A Taste of the Past.

Aria and Harry have been friends for as long as they can remember although they both refuse to admit that they have feelings for one another. What happens when one wish changes everything? Will it be too late or will Harry find his way back to Aria's heart? Is it true that if two people really are in love they will always find their way back to each other or will someone come along and break fate's path?


1. The Wish.

Aria's P.O.V:

"You're impossible, Harry!"

"That's rich coming from you."

"You know what? Sometimes I really hate you."

"Yeah well that makes two of us, Aria."

I'm so sick of this. I really am. We've been standing here arguing for over an hour. I can't even remember how or why this fight even began and I doubt Harry does either. The only reason that we're still fighting is because both of us refuse to back down and accept defeat from each other.

I guess you're wondering how I know the Harry Styles from One Direction, right? Lets just say that when I met Harry he was just an ordinary curly haired boy from the small town of Holmes Chapel. We met at school, we were both six. Since then we've been inseparable. The best of friends. That kind of changed recently. Since taking part in X Factor and being put in One Direction, Harry's changed. He's just not the same Harry that I fell in love with. That's right, I said love...

I've never told Harry how I really feel about him and I never plan to. It would simply ruin everything. Our whole friendship gone because of three words? I think not. Besides, he would never feel the same. Although Harry can be the most annoying person on this planet there will always be that one thing that makes me feel the way I do about him. He just brings out the best in me without even knowing. I love him.

"Hello. Earth to Aria..." I was snapped out of my thoughts by Harry's rather large hand waving frantically in front of my face. 

I shook my head to find him standing there, starting at me with that signature smirk of his. "What Styles?" I simply replied.

"Well someone's pissed." He laughed showing his perfectly positioned dimples. I love the way his whole face lights up when he laughs. No, Aria stop. You're supposed to be mad at him. 

"Yes Harry, I am pissed. Do you want to know why?" That was it. I have had enough. He's just not the same person anymore. "I'm pissed because you've changed, Harry. You've really, really changed and it's not the good type of change." I took a deep breathe, moving slightly closer to him. I gently took one of his hands in mine, my voice softening. "I don't know who you are anymore. You're not the same Harry Styles I knew. The one that was never afraid to act like an idiot to cheer someone up, the one that would never let people down and the one who would never, ever stop being himself to please others. But I guess things change. Actually, I guess people  change, Harry. I don't want to be a part of what you've become. I can't, I'm sorry." I took a step back, breaking the grip of our hands. I felt a tear trickle down my cheek. I quickly wiped it away hoping it went unnoticed by Harry. I wasn't going to let my guard down and have him see me weak. Not today.

He was wide-eyed, his eyes turning a slightly darker shade of green than usual. They would always turn this colour when he was angry. "What are you talking about, Aria? I haven't changed one bit and you know that. Maybe you're the one that's changed. Have you ever though of that?" He paused for a moment, probably waiting for a reaction. "Didn't think so." He scowled.

Is he crazy? I began putting on my shoes and searching for my purse. I can't be near him right now. After successfully finding my purse I made my way towards the front door of Harry's apartment. I could hear him following behind me so I quickly spun on my heel to face him. "You know what, Harry? If you can't see whats right in front of your face then you're completely and utterly delusional." I turned once again to face the door. I grabbed my car keys off the little, wooden shelf. "I'm leaving." I simply stated before storming out of the house. I didn't bother looking back to see Harry yet I could hear him yell behind me.

"Good." Was the last thing I heard before hopping in my car, turning the key and driving out of the driveway, away from Harry.



Harry's P.O.V.

I changed? Me? I laughed. I didn't change. If anyone has changed it's her! Why couldn't she be happy for me and realize that this- THIS is my dream!? She wanted to leave? Fine, she could walk out of my life for whatever reason she wanted. I didn't care anymore.

I walked over to my couch sitting down and looking around until I spotted a photo of us on the beach. The wind blowing in our hair and the sand beneath our toes. We were just having a great time. Why couldn't things still be like that? I wiped a tear that strayed from my eye and sniffed. It sucks when you love someone so much that you hurt each other without meaning to. Her words then stung me, repeating in my head. I stared at the photo held in my hands.

"I wish, I wish I never met you Aria." I whispered.

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