The Accounts Of Us ~ [H.S]

❝He knew we didn't have long left together and that's why we were going to start living our lives to the full.❞

[Amazing cover made by mybestfriendisapenguin_xX. All cover credit goes to her.]

*Warning: This story is not for the faint hearted or easily effected, sensitive people. Contains some sensitive subjects etc.*


1. One

"Happiness is being married to your best friend." ~ Unknown


~ {ONE} ~

"Harry Edward Styles!" I yelled down the phone as soon as he picked up, not even letting him say one word.

"Yes Jennifer Lucie Baker," he replied sounding oh-so-innocent.

"Don't you use that tone with me?" I retorted annoyed.

He laughed in my ear and I could just tell his dimples were popping out.

"Sorry... anyway, what have I done to offend you now?" He asked next still sounding casually amused.

"Nothing offensive, I just want to know why the hell you sent me a box of chocolates and flowers?" I questioned, seriously confused and aggravated. "You must want something. You're trying to suck up to me, aren't you? What do you want?" I talked so quickly, not letting him get a word in as I jumped to conclusions.

"I don't want anything," he told me and I snorted.

"Oh really Harold, then why are you sending presents if it's not to soften me up?" I demanded to know.

He chuckled again and I made an annoyed noise down the phone. He sighed at my annoyance and then replied, "I wouldn't use presents to soften you up, I know that wouldn't work on you."

"Then why Harry? What is with the flowers and chocolates?" I asked, cocking an eyebrow.

He remained silent for a while, he didn't even laugh this time, I could just hear his steady breathing in my ear.

Suddenly a thought popped into my head. "You aren't trying to tell me something are you?" I questioned as I was worried that he was about to announce he loved me or something.

He laughed again. "No, I'm not proposing or anything idiot!" He knew exactly what I was thinking.

"Few, you had me worried there. And anyway we can't get married Harry, we're just sixteen," I told him.

"I know Jen," he replied and then chuckled another time (is that all he does?). "Anyway what's so bad about me proposing to you?"

"Because you're my best friend," I answered quickly.

"Yeah, I know, but you love me don't you?" He questioned. I could tell he was pouting, I just know he was because that is so him.

"Well, yes, as a best friend would," I replied and I suddenly feel anxious. What is he getting at?

"I saw this picture today with a quote on. It said everyone should marry their best friends," he said and he didn't sound serious or amused, I couldn't tell what voice he was saying it in.

I didn't say anything, not knowing what to say but then I snapped out of my state and said to him with a laugh, "but you wouldn't want to be married to me? We'd always be arguing."

He laughed and I let out a breath of relief I didn't even know I had taken in. I don't know why but it had scared me, I had an inkling he was being serious but now I know he wasn't.

"You're right! And I'd prefer if my wife wasn't an ugly, parrot face either," he joked whilst he sniggered.

I mocked being offended and commented, "well you're no better sh*t face!"

It's was his turn to pretend to be offended and he made fake crying noises on the other end. I laughed and complemented, "not really sh*t face. You're wonderful!"

He chuckled. "Thanks parrot, love ya!"

"Love you to!" I exclaimed back rolling my eyes at our normal friend wars. Me and Harry were always doing that, insulting each other with out actually meaning it. We were so good at annoying each other. Mostly he was annoying, I just sort of played along with it.

"So will you marry me then?" He asked suddenly and I froze. That was not his joking voice, that was his serious voice.

I suddenly couldn't breath. "H-Harry?" I stuttered questioningly.

"Jen, I know we're not old enough but we can still say yes now, we can still promise to marry each other when we're older." His words pour into my ears, I can't move still, my breathing fast and panicked. What is he saying?

"Please Jen, say something, anything," he pleaded but I couldn't. He sighed. "I've been thinkin-"

He didn't get to finish his sentence though as I yelled down the phone, "shut the f*ck up Styles!"

"Jen," he tried to talk again but I stopped him yet again.

"Don't you dare Harry, don't you say anything else," I ordered him and his feeble attempts at struggling to say something to me stopped. "You listen here, Harry Styles. I have no clue what has gotten into your head, you've gone mad as far as I'm concerned. You want to freaking marry me? No you don't! We're f*cking best friends! What the hell are you saying?"

"Jen," he tried to talk again but I cut across him yet again.

"Don't Harry!" I shrieked and I suddenly realized that I was tearing up, my breathing ragged. "You're my best friend Harry, you can't do this, you can't be saying this." My voice broke and I couldn't continue.

"Jen, I'm sorry, it's the only way I could think of to-"he tried to explain.

"To what?" I yelled.

"To make you never forget me!" He suddenly shouted back. He sounded angry but I could hear him crying as well. He's crying. Harry is crying.

"Harry," I mumbled as I was shaking, tears splashing down my face. "I don't understand. Why would I forget you?"

"Because I have to go," he muttered, still crying.

"Go? Go where?" I questioned and instead of anger, worry filled me up.


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