Best Friends (Harry Styles AU)

Confession

A/N

Just a quick comment: still can't get over Harry in this video! "You're amazing" and his smile literally made my heart melt!!!!! And omg HARRY ARRIVED AT LAX TODAY AND I WAS AT THE GROVE AND I ALMOST HAD A HEART ATTACK!!! SO CLOSE YET SO FREAKING FAR 😭!!!

Well, um, anyway, done fangirling, for now ;)
Enjoy!

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Bella POV

"So how was it?" I ask Harry as we get into the car

"Great" he replies, smiling but not looking at me. Weird

I reach for the radio and put on our favorite band, The 1975. We sing along to Girls for most of the ride, and I drop Harry off at his house.

"Aren't you coming in?" He asks, confused by the fact that I haven't shut off the ignition.

"No, not today, I think I'm going to head over to Eleanor's for a little" i say. We say our goodbyes and I head over to her house

The ride isn't long but it's long enough to have my mind spinning. Do I really want to do thins? I mean yeah it's senior year so might as well but I dont want to ruin anything. What if I loose him instead?

My head is still reeling with thoughts when I pull into Eleanor's driveway. I send El a quick text telling her I'm outside and by the time I reach the front door, it's already open.

"Hey Bella! Come in!" She pipes, "sorry to ask but, why are you here? Shouldn't you be over pat Harry's at this time?"

"Yeah, I know...I just need someone to talk to...can we, you know. Talk?" I ask, suddenly nervous

"What? Of course! Since when can we not?" She asks, seeming slightly offended

I give her a nervous laugh, mumble an "I don't know" and follow her up the stairs.

Eleanor, like most students at LAHSA, is filthy rich. She has two grand staircases that circle the foyer and her room is any girls dream. For starters, it's probably the size of a small ballroom. She has a huge bed with a princess canopy above, a lovely chandelier hanging from the center, windows with a view of the back garden and pool, plus a bathroom with 2 sinks, a shower, a separate tub, a vanity, and a separate room filled from top to bottom with makeup. Still, her favorite part, which I don't blame her one bit, is her closet. The size of an average room, it has about a billion and one pairs of shoes, clothes from all the best designers, and any jersey a girl can ask for. Even still, she often texts me in the morning saying she has nothing to wear. Figures. But I love her.

I take a seat on one of the couches in her rooms and she does the same on the other. We turn on the tv to reruns of The Fosters and watch it for a little until she finally turns to me.

"So, Bells, what's up?" she smiles, "finally let the cat out of the bad?"

"Huh?" I ask, competely confused

"oh, nothing, nothing" she smiles, "so?"

I look her in the eyes, seeing the sincerity behind them. I know i can trust her. I guess Im just scared of what will happen...

I take a deep breath, looking down at my hands and shut my eyes tight

"Okaywellithinkmaybeiminlovewithharryandithinkihavebeenforawhilebutidontknowifhefeelsthesamewayandidontwanttoruinanything" i blurt out and then wince at it

"Woah!Bells" she laughs, "take a deep breath and start again"

I nod and take a deep breath. Here goes nothing...