Earn Your Trust
request: Maybe you could write something about enemies to lovers? or y/n and H used to be together but y/n had done something really bad and he makes it hard for her to earn his trust/love back?
thanks for requesting this and sorry it took me so long to write it, i hope you like it (:
“So the media dug up yours and Harry’s past and are having a field day with it?” My stylist, Jeana, said as she finished curling my hair.
I sighed. “Apparently so, but I don’t get why what happened when we were kids is even relevant now.”
“You aren’t stressing over it, are you?” She asked me, looking at me in the mirror.
I shook my head. “Not really. I haven’t even spoken to him in years. The only time I’ve seen him in person is when we’re at the same events, and he hasn’t been to any big ones since his break started.”
“He’s back now though,” Jeana’s assistant stylist, Nicolette, spoke up. “And I’m pretty sure he’s going to be at the charity event tonight.”
My eyes got wide. “Please tell me you’re joking.”
She chuckled. “Nope. You’re both celebrity ambassadors for the charity, I’m surprised you didn’t know he was coming.”
I went to rub my face out of stress and Jeana swatted my hand away. “I did not spend almost half an hour on your makeup for you to screw it up because you’re nervous about seeing your little boyfriend tonight.”
“He’s not my boyfriend!” I raised my voice, immediately regretting it. I sighed again. “Sorry, Jean, I-I just… I don’t think he wants to be anywhere near me.”
“What happened between you two anyways?” Nicolette questioned.
Just then, Helen, my manager, and my security guard named Harris came in.
“Time to go!” Helen clapped her hands together excitedly. She noticed that I wasn’t nearly as excited as she was and her smile dropped. “What’s wrong, y/n?”
I rolled my eyes. “I’ll explain in the car.”
The charity event was in full swing, the charity’s founder had already spoken and she announced that both Harry and I were here, so I knew that he had shown up. I hadn’t seen him yet, though. And the fact that I could run into him made me more anxious by the second, but not for a reason most people would think.
“You look like you’re going to puke,” Helen joked. “Just calm down, you guys will probably just ignore each other or something.”
“What if I don’t want him to ignore me?” I said, surprising her. “What if I want things to be okay between us again?”
She examined my face, making sure I was being serious. I definitely was.
Helen exhaled. “Y/n, if you want to talk to him, then do it. The worst that can happen is that he ignores you, or walks away. And yeah, that would really suck, but you’ll survive.”
“Aren’t you supposed to give me good advice?” I jibed.
She playfully shoved me, and I set off to find him. Harry would be over what happened by now, right? I mean, it happened while we were in middle school and high school, there was no way he was still holding a grudge against me. Right?
As I was looking around for him, I accidentally bumped into someone.
“Sorry,” We both said in unison, then looked at each other in shock.
There, standing in front of me, was Harry. Though he looked older that he did the last time I saw him, he still looked like the guy I’d known back in our school years. His look of shock turned to one of extreme distaste, and mine turned into a frown.
“Um, how have you been?” I tried, hoping it would make him not look like he hated me.
He laughed sarcastically. “So now you want to talk to me?”
“What are you talking about?” I said, confused.
He looked at me as if I was the biggest idiot he had ever met. “Don’t play stupid, y/n, you know what happened. And yes, it may have happened when we were younger, but you know that once people lose my trust it’s hard for them to earn it back. Much less my respect,”
All I could do was stand there, dumbfounded. He chuckled, shaking his head and walking away. He actually, genuinely hated me. I’ll admit, what I did wasn’t right, but we’re adults now. And at one point, we were best friends. How could he just treat me as if we didn’t once care about each other?
I walked back to Helen, her smile falling once she saw how disappointed I looked.
“I’m guessing it didn’t go well?” She asked.
I shook my head.
“Aw, I’m sorry,” She said as she hugged me. “Maybe you could try again? I could get his number for you, and you can talk to him and ma–”
“No, it’s fine,” I interrupted, pulling away. “He looked at me as if he hated me, I doubt he ever wants to talk to me again.”
She pulled her phone out. “Well, I’ll get it anyways and whether or not you use it is up to you.”
It had been a week since the charity event, and of course all that was on my mind was Harry. I just wanted to make things right, but how could I do that when he so obviously wanted nothing to do with me? I lay in bed, staring at his contact on my phone. Maybe I should try texting him, and if he really doesn’t want to talk then I’ll leave him alone.
I exhaled, then sent him a text.
hey it’s y/n
I locked my phone, deciding to watch tv and not get my hopes up that he’s even answer. About fifteen minutes later, my phone went off. I unlocked it and saw that he did answer me.
Great, now i have to get my number changed.
I scoffed. Was he serious? I took a deep breath, chalking his fowl mood up to him just holding his grudge still.
look harry ik i messed up and everything but that was so long ago and i’m willing to make it up to you
Hm… I don’t think I saw an apology in that.
omg stop being such a pretentious prick and let me apologize in person, i at least owe you that much
Wow, I had no idea you actually had a backbone.
But I don’t know about that, you could just be trying to mess with me.
why would i do that to you? why would i be basically begging for you to give me a chance to apologize just to screw with you? just let me try to earn your trust
I guess you wouldn’t go that far…
Fine, we can get lunch or something.
thank you, i promise all i want to do is make things right
I walked into the place we agreed to have lunch at, looking around until I found Harry sitting in a booth towards the back. I sat down in front of him, nervously looking at my nails.
“I believe you had something to say to me?” He said expectingly.
I gave him a look. “I’m not saying anything until you drop this dickhead act. This is so unlike you, and we both know that.”
He looked at me for a second, then sighed, his harsh expression softening. “Fine,”
“Anyways, I’m sincerely sorry about what happened. I shouldn’t have abandoned you like I did, and I apologize.”
He waited, as if he expected more. When I didn’t say anything else, he rolled his eyes. “That’s it? You only apologize for leaving me alone?”
“Is that not what I did?” I questioned.
“That’s not even half of what you did.” He said firmly. “I had moved to America and started seventh grade in the middle of the school year. I had no one, until you and I became friends. And towards the end of our freshman year of high school, you left me for these kids who everyone wished they were. Everyone but me, of course. They treated me like shit, y/n. And you left me for them.”
“I get that I left you, but I didn’t treat you like shit. So why do you hate me more that you hate them?” I asked.
He laughed sadly. “Don’t you get it? Not only did you abandon me, you being my only friend, you just stood there as they bullied me day in and day out, all because I was a little different. And you never once stood up for me, y/n. Not even once.”
I sat there, dumbfounded yet again. He was completely right. I didn’t stop them when they treated him awfully. I was such a shitty friend.
Tears welled up in my eyes as I watched one roll down his cheek. “I’m so sorry, Harry. I’d give anything to go back and change it.”
He shook his head as he wiped his tears away. “And on top of all of that, I had feelings for you. I still did, even after what happened. I hated that they wouldn’t go away no matter what you did.”
I looked at him in shock. “You did? Harry, I had feelings for you too. Holy shit, I was such an awful person.”
“Yeah, you were,” He chuckled. “But so was I, and I’m sorry for treating you like that.”
“It’s fine,” I waved him off. “The way you acted towards me wasn’t unwarranted. I kind of deserved it.”
Harry looked at me for a moment, then said, “Can we start where we left off? You, know, before all the drama?”
“You want us to act like we did when we were fifteen and sixteen?” I gave him a questioning look, though I was obviously joking.
He chuckled. “No, I just meant can we be super close again? Or maybe even more than super close?
I beamed at him. “Yeah, I’d like that a lot.”
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