Fuck buddies ( Harry Styles )

|| Harry ||

( grab some tissues people as this is the final chapter )

HARRY'S P.O.V

I knock on the door before slipping my hands into my pockets. After a few minutes the door swings open to a half-sleep and half-naked dumbass.

"Dude I thought you were going to get that tattoo in like an hour," I say shut the door behind me

"Yea I canceled it, I got fucked up last night and slept in too long." He says scratching his head

I walk behind him as we walk into the living room. I look around the table and spot a bunch of wrappers, empty beer bottles, two roaches, an empty box of pizzas, and a bowl.

"Yea I can see that," I say picking up an empty bag

My eyes widen at an envelope with my name on it.

"Um, were you with someone?" I ask picking it up

"Yea Mel came over. We hung out till like two in the morning." He says causing me to turn around and face him

"Why?"

"Well, she's leaving for LA and-"

"Yea but that's in a week," I add looking down at the envelope

"Harry, she's leaving today." He says causing me to snap my head up

I stare at his face to see if he's bullshitting me. There's no way she would leave without telling me or saying goodbye. Yea we've been through hell but I love her.

"When?" I ask

"We'll her flight is at noon." He says as I pull my phone out of my pocket

10:12 AM

If I leave now I can make it to see her. I'm at Derek's meaning her house is about fifteen minutes away if I speed and the airport is thirty minutes from her house. They'll probably leave at like eleven so she has enough time to get there and shit right?

I can make it.

"I have to go, you know that right?" I say looking up at him

"Dude, " He says looking at me and then down at the envelope "you should read that before you go. It's a letter that she wrote, for you."

"Thanks," I say walking out of his house and getting into my car.

I sit for a minute before looking at the envelope. I flip it around and cut the piece of tape off, opening it. I take the paper out and notice the lengthy paragraph written in her neat handwriting. I trace my finger over what I can assume are dried tears. I take a deep breath before I start to read it.

Harry,

I've been doing a lot of thinking, which isn't anything new, but it's made me realize a lot. You deserve to know how I feel since you made yourself clear, but I couldn't do it in person.

I want to start with I'm sorry. I don't know if I've said it but I am. The past four years that I have known you have been nothing but incredible. Even with all the fucked up shit, I don't regret anything. Why did we think a friends with benefits agreement would be just that?

I was mad about that for a while, the whole point of no-strings sex was to stop drinking, and then we both ended up drinking a lot in the end. I barely knew who you were before we got into bed together and I think that's where we went wrong. But over time I realized one thing throughout it all,