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?
HARRY'S POV's EVERY SO OFTEN!

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9. Step 2 in my plan (My POV)

My plan was going well, I could clearly see that I was making Harry jealous. Whenever I was near Dan, he looked like he wanted to rip him apart, and that's just what I wanted. But a part of me felt that this was a bad idea. I could see that Harry wasn't just experiencing jealousy, he also had hurt and confusion plastered on his features, but above all there was a secret that he had etched on, and I was dying to know what the secret was. I watched when he moved away, his friends comforting him as they walked inside school. Dan noticed that Harry had left, and immediately pulled hard on my shoulders.

"Right, now listen Smarty. I'm only do this because I hate Styles. I don't like you and we will only act like a couple when he's around. Do you understand?"

I nodded, "Yes I understand. For the record I don't like you. I'm doing this so Harry admits the truth."

"And what if he doesn't?" Dan smirked as he walked in circles around me.

"He will, Zayn Malik told me, he likes me as more than a friend, he's just too much of a coward to admit it. If he hasn't show any signs of interest in me, within a week, then I'll let you out of the deal." I told him, he paused, and looked at me.

"Alright, but you better hope your boyfriend, truly loves you." He growled at me, before pushing me to the ground and walking off.

I stayed on the floor watching them go, until I felt a hand on my shoulder, I looked up to see Zayn smiling down at me. "Are you sure this is a good idea?" He asked, as he lifted me up.

"No, but what other choice do I have. I love Harry, I need to show him that by making him jealous like he did with me."

"Maria, I swear that he didn't mean any harm. He thought he was doing the right thing, but he's learned from his mistakes. He thinks you hate him at the moment. He still loves you, so he wouldn't interfere in fears of hurting you more. He'll just want you to be happy, and if he sees that your happy with Dan, he'll leave you alone, and won't do anything to stop you. Believe me, I know this guy, I play football with him everyday, and everyday I watched as he tried to impress you. Every game, all those fancy skills, they were for you. Nobody else. The week while you were away, he's missed every training session, and he is moping over you."

I stared at him, he looked like he had more to say, so I nodded for him to continue.

"He's chased you and followed your ever word, since preschool, and every day you didn't notice, he tried harder the next day. Growing up it's been sweet to watch. But that week he's been hanging around your locker. I have even noticed him using it. So I ask again, do you really thing this is a good idea? Wouldn't just telling him the truth be better for both of you?"

I looked down at my shoes, before looking back up at him. "Maybe your right Zayn, and maybe we've both had enough heartache to last us a lifetime. But I want him to feel what I have felt everyday since he made that decision to make me jealous. If it wasn't for you, I would still be sitting at home, oblivious to everything. I need to show him my pain, before we can work out whether we can more on from this."

Zayn nodded and we walked into school together before the bell rang. I didn't want to hurt Harry, in truth I broke when I saw his face looking at me. It was a look of disappointment and betrayal, a look I had never seen on his face, and it was like I had lost my best friend all over again.

I wanted to find him. I wanted to apologize. I wanted to let him know that I loved him, and that he had hurt me, but that I would forgive him in a heartbeat, that there was no question about it. He could hurt me and break me over and over again, and I would forgive him every time. That was what my love for him meant.

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