*request: he’s your best friend (that you have feelings for) but one day, he just stops talking to you and cuts off all ties; comes back a couple years later, engaged*
“Harry stop!” you laughed as he held more food to your mouth, pressing it to your lips while you were still chewing.
“But it tastes yummy!” he exclaimed, pulling the fork back slightly.
You rolled your eyes playfully and put your hand over your mouth until you swallowed. When you were done, Harry urged you to have more and you couldn’t say no.
When he dropped you off that evening, everything seemed completely fine.
“I’ll text you tomorrow,” he smiled as you pushed open the car door, grabbing your bag from the back seat.
“Sounds good,” you looked over at him for a moment, getting out of the car. He waved and waited for you to get into your home before driving off.
Taking a deep breath and walked up the stairs and unlocked the door to your apartment. Once you got in and locked the door, you took a moment. You thought tonight was going to be different, that you were going to tell him how you felt, but last minute you took a step back and just spent the night with your best friend.
There was no text the next day. There was no response to yours. There was no texts the day after that or after that. He stopped answering your calls, he didn’t call back, and eventually, your calls stopped going through.
You were left in complete confusion and fear. Your first thought was something had happened, a car accident, something bad. But as weeks past and with nothing publicly out there, you became defeated. Even on Facebook and Instagram, he seemed to disappear off of the face of the planets and you just hoped that he was okay wherever he was.
Two years went by, and day by day, you hoped you would hear something from him, anything. The person who you cared about, who you loved, and on more than a friendly basis, had just picked up and left. It wasn’t like you were locked up in your house, staring at your phone, but every time a notification went off, you hoped to see his name pop up on the screen.
It was July when he came back. Just as suddenly as he had left, he was back. You remembered seeing him at the grocery store, and you couldn’t stop yourself from going up to him.
“Harry,” you said bluntly, loud enough to capture his attention.
He turned around to see who was calling his name and he smiled when he saw you. “Oh my gosh!”
“Really?” you said unimpressed, putting your hands on your hips. “You just pick up and leave for a couple years and that’s all you have to say to me? Oh my gosh?”
“(Y/N)…” his smile faltered.
“What that actual fuck Harry?” You weren’t holding back. All the pent up confusion and sadness and anger was coming out uncontrollably. “You just fucking left! No calls, no texts?? Do you know how upsetting that was? To have my best friend abandon me? What the hell did you do? I thought you got hurt or worse! Did I do something to hurt you? Did I do something to make you mad?? I don’t understand!”
He stayed quiet and let you finish. “I had to go, I’m sorry.”
“That’s all you have to say,” you scoffed out. “Tell me why.”
Harry shook his head and glanced around, turning his attention to a woman who was coming down the aisle.
“I got it babe,” she smiled, putting her food in his cart. “Oh, sorry,” she bit her lip and looked at you.
“No, no, I was just catching up with an old friend,” Harry smiled softly at her. “(Y/N), this is Angela… my fiancé.”
Your heart fell and you tried not to express the sinking feeling on the outside. Fiancé? He was engaged.
“Nice to meet you,” you smiled slightly at her, looking back at him.
He was avoiding your question and your gaze. “We better get going babe, we have dinner with our friends tonight,” she rubbed his arm and looked at the list in her hand.
“Yeah for sure,” he nodded his head and looked back at you. “It was nice seeing you again.”
You didn’t reply and bit your tongue. Shaking your head, you turned around and headed away from them. You were done grocery shopping for the day. You couldn’t stand to be in that store with him anymore. It had been two years but the feeling of hurt wasn’t any less than it would if it had happened before the falling out. Now that he was back though, you weren’t going to forget about it. Not this time.