You and your best friend in the world Harry Styles are sitting in his apartment one night watching tv and having a great time together. You have been in love with Harry for a long time and you finally convinced yourself to let him know.
"Harry.. Can I tell you a secret?"
"Of course!! What's up buttercup??!"
Before you could answer there was a knock on the door.
You heard a perky female voice talking with Harry in a hushed tone. A few moments later Harry made his way back into the living room.
You pull the blanket back for Harry, but he just stands there and starts rubbing his neck awakwardly as he says,
"I was actually wondering (Y/N) if you could...uhm...leave?"
"Excuse you?" You say crossing your arms getting jealous and pissed.
Before he could answer a tanned, perfect, gorgeous, and all around perfect girl walked like a runway model up to Harry and obviously whispered something dirty in his ear as he rubbed her hands all over his pelvis, bit his neck, and then swayed her perfect ass back to his bedroom.
You were furious.
Harry just stared at you like he did nothing wrong.
"So you're ditching your best friend for some whore??"
"She's not a whore!!"
The two of you go back and forth for a while until you both get so mad serious offenses are thrown.
"You know what?! If you weren't so fucking clingy you wouldn't even know about her!!" Harry started raising his voice at you now.
"Clingy..??!!" You say with obvious shock and confusion.
"Yes!! I can't fucking breathe because you're always bugging me about shit!! Why dont you do me a favor and get the fuck out?!!! I'm sick of babysitting such a little shit all the time!!"
You were frozen. You felt your heart shatter into a million pieces and a huge knot develop in your throat. You just stared at him and before you lost control you just whispered, "fine." and started to walk out the door.
You paused at the front door and walked back to the living room to see Harry hadn't moved an inch.
"By the way..." You say to Harry, "The secret is that I'm in love with you. I have been for a long time, but that doesn't matter anymore because you clearly don't want me around anymore. So... Goodbye Harry. Have a nice life." You immediately start chocking up and walk as quickly as you can to the elevators.
You break down crying as hard as you can and the small, awkward, middle aged, chinese man in the elevator stood there unsure of what to do so he just lightly patted your back and said, "There, there. Boys are stupid. I'm sure whatever happened will work to your benefit soon enough." You look over at the man's kind and friendly face and say,
"How do you know I'm crying over a guy??"
"I raised five daughters. I have learned every distinct cry there is."
You smile at him and thank him for his kindness.
He gives you one last piece of advice as you get off the elevator,
"Don't go home and be alone. It'll only make everything that much worse. Go to a friend's house and spend the night. If they're really your friends they'll help you through this. I promise."
"Thank you so much. I really appreciate your help." You say shaking his hand.
"Anytime, dear!" said the sweet, little asian man.
You knew just whose house to go to... You headed straight for Louis Tomlinson's.
