playfully.
And at this moment, I instantly regret saying no to her question just moments before.
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The Dark Angel (Harry Styles Fanfic)
Fanfiction"He was a boy you could look at with both love and hate. A boy so dark yet so beautiful. So brilliant, yet so simple. He was the kind of boy people went crazy just trying to figure him out. Everyone except her"
