My Best friend (Harry Styles fanfic)

My name is Maria Mela, and my best friend is Harry Styles. We look out for each other, and he always protects me from the bullies. There is just one problem, I love him. He is sweet, funny and caring, but he doesn't feel the same way. What happens when he starts dating the new girl, who doesn't care about his feelings, and he starts to push me away. How will I cope without my Hazza?


15. My Heart part 3 (My POV)

What have I done? I chased him off. I didn't want that. When I first saw him, I felt my heart restore itself, but I had decided to keep up the hard front, so he couldn't see how much pain I was in. When he broke down sobbing. I didn't know what to do. I wanted to hug him and tell him that everything was OK, that we could still be friends after everything. (Even though I wanted more). But I couldn't do that. I couldn't give into him so easily.

Everything just escalated from there. I couldn't hold in my emotions. And when he came over to hug me, I literally broke. What I said about him never loving me I knew was never true. But it came out anyway and in return I received a look of hurt. I wanted to stop. But the insults kept flying. And now I was sitting crouched up against the door, crying. My mascara running down my cheek. I got up and ran to my room. I gazed in the mirror at my reflection, I could see the bruises starting to uncover themselves. I needed Harry. but after what just happened I was more afraid than ever.

I sat on my bed, as I wiped my make-up from my face. I then sank down into my pillows, allowing their softness take away my stress. I rolled on to my side and looked at the picture of him and me standing outside his house, it was the first day at high-school and we were smiling and happy. Harry had his arm around my shoulder, as he hugged me closer to his body, and I had my arms loosely around his waist, as I hugged him back.

I smiled sadly at the version of me in the photo. I was a better person back then, and I had a friend that protected me. I didn't need make-up to hid what was really happening from my mum. Looking at the photo made me think about everything that had happened since. Me falling harder for him, and somewhere along the line him falling for me. Dan bullying me and him protecting me, and telling me he would always be there for me, Harry then trying to make me jealous and me taking it the wrong way, and hurting him, and then him leaving. I deserved this, I deserved to be miserable. But he didn't. At that point I had an idea, I quickly made myself presentable and made my way to Zayn's house. I needed to talk to someone about Harry, and I needed to make sure I could make things right.

When I arrived at Zayn's house, I felt even more nervous. I waited in anticipation as the door slowly unlocked, and his face appeared in the doorway. He looked at me with shock written over his face, as if he was trying to remember me. I'm not going to lie. Seeing him again was a shock. The shy boy I remembered Zayn to be was gone. And in his place stood a more confident looking Zayn. I could see his extending growth of tattoos on his arm and he was starting to grow facial hair. My thoughts immediately vanished with him calling my name.

"Maria, is that you?" He asked a little unsure.

"Yeah, it's me." I quietly spoke back.

He looked sadly at me, and then looked over my shoulder at the army of screaming girls, who had noticed Zayn was standing at his door and were rushing their way towards him. He quickly grabbed my arm and dragged me inside in a blink of an eye. But in the short space of time I saw the old Zayn, the Zayn who didn't demand attention.

When the door was closed and locked, he breathed a sigh of relief, as the sound of Zayn's name being chanted started up. He looked at me and smile: "I love my fans, but they can get a bit too excited at times." He looked back towards the door. "I'll go out later and say hi. But for now. What can I do for you?"

I smiled at him, as I saw the adoration for his fans in his bright brown eyes, but as soon as the topic came back to me, I grew sad again. I sighed knowing I'd have to let him know at some point. Zayn led me to the living room, sat me down and went to make a drink. When he came back, he sat opposite me, and waited patiently for me to begin.

"I saw Harry. He came round my house today. He looked amazing, but when he saw me. I saw his heart break. I could see his worry. But I was still hurt so I pretended not to know him. I can see the pain in his, and when he hugged me. I just broke and shouted out him. I slammed the door in his face and he left. I know he won't want to speak to me. I know he won't. But I miss him. I didn't mean to shout at him. And I want him to be happy not miserable. I deserve this. I broke his heart, and I am the one who is making him sad." I sniffled, trying to contain my sobs, as Zayn rubbed my back.

"So what do you want me to do?" Zayn asked, knowing that I had came here to ask him of something.

"I want you to make him forget me. I want you to find him someone that makes him happy, and I want him to forget he ever had feelings for me."

I looked up at him, as he sighed.

"Maria, I wish I could do that. Heck all of the boys wish that. We've tried to get his mind off of you. We've tried for the last 2 years. But nothings worked. He may look like a womanizer, who doesn't care. But that's just the press talking. He is still the same old Harry, that is still too caught up on you. I'm sorry I truly wish I could help, but I think this is between you and him. I think that this might be difficult for you both, but I think that you both have to sit down together, and lay all your feelings in front of you. You both will feel better, and who knows it might work out for the best. But it will be worth it even if it means that you two hate each other more. Because at least you will know how the other is feeling."

I nodded. "Your right Zayn, we both need this. But he won't talk to me. What am I supposed to do?"

"If I arrange for you two to met, without Harry knowing. Do you promise to try, and to not give up on him. To listen to him and to try to get on?"

I nodded. Zayn nodded as well. "OK, I will ring you when I have scheduled something."

I nodded again, and hugged him. "Thank you Zayn."

"No problem. Now drink up, and I will take you home."

I did as I was told, and he lead me out the back to his car. Before going back in the house to exit from the front so he could greet fans. I smiled at him when he finally got in the car, and then we drove off to my house.

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