You deserve to be happy.

After a horrible break up Nola meets Harry Styles, a cute and shy boy. Just her age. Will they fall in love or will the pain be too much for Nola.


2. Still Hurt?

Nola's POV:

Dear Diary,

It's been three weeks since you left. The only person I've really talking to about all of this is Harry. He's such a nice guy. I doubt he would ever have feelings for me. He's the most attractive boy in town! Except Jasper of course. Jasper hasn't tried to make any contact with me. Which just shows how much he cares. But I shouldn't want him to make contact with me, right? That's the #1 tip to get over someone. Close off all contact. Right. Oh, Harry's here. Better Go. Bye.

Love Nolaaa~

I slammed my diary closed and threw it under some clothes right as Harry walked in my bedroom. "Oh hey!" I grinned. He held two mango passion drinks, he grinned at me and handed me one. I looked at it. "Harry! Call me! 232-8987 <3" I read out loud. I looked at him, an eyebrow cocked. His face flushed red.

"Oh that's uh." He stammered and quickly traded me drinks. "That's nothing." He grinned sheepishly and took a sip of his drink.

"Flirting with the coffee girl?" I said, leaning back in my desk chair. He took a seat on my bed and blushed even brighter. I don't know what it was, but something in my heart was hurting. I looked at his coffee cup again. I wonder if he'll actually call her.

He looked at me, "I wasn't flirting. She was. And that's a rare occurrence for me, ya know?" He took another sip. "So, what are we doing today? It's only 12, we've got time for anything." He grinned.

"I don't know. I don't feel like doing anything." I said, a drag on my voice. "I'm just kinda.. I don't know. It's just one of those days." I shrugged softly.

"You have alot of those days." He looked out the window with a blank face. "I don't like those days."

"Well sorry. It's all part of the package." I stared at him.

"I guess I'm gonna go. You can come over if you want." He said with a slight anger in his voice.

"Harry. Don't go."


"Harry please." I begged, "I'm sorry." I stood. He kept walking. I watched him walk to his car and drive away through my window.

"I screw everything up don't I." I whimpered. "I need to apologize." I grabbed my keys and ran to my car. He was pretty far ahead but I could catch up. I got in my bug and began the drive to his house.

20 Minutes later.

I finally got to his house. His car wasn't warm so he had been home for a long time. I walked up to the door quickly and walked in, which we usually did at each others houses. I had cried a little bit in the car and hoped it didn't show. I heard his voice in his room.

"Yeah, I just don't know what to do Emily. She's always sad, it's been three weeks.She should have gotten over it by now. She got jealous today when she saw your number on my cup. I think she likes me, but I don't know if I want a girl that emotionally damaged. I value our friendship, it's just difficult when you kinda have feelings for someone who's constantly talking about her exe." Harrys deep voice traveled easily through the door. I sat next to the door, my head in my hands. I was such useless shit. Even Harry thought so. He stopped talking and i quickly stood, He can't find me here. But I was too late. His door opened and he looked at me.

"Nola.. What.. What are you doing here?"

"I'm sorry.. I wanted to apolagize.. For being sad.. And emotionally damaged. I'm sorry." I began towards the door. Tears streamed down my face. "I'm sorry."

"God Damnit Nola." He cursed. "Listen Nola. I didn't mean it like that.. You see I-"

"No it's okay.." I wiped the tears away from my face. "I'm so sorry.. You won't have to deal with my jealousy or damagedness and everything.. You'll never have to deal with me.." I opened the door. "I'm so sorry Harry." I walked to my car quickly. "Two awful things in one month.. that's a new record.." I laughed sadly to myself in the car. Harry ran to my car.

"Nola. Open the door." I started the ignition.

"Gonna be stubborn?" He yelled, and stood in front of my car. "Go ahead. Run me over." He yelled.

I honked my horn loudly. "Move!" I screamed. He looked at me and shook his head. I stopped my car and got out.

"What?! What do you want?!" I shouted. "You don't want me here. Or near you! Go back to calling your precious Emily." I yelled.

"Emily means nothing to me." He shouted back. He was in my face. "Don't you understand? Anything?!"

"If she means nothing than why were you talking about me?! Saying I'm so emotionally damaged?! You know what I'm going through!" I shouted. Tears began streaming.

"Yeah. I know." He backed up. "That was fucked up by me. But were always talking about your problems I wanted someone to listen to mine. I'm sorry." He said, pushing his hair out of his face. His face had turned a bright pink from yelling and getting angry. "It's just.. hard. Having to listen every time we hang out, 'I miss him.' 'I don't know what I did wrong.' 'I'm so worthless.' When I'm right here telling you how much you mean to me, how you're my bestfriend, it's like, does my worth not mean anything to you?! It's just hard being friendzoned ok?" Small angry tears were rolling down his face scarcely.

"You have feelings for me?" I whispered.

"I do." He looked at me, "I really really do Nola."

"I have feelings for you too." I said back. And his eyes lit up.

Without breaking eye contact he pulled me close and held me tightly. "Nola.." He whispered in my ear.

"Yes?" I asked softly.

"Kiss me. And mean it."

I pressed my lips to his, and we held each other tightly.

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