I was her friend.

I was her friend.

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Harry Styles
I climbed the hill away from my battle one last time. The last time I'd be coming home because I was here to stay. Was I ready to find out my best friend that supported me had gone missing and turned famous..? Maybe just a little, but I knew it was her dream, so why should I have been? I found out that my old house had been bought by a quiet man with brown curls and green eyes, therefore I had nowhere to live anymore, until the little old woman who cleaned the house offered me a spare room in my old house, that spare room was my best friends old room, I soon fell in love with the mysterious man with brown curls and green eyes, and he with me. I still wanted to see my best friend after all this time, maybe she wouldn't recognise me? But she would of course, that's just silly. This is the story about how I, Angel and him, Harry Styles fell for each other after hating one another. Note: I'll either update on a Sunday or Tuesday depending on my mood. Also I'll only continue writing if enough people like it.
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WARNING: This fanfic may be triggering. He was the one; I didn't realize it till now...till he was gone. My best friend Niall Horan has always been the smiley, laughing, care free kind of guy, but then I noticed something about him. Scars started to appear on his arms, more and more every week. And I noticed that the funny, care free boy I used to know, changed. His smile started to fade, and he did along with it. I did manage to help him, for a while he was clean. But he still wasn't happy. I never asked why he did it; I thought it was too personal. But I always wondered why? Why would he do that to himself? He was so handsome, and funny, I would even say perfect. And it wasn't until now, that I noticed how much I really loved him. I did anything for him, I got anything for him, I just wanted to see my friend happy again. The crazy thing was, he needed me to be there for him, but in reality I needed him to help me. I guess it wasn't enough, because one day everything in my life changed. This is the story of how I lost my best friend and the first boy I've loved. -end of prologue-

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