You love him, but he loves her.
You stood from a distance, your heart skipping a beat when you saw him. You bit your lip, thinking about everything that could have been. Harry had been your closest friend since you met when you both were just five years old. The two of you grew up together, shared baths and had sleepovers. He was your best mate, from start to finish. His fame never pulled him away, never for too long at least, and he had always been there for you no matter what. When his career with the boys had really taken off, Harry did all he could to keep you close. You’d been introduced to his band mates early on, forming life long bonds with them as well. You could think back to the first time you had really opened up to them, when Louis had caught a look in your eye when Harry had mentioned another girl. Harry of course was oblivious, and probably always would be. “What’s up your butt?” Louis asked, as Harry had exited the bus to make a phone call. Your face turned a lovely shade of red, as all eyes were on you. “Nothing?” You question, worried Harry would return any second. Louis pressed further of course, and with the boy’s curiosity growing, you mumble a quick, “I think I like him, I don’t know.” and they all go silent for a moment. “You should tell him.” Louis urged, but you never did. Now, almost five years later, you were dolled up for Harry’s birthday party, your heart racing just at the sight of him.
“You alright?” Louis appeared next to you, his hands shoved into his pockets as if he knew just how you were feeling. “Mhm.” You shoot him a small half smile and let your eyes float back to Harry. Louis and you had become tremendously close over the years. You told him everything, you opened up to him completely. For the past five years, Louis was your shoulder to cry on, and the only person to encourage you to tell Harry the truth. You and Louis found the table were the rest of the boys sat, a drink in each of their hands. “Here ya go, love.” Niall hands you a full glass of champagne. You take a seat next to him, and open your mouth to ask the lads how they all are, but something stops you. Cheering was heard and an applause followed, and slowly you turn to see what all the commotion was for. You watched as Harry stood back a distance from the leggy blonde, who was proudly showing off a large diamond ring. Your heart drops…
Niall asks, his innocent voice so full of concern. His words fall on
deaf ears as your senses begin to fade. You can’t hear anyone, all
you can focus on is the sight in front of you. The boys stare at you,
eyes wide. “I-I’ve got to go.” Your voice is barley audible, but
they shout for you as you stand up from the table and head for the
front of Harry’s place. Tears burned your eyes, and you quickly wiped
them away, not wanting to cause a scene. You had waited too long,
your chance was over. Harry was happy, and who were you to ruin that
for him. “Hey, where you goin’?” His voice calls out for you, as
you try to sneak past him. Harry steps away from his fiance, who is
still showing off her new ring. You grip the handle of his front
door, tears streaming down your cheeks. You couldn’t face him. “Y/N?
What’s wrong? Why are you leaving?” Hurt was evident in his voice,
it broke your heart. You smile, and face him, his brows furrowing in
concern when he meets your eyes.
This is part one of a three part series. Lemme know what you think.