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?


13. Chapter Twelve

“God. Why am I so stupid?” I yelled to myself as I slammed the door to my flat. I ran to my bed and flopped down on it, immediately bursting into tears. 

I didn’t understand what was wrong with me. I knew I had feelings for Harry, but I also didn’t want to tell him and have him reject me. We’re friends, in the friendzone. Maybe we’ve had a few benefits but that’s nothing major. He wouldn’t want to date me and I know he wouldn’t, not many guys do. 

Then I heard a knock at the door, “Uhm, I’m busy.” I said, as my voice cracked. 

“Ella. Carly. Renforth. Open this door right now!” I couldn’t help but smile as he tried to sound stern.

I just shook my head, “I’m good.” Then I buried my face back into the pillow

“Ella, I know when something’s up with you, and I know that there’s something you’re not telling me.”
I didn’t answer. 

“And there’s something I need to tell you too.” I jolted up, “But I need to talk to you face to face to tell you.” 
I got up and was almost at the door, “Ella, if you don’t open the door, I swear I’ll” 

I threw the door open and there he was, mid threat, “Ram down the door.”

He was so stupid, made me laugh, “What do you want?”

“Ella, we’ve been friends for like…. ever now. And well, actually. I’ve been thinking of this for a while, like since we were 15-ish. I… I really like you- no. I- I- I love you goddammit. I love you.” 

I. was. Stunned. I couldn’t comprehend what he was saying or even comprehend it. So, I ran out. 

I don’t know why I did it. I knew exactly what I wanted to say back. But… I couldn’t. Not without knowing. I ran outside, into the pouring rain, and Harry was not far behind screaming my name. 

“Why?” I yelled to him as the rain soaked up both within seconds. 

He looked confused, “Why what?”

I felt the tears coming, “Why me?” my voice broke, “You could have and love any other girl in the world. You meet thousands of girls everyday that are prettier and better than little old Ella. That pathetic girl who’s in love with her childhood best friend who also happens to be one of the five biggest heartthrobs in the world. Why do you love me ?” 

A smile spread across his face, not his cheeky smile but a genuine smile that flashed his dimples beautifully. “What?” I demanded. 

“You love me.” He said, longingly with his goofy smile on his face. 

My cheeks flushed to a red color as I tried to remember what I said, there was no way around it, “Yeah… I do… I guess. I don’t really know what love is.” 

“Well, how about I answer your question… then you decide.” He offered, and I nodded. “Okay, well. Why do I love you, Ella? I love you because you’re the only one who sees past my ‘boyband look’ you see the me from back in the day and you don’t care that I’m famous or anything. You like me for me. You are far more beautiful and special to me than all the other girls out there. There isn’t anyone else in this world who I can picture loving for all my life. Ever since I was fifteen I knew, and I told myself that you were the one for me. I could feel it.”

“But how do you know it’s love?” 

“I know that I love you because every time my phone rings, my heart skips a beat hoping it’s you. When it is, my heart races a mile a minute and I have to remember to control my breathing. And when it’s not, my heart sinks down to my stomach. I know I love you because when you’re in the room, nobody else matters. I know I love you because I’m standing out here in the pouring rain for you and I don’t even care. I know I love you because I have for years now, and the 2 years apart didn’t change that one bit.” 

I smiled, most likely the same goofy smile as his, “Then, yes. I love you.” 

He stepped forward until our foreheads touched, “I love you, Ella. And there’s nothing in this world that can change that.” Then our lips met.

I literally felt fireworks going off, I was in paradise. I loved Harry Styles and no bitch will ever change that.

“And scene!” I heard a familiar voice yelled behind me. I turned around and saw Louis, Liam, Niall and Zayn all standing in the doorway clapping. 

Harry just shook his head and wrapped his arm around me, “Oh get lost guys!”

“I think I’m going to cry, Liam!” Zayn said in his crazy accent, pretending to cry. 

Liam was even in on the little comedy skit, “It was… just… so… beautiful!” and they all pretended to sob endlessly at our kiss in the rain. 

Harry leaned in and whispered in my ear, “Why don’t we go to your room and get away from these clowns?” 

“Sounds perfect.” I smiled, as he led me back inside. 

Then he stopped, “Wait.” 

“What? Oh god. Please don’t tell me you’ve changed your mind.” I started to hyperventilate. 

“What? Oh god no! No, no, no, no, no, no!” He smiled, “I was going to ask you, if you wanted to be my girlfriend…?”

“What do you think, dumbfuck?”I laughed. 
He just shook his head, “We’re going to go with yes.” 

“Good answer.” I nodded.

The End
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