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?


6. Chapter Six

Harry’s POV 

We hugged for a long time; it felt so good to feel her touch once again. 

“So are we good?” I whispered into her ear. 

She broke away from me, “I don’t know Harry…” 

“Oh come on, pleaaseee!” she didn’t answer, “Just one day.” 

She eyed him curiously, “One day?”

“Give me one day to prove to you that we can be like we used to be, please, just one. Day.” I proposed.

She took a long, deep breath before agreeing, “Okay, fine.” I felt my famous Harry Styles smirk come across my face, “But, tonight is Niall’s birthday,” she smiled over to Niall, “So, tonight… we get drunk!” she grabbed her half- empty drink off the table and raised it up. We all got our drinks, raised it along with hers, and then drank the remainder of the cups we had. 

“Come on, Ella!” 16 year old me urged, “Just try it” 

“I don’t know Harry…” she replied hesitantly, she looked at the shot of tequila in her hand, “Aw, fuck it.” she stated and slung back the tequila shot. 

The face she made was absolutely priceless, like she had just eaten a warhead and a lemon, “Oh god…. why the fuck would you give that to me?! It was disgusting…. but I loved it.” she smiled cheekily, “Let’s do more!”

Shot after shot, after shot and eventually we both started to feel tipsy and the world began to blur. 

“Hazz I wanna go daaannceee” she slurred. 
I laughed at her drunk talking, “Then go dance you little monkey!” She slung back one more shot and ran out to the dance floor. 

She ran right up to Joey, and immediately turned her back to him and sawyed her hips to the music. He hesitated for a moment, but then placed his hands on her waist- encouraging her to keep going. Sober Ella never would’ve done that, but when she’s drunk it seems she had a new found confidence… and it was sexy as hell. 

I watched as she grinded Joey up and down, obviously making him hard. She turned around and planted a big, sloppy kiss on his lips. He immediately kissed back, violently, his hands exploring her back, and finally landing on her ass…. squeezing it. Suddenly, I felt a wave of emotion come over me. It wasn’t jealousy, couldn’t be right? No, she was my best friend and Joey was taking advantage of her being drunk, I was only being protective, right? 

I looked back over to see her back faced once again to him, and the front buttons of her shirt undone, clearly showing off her black lace bra. She was grinding him more vigorously this time, and he had his hands on her breats, gently massaging them and kissing her neck. I couldn’t take it. I went over to them, and pulled Ella off him. 

“What the fuck, bro?” Joey yelled

Ella turned around and saw it was me, “Haaarryyyyy!!!!!” she exclaimed, throwing her arms around me, “I was just about to come find you and tell you about,” her legs gave out on her, and she begun to fall to the floor. 

I caught her just before she hit the ground, bringing her back up. She was half- asleep, so i decided to pick her up, bridal style, and bring her back to my house. 

We reached my house and we clued back in once I layed her down on my bed.

“You’re an amazing person, Harry Styles. You know that? The best friend a girl could have,” she sleepily slurred. 

I laughed and kissed her forehead, “I know, and you owe me so ig for this.” I took off her shoes, and helped her take off her shirt and pants. “Here, put these on.” I said and threw my Ramones t-shirt at her as well as a pair of my sweatpants.

She somehow got it stuck in her arms, “Harrrryyy, heeellppp!” he whispered. I couldn’t help but laugh as I helped her put it and the pants on right. 

Once she was ready, I tucked her in under the covers and gave her a nice hug. I slipped in next to her and pulled her close. It wasn’t weird for us, we had sleepovers and shared the same bed and cuddled all the time, but this time… I felt different. 

“I love you, Haarrryy” she giggled

“Love you too, El.” I sighed back.

That was the moment I realized I was in love with my best friend.
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