Remember Me?

Me and Harry knew each other since we were babies. We were bestfriends from Day One. Everything was perfect until something happend. It wasn't so perfect anymore. Harry made a mistake and is asking for another chance. Shall I give it to him? If I do, what will I do when he makes the same mistake? Or I have a something wrong with me?


8. Chapter Eight

Harry’s POV 

“Arrrrrrrrrgggggghhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” I slammed the door, then yelled in frustration as I reached Liam’s flat.

Liam and Niall looked and Louis and Zayn with confustion, “Harry! What’s wrong & why are you back so early?” Liam asked, concerned. 

“Louis called said you were upset.” I said quietly as I sat down, “So I was coming here to consol you, but Ella got mad that I was leaving her…” I shook my head, “Then I said something I really shouldn’t have said…” 

Niall eyed me curiously, “What did you say?” 

“I may have used ‘bros before hoes’ as a way of reasoning to come look after Liam…” I shook my head in frustration. The boys all ooh’d as if someone had just gotten hit in the gut- which I guess is something I sort of did to her. 

Louis came up and patted me- really hard- on the back, “That’s rough bro.”

“Yeah, I’ll be right back- going to go change into something more comfortable.” I said and then walked up to my flat and ran straight to my room. 

I slammed the door closed and threw my phone on my dresser, causing the baby picture of Ella and I to fall down and the back to come off. I went to pick it up, when I saw a folded piece of paper that was kept in the back of the picture, had fallen out. 

I picked up and unfolded the paper to reveal the Best Friends Bucket List that Ella and I had made when we were 15. 

“Harry?” she whispered, hoping I was still awake.

“Yeh babe?” I whispered back.

She sighed, obviously keeping something from me, “What’s wrong El?” I turned to my side so I could face her, and I she sat up. 

“We’ll always be… uh best friends… right?” she asked hesitantly. 

“Of course!” I shot up, completely taken back by the question. 

She still wasn’t positive, “How do you know? You’re so talented, Styles, you’re going far in life-”

“Am not-” I interrupted, she always said that I’d be some famous singer- I never believed her. 

“Are too! You’re going far in life, and I’m worried I’ll just be left behind.” She eyed him curiously as I got up, got a pad of paper, a pen and sat back down, “What are you doing?”

“We’re making a best friend bucket list” I stated ‘as-a-matter-of-factly’ “It’ll sort of be like our… contract. 100 things we need to do together. We’ll make it, and then we will both sign it. Therefore we must finish this list- together- before we die. Plus we’ll put things on here that can only be accomplished as adults to ensure our forever- friendship, deal?”

She paused for a moment then a huge grin came across her face, “Deal!” 

We started making our list, mostly consisting of crazy things we wanted to do together. 

“OH! Number fifty-two: rent a bouncy castle!” I said as I excitedly scribbled that down. 

She laughed, “You’re crazy, Curly!” I loved when she called me Curly.

“Come on! We’re young- we’re 15. We gotta live a little!” I did a little dance with that, sending her into an uncontrollable fit of laughter. 

“Sleep on the roof: fifty-three” 

“Number fifty-four: Go camping together!” I yelled as if it were the most genius thing ever.

Her eyes widened, “YEAAH! And we can sleep under the stars, number 55, make real s’mores- 56, play hide-and-seek 57!”

“58- rent a boat & go tubing!”

“59- spend the day at the beach!” Ella

“60- watch the sunset of the beach!”

“61- sleep on the beach!”

“62…. skinny dip!” I exclaimed.

Her eyes widened and her mouth made an ‘O’ shape, “HARRY!” she yelled as she whacked me in the chest, I rubbed the spot that she hit and pouted, but she just laughed, “You’re such a pervert Harry.” And I laughed back at her. 

“Almost done. Any ideas for #99?” I yawned, completely tired as it was now half of 4- in the morning. 

She looked down, “Hmmm…” she stayed silent for a moment, “Have an arm wrestling tourni!” 

“Love it!” I exclaimed and quickly scribbled it down, “Now number one hundred: stay friends forever.”

She eyed me curiously, “That’s not exactly something we can accomplish and cross off the list.”

“Exactly, so long as there’s something on this list we are best friends. We can’t cross this off the list until we’re dead, then we can’t cross it off the list- because well- we’ll be dead! Therefore making our friendship infinite.” 

She smiled nice and wide, took my face in her hands and left a big slobbery kiss on my cheek, “You’re such a sweetheart Harry!” she cried, still making stupid kissy faces at me, forcing me into weird laughing. 

I quickly signed a mini-contract at the bottom stating, “I, Harry Edward Styles, vow to always be there for Ella Carly Renforth. We will always love each other and be best friends, no matter what life throws our way. Sincerely, Harry Styles (aka Curly) 

Then she did the same, and we folded it up and went back to sleep. 

And that’s when Ella and I swore to be friends forever. 

“Funny how things change,” I murdered to myself as I read through the Bucket List.

I looked at the 100 things on the list- admiring the imagination of two fifteen-year-olds. I figured we must’ve accomplished at least half of these things. I took a look at all the items with a big line through them, ‘Rent a bouncy castle’ Done. ‘To to play poker, ply strip poker’ Done. ‘Be a vegetarian for a week’ Done. 

Then I began to search over the unaccomplished items. ‘Say yes to everything for an entire day’Nope. ‘Skinny dip’ Almost. ‘Go around photo bombing people for an entire day’ I wish. 

I looked down at the very bottom and saw something, something that I had written on only my copy of the bucket list. Something in very, very small letters at the bottom: #101: make her fall in love with me. I could’ve- should’ve. But I was stupid and I left her- abandoned her.

Then I saw one of my favorite things on that list: #69 Carve our names into a tree. 

I remembered the day we did that, we had carved: Harry & Ella= 4ever onto a tree in the forest near our houses. One that nobody ever went near, our tree. 

Then, right under it, was #70: Visit that tree together.

That’s when the idea hit me. I quickly fixed the photo frame, and stood it back up on its rightful place, grabbed my jacket and shot Louis a quick text. 

Won’t be back at Liam’s tonight, I’ll explain later- Haz.xx 

And with that I ran across the hall, “Please be home…” I murmured to myself, and as if on cue she opened the door. 

I grabbed her arm and pulled her out of her apartment, “Come with me.”
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