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?


3. Chapter Three

Ella’s POV 

Why was I letting all this get into my head? I promised myself a long time ago that I would never let Harry in again. I proised myself to forget that dumb jerk once and for all. I promised I’d never see or talk to him again. Yet, here I am. Crying over him- for the second time today. 

A part of me wants to talk things over, wants to regain the supposedly ‘unbreakable’ friendship that people labelled ‘Hella’ But then there’s the other part of me, the one who wants to give him a good punch to the face and ditch him from my life for good. That’s why I moved to London; little did I know that’s where Harry and his stupid friends live as well. 

I finished my sandwich- my stomach not satisfied. But I wasn’t going to go over for pizza. I was going to stay strong. I need to get over Harry and I’s friendship because there’s not getting it back. 

I pulled out my laptop and checked my Twitter and Tumblr. It had blown up with pictures of me and Harry at Starbucks, then me yelling at Zayn. The pictures were followed by horrible comments calling me a slut, whore and a groupie. This just gave me my final answer. There was no way I was getting back involved with Harry, him and his band cause too much drama- drama I could not take. 

I heard a knock at the door and lazily got up to answer. And of course- there was Harry. With a guilty but cheeky grin of his face, and a plate full of pizza in his hands. 

“Just in case you get hungry… I brought you this.” He said shyly and pushed the plate towards me. 

I pushed it back, “I’m stuffed actua-” the growling of my stomach interrupted me and I smiled weakly.

“Yes, clearly you’re not hungry, my mistake,” he smiled, 

“But if you get hungry, it’ll be right here.” He bent down and set the plate down in front of my door, then stood up and walked back to his door. I waited until he was inside to take the pizza and shut my door. 


I woke up to a loud knock on my door. I rolled out of bed, and answered the door. There was Harry with a Starbucks coffee in one hand and my newspaper in the other. “I see you ate the pizza.” He smiled.

“Yeah.” I said and started shutting the door. 
He put his hand out to stop me, “Wait. I brought you a coffee.” 

“No thanks.” I said coldly and shut the door on him. I felt slightly bad, but to be honest I felt proud. I said no to Harry and it took no effort. Maybe keeping him out of my life wouldn’t be so hard after all. 

It wasn’t until after I finished getting ready for the day when I realized that I needed the paper to look for a job. I walked over to Harry’s place and kept whacking until he answered.


I interrupted him, “Give me my newspaper, Styles.” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about?” he said sarcastically and smiled.

“Harry I don’t have time for this, give me my fucking newspaper.” I yelled and the smiled on his face faded. He said nothing as he went inside his flat, brought the newspapers and handed it to me. “Thank you” I said with no expression as he shut the door. 

Okay, now time to find a job. I sat down at my kitchen table with my newspaper and my highlighter and started looking. I called everyone who was hiring for a job that I could manage, but none of them were interested in giving me an interview. Fed up with looking, I decided it was time to go get some food. 

“Hey” I heard a voice behind me as I was walking out of the building. I could tell it was Zayn by his accent, it was British but he had a slightly altered tone.

I turned around, gave him my middle finger and turned back. He ran after me, and quickly caught up to me. “Why so grumpy today?”

“Fuck off” I said without looking at him and I started walking faster, but he managed to keep up.

“You look fit today, El” 

“Don’t call me that.” I snapped at him. Harry used to always call me that. 

“Oh come on, we both know you want me.” 

I turned around and slapped him in the face, “Sorry, but asshole isn’t really my type. Now why don’t you go fuck yourself or better yet one of your gay band mates and leave me the fuck alone?!” I yelled at him, then turned around and continued to the grocery store. 

I felt two hands grab my shoulder and he whispered into my ear, “Boo.” 

“Zayn, I said fuck off,” I said, turning around to realize it was Louis, not Zayn, “Oh.” 

He smiled, “Not Zayn, sorry to disappoint.” 

“What is it, asshole day?” I groaned and turned around to get some bread. He followed me. 

“Getting some bread so you won’t have to take any of mine?” 

I rolled my eyes, “I didn’t take your bread, I took Harry’s.” 

“Same thing, me casa es Harry’s casa.”
I stifled a laugh, “You two live together?” 

“Yeah, lucky you’re living across the hall, now we have a good option for a threesome.” 

I turned around and slapped him too, “Just leave me the fuck alone. I’m pretty sure Zayn’s looking for someone to fuck other than himself so why don’t you go find him and stop harassing me.”I yelled, again, causing a scene, again. 

He raised his arms up in surrender and walked out of the store. I finished up my shopping and started walking home. I had a lot of bags, and was struggling to carry them all, and of course, Liam and Niall were walking towards me. 

“Need some help, love?” Liam smiled, holding out his hands. 

I smiled back, I like Liam, he’s not an asshole, “That would be great, thanks.” I handed him a few bags and in the process, dropped one. I bent down to pick it up but Niall beat me to it. 

“Allow me,” he smiled as he picked up the groceries and took the bag for himself, “So you live in our building, yes?” 

I looked at them confused, “Well I live in the same building as Harry and Louis so…” 

“So you live in our building then.” Niall finished my sentence. 

“Oh.” We walked in silence for a few minutes when Liam spoke up.

“Sorry about Lou and Zayn. They really aren’t as bad as they seem. They just don’t know how to handle the situation in a… mature way.” He laughed. 

We finally reached the building, “Look I don’t know what ‘situation’ you’re talking about, but Zayn and Louis are assholes and I don’t want to talk about them.” 

“Oh you know what situation we mean,” Niall started- I knew what it was but didn’t want to say it myself, “You… and Harry.” 

“There is nothing left with me and Harry. He used to be my best friend, then he ditched me for you lot and now he’s just my neighbour- and excuse this- but he’s just somebody that I used to know. There’s nothing left there, so just drop the fucking topic.” 

We finally reached my floor and I grabbed my bags out of their hands, “Thanks for the help, I can take it from here.” I said and I walked to my room and closed the door. 

“Ella, what’s wrong? Why aren’t you at the dance yet?” 

“He didn’t show. Joey never showed up.” I cried. Harry rushed over to me and cradled me in his arms.

“Oh El, I’m sorry.” 

He let me cry for another 5 minutes, “Well, Joey is at the dance. So you know what you’re going to do? We’re going to get you all dolled up and you’re going to be my date. It’ll drive him nuts.” 

I felt my face light up, “Really?” 


We arrived at the dance and I immediately saw Joey standing with all his friends. 

“Harry I can’t do this, it’s too embarrassing.” I felt tears come to my eyes. 

He smiled, “No. It’s embarrassing for him. He stood you up to embarrass you because now you don’t have a date, but now you do. So he feels like the loser.” I looked at him funny, then laughed, “Now come dance with me!” He grabbed my hand and pulled me out to the dance floor. We were the only boy-girl pair dancing. A bunch of girls were dancing with each other as a joke and same with the guys. 

We danced through the whole song of The Way You Look Tonight by Elton John. My head was resting on his shoulder as he somewhat gracefully ked me around the dance floor as he sang along to the words in my ear. 

*I need to tell you
How you light up every second of the day
But in the moonlight
You just shine like a beacon on the bay

And I can’t explain
But it’s something about the way you look tonight
Takes my breath away
It’s that feeling I get about you, deep inside
And I can’t describe
But it’s something about the way you look tonight
Takes my breath away
The way you look tonight*

And that’s how Harry Styles turned out to be my first date. 

I don’t know why but I always thought that maybe Harry was singing to me.
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