Can you write something with Harry and the reader they are best friends but one day they fight and maybe Harry realize that he is in love with her
This is my first Bestfriend! Harry and honestly, I loved writing about it!! It’s slightly different than you requested, but ohhhh well! here you go :)
You’re My Number One
She could still clearly recall the night that Harry had first entered into her life. She had agreed to meet her new friend at a local pub– one that had been considerably posher than the pubs she would typically visit. As she had strolled into the luxurious building, her eyes scanned the room for her friend, someone who she had grown extremely close with through their shared university courses. As her eyes landed upon her friend, she felt her mouth drop open in surprise, for lounging beside her friend was the one and only, Nick Grimshaw. It just so happened that her friend and Nick were old family friends and he had invited himself along for a casual night out. She had tried to remain calm throughout the night and acted as if hanging out with Nick Grimshaw was not the most exciting thing to ever happen to her (although it definitely was_. However, as the night dragged on and more alcoholic drinks were gulped back, she found herself even more startled at the unexpected appearance of the international superstar himself, Harry Edward Styles. Apparently Harry and Nick had been exchanging text messages throughout the night, and Nick had ultimately invited Harry to ditch the club where he was partying and meet up with Nick. And although she was completely star struck, she and Harry had somehow hit it off with one another.
And that, my friends, is how the friendship of Y/N Y/L/N and Harry Styles first began. And yes, I do mean just a friendship, for a relationship never blossomed between her and Harry. In fact, she and Harry were so close that they considered themselves as best friends. They had become comfortable with one another in a way that neither of them had with anyone before, for they were able to open up with one another about the deepest and darkest periods of their lives; secrets that nobody else in the entire world knew about. For some odd reason, they could only laugh as loudly or smile as widely when it was together. If he had an idea for a song then she would be the very first person to hear it, even though he would nearly throw up from nerves each time he would perform it for her. Long story short, they had become embedded into each other’s lives to the point where they would be lost without one another.
However, their relationship had boundaries and many at that. Harry, of course, had slept many nights at her home, but never once was it in the same bed as her. In addition to this, neither of them would call each other when intoxicated, and the topic of relationships was avoided completely. They knew that once placed in the situation, they would not be able to control the words that fell from their mouth or the actions they made. You see, I may have said that a relationship never blossomed between her and Harry, but that does not mean that the feelings didn’t blossom.
Yes, she loved Harry and he loved her just as much. However, they had buried these feelings do deeply within themselves that they could no longer notice them. They could not accept the fate of this friendship, and although subconsciously they knew the love they had for one another, they had both convinced themselves that it was simply due to the strength of their friendship. But it was the way they would stare at each other for just a millisecond too long, or the friction that would result from their skin brushing, or even how heavily their hearts would pound before they would see each other each time. But they were best friends and nothing could ever allow them to throw that away.
But throughout their three years of friendship, it never hurt any less for her to see the media releasing news of Harry Styles’ new romances, one-night stands, and string of relationships. She would play it off as her being jealous about having to share her best friend, but subconsciously she knew the truth – she wanted it to be her…each and every time.
And on this particular day, it had become too much for her to handle.
Harry busted through the front door of her tiny home, briefly stopping by as usual before heading the recording studio. Finding her in the kitchen with a newspaper in her hand, Harry swiftly moved towards her to pull his best friend into his familiar embrace. However, as their bodies inched closer, Harry’s eyes fell upon the front page of her newspaper.
Harry Styles Rekindles Romance with Camille Rowe.
Harry’s uncomfortably took a step backwards, distancing the space between him and his best friend. She wondered why he always did this – leave her to discover his relationship from the media rather than just tell her himself. After all that they have been through together, why is she always the last to find out about his relationships? To be honest, Harry didn’t know why either.
“Ah, I was going to tell you,” Harry mumbled through his deep voice, awkwardly gliding his hand through his curly locks.
“Were you?” she asked, tilting her head ever so slightly and positing her hands on her hips.
Harry avoided the question, for he knew he wouldn’t have. “How do you feel about it?” he asked, his eyes fixated upon her in curiosity.
She spun on her heals and turned towards the kitchen sink, placing her used coffee mug in there. He watched her shoulders inflate as she took a deep breath. She then tossed her arms into the air and exclaimed, “I mean, I’m happy for you, Haz!”
Harry’s body shifted uncomfortably, feeling the disappointment wash throughout him. “You are?” he questioned “You’re happy for me?”
“Yeah,” she turned to face him and shrugged her shoulders as if it is no big deal. “I mean, if you think she is the one for you then I’m happy for you.”
He stared at her in silence, feeling the words on the tip of his tongue threatening to pill out of his mouth, but he bit them back before they were able to do so. And as usual, their stare was held for just a millisecond too long.
Harry left for Los Angeles just a few days later so that he could continue with his writing sessions for his upcoming album. He had visited before he left, of course, and everything felt completely normal between them. He had pulled her into his embrace – one that is strange for “friends,” but as I said before, they subconsciously could not come to terms with their feelings. Before turning to leave, he left a quick kiss on the top of her head and promised to call her as much as he possibly could. She had laughed lightly and kissed his cheek before saying her famous phrase, “Go get em’ superstar.”
But when Harry returned home three weeks later, something was just different. Walking into the home of his best friend, he was surprised at the sight of a male’s shoes in the doorway. Feeling his eyebrow raise with curiosity, he pushed his way further into the home, following the sound of his best friend’s laughter.
And that’s where he saw them – his best friend and another man, cuddled on the couch and laughing hysterically at something on the television. She was so captivated by him that she did not even see Harry standing in the doorway with a frazzled expression evident upon his face. But when she did spot him, she had squealed his name and jumped from the couch, almost as if she did not want Harry to see her like that. She had then raced towards Harry and thrown her arms around his neck while straddling his body with her legs. Harry, however, had been completely disengaged and had barely even returned the hug.
“Is everything okay, Haz?” she had asked.
“Ah, what? Yeah, fine,” he had mumbled. “So who is this?”
“Oh…Harry, this is Lucas,” she had informed him. “We met while you were away.”
Throughout her three yeas of friendship with Harry, she had never been romantically liked with anyone. Meanwhile, she watched from the sidelines as Harry had females come and go in his life. Never did he imagine it would be so hard to see her with another man, but in this moment, he felt as if someone had punched him in the stomach. He instantly regretted all of the girls he had in the past three years.
Harry had pulled her into the kitchen, indicating that he wanted to speak with her privately. Her eyebrows crinkled in confusion, but nevertheless, she followed Harry into privacy.
“Lucas seems….nice?” Harry had said, almost as if questioning the last word.
“Haz, please be nice,” she had pleaded.
Harry nodded his head, complying with her wishes. “But I’m still going to the lake house with you, right?”
Every year Y/N’s family had a reunion at her lake house, and Harry had accompanied her the past three years. It had somewhat became a tradition for them both, and no matter what arose on Harry’s schedule, he always made time for the lake house. To be honest, he had always looked forward spending time her with her family.
She squinted her eyes and gritted her teeth, almost as if she was bracing for what she was about to say. “Oh, Harry, I’m so sorry but I invited Lucas with me,” she informed him.
“What?” he had asked in disbelief, “But that’s our thing…”
“I just thought that you’d want to be with Camille since you’re both here for the next little while,” she had explained.
Realizing that it was odd for him to care more about the lake house with his best friend than his own girlfriend, Harry nodded his head in agreement. “Ah, yeah, you’re right. I should go see her actually.”
“You haven’t seen her yet?” Y/N asked.
“I came here first.”
Two weeks later, Y/N and Lucas arrived home from their trip to the lake house. Meanwhile, Harry had been busy in writing sessions and at the recording studio, striving to complete his new album and release it to the world. In fact, he had only seen Camille once in the past two weeks, but he was not sure if it was because he was too busy or if he simply did not care to see her. The day that they arrived home she had bolted to his house, anxious to see him after two long weeks without him.
“How was the trip?” Harry had asked once finally in the company of his best friend.
Lounging in his living room, Harry was sitting normally on the couch while she had her head laid upon his lap, staring up at his angelic face.
She shrugged her shoulders, acting casual about the lake house, for she knew how much Harry loved it. “It was really nice, but I’m happy to be home.”
“How did Lucas enjoy it? He must have been drove crazy after two weeks with your family,” Harry had said through a deep chuckle.
“Oh…well, my family left after a week,” she informed him.
Harry sat forward on the couch, causing her to remove herself from his lap and also sit properly beside him. He stared over at her, his eyes wide in surprise and eyebrows crinkled in disappointment.
“So you spent a week alone with Lucas at the lake house?”
“Did you sleep with him?” he blurted, unable to hold back the question burning on his tongue.
“Excuse me?” she had asked, feeling her voice rise in anger.
“Did. You. Sleep. With. Him?” Harry had repeated, sounding out each and every word through his enraged voice.
“You can’t ask me that,” she had argued defensively.
“I just did,” he had said sharply through a harsh tone.
“Did you sleep with Camille?” she had asked, her voice beginning to crack as tears formed in her eyes.
Harry remained quiet and his furious demeanour slowly deescalated. He did not have to say anything, for she already knew the answer without having to hear it from him. They had been sleeping together for a while, even after they had broken up, but she had simply buried it beneath her. After all, those things aren’t supposed to matter when you’re best friends.
“What is doing on Harry?” she had asked calmly as she felt a tear slip down her cheek. “What is going on with us?”
And then Harry finally said it – the words he had been denying. “It hurts to see you with someone else.”.
And without hesitation, she finally said it as well – the words she had been denying for years. “How do you think I have felt for the past three years?”
Harry did not say anything and they sat in silence for a brief moment, as they had both just vocalized the feelings they had for one another. Harry glanced towards her through his glossy eyes, catching her stare and holding it for as usual, a millisecond too long.
She took a deep breath, preparing herself for what she was about to say. “Harry, I have watched you with numerous different girls for the past three years, and I sat back and tried to fight the hope that someday you would choose me,” she explained through a quivering voice.
“No, Harry, it all became too exhausting for me, and after seeing that you had returned to Camille, I finally came to terms with my feelings for you and realized that I had to stop waiting around. I have finally found someone that makes me happy.”
Harry shakes his head in denial. “That’s such bullshit, Y/N,” he argues. He was not angry nor was his voice loud, but he spoke calmly and gently. “This is not on me. Neither of us wanted to throw away our friendship for something that had the power to completely destroy us and so we both pretended those feelings weren’t there.”
“I agree,” she confirmed. “But I still sat around for three years and waited.”
“I would have chosen you each and every time,” he informed her. “If you haven’t noticed already, you have always been my number one.”
A tear spilled from Harry’s eye, but he swiped it away before it could stream down his face. She leaned towards him and rested her forehead against Harry’s, both of them closing their eyes at the feeling of their skin against one another. Harry lifted his hand and cupped her jawline before moving his forward and crashing his lips against hers. It was a kiss unlike either of them had ever experienced, consumed with so much passion and desire. Suddenly, she pushed her hands against his chest, causing their lips to break apart and Harry’s body to distance from hers.
“No,” she shook her head in rejection. “We can’t do this!”
“Why the hell not?” Harry had asked, feeling his chest grow heavy at her words.
“Harry, I can’t be your best friend and be in love with you too,” she explained. “And I’ve finally found someone who makes me happy – someone who I didn’t sit around and wait on for three years.”
And with that, she removed herself from his couch and slowly made her way towards the front entrance of the home. Before disappearing from the living room, she turned around to face him one last time.
“I didn’t sleep with him. I was always hoping that you would be my first someday.”
They stared at each other through pain-filled eyes, but she broke eye contact just a millisecond too quickly.
And then she walked away from her old friend.