My name is Alana Marie Goldberg. I’m eighteen years old, and I’m from Cheshire. Harry Styles from One Direction is my best friend. We have been best friends all through our childhood, and I always supported him, through the X- Factor.
What I loved about us was there was never anything romantic. Everything with him was easy, and I could be myself, and he could be himself. We never had that kind of feeling for each other, and that’s why we have gotten along all these years. Plus, I had a boyfriend now, and he was back in the dating game.
The boys were on break, so Harry and I were spending a lot of time together because I missed him dearly. I hadn’t seen him for six months, because they were on tour for their album. Today Harry and I were hanging out in his flat and playing truth or dare.
“Alright Styles, truth or dare?” I asked.
“Hmm…truth.” He said.
“Alright, do you fancy anyone?” I asked.
“Yes, but she’s not into it, so it’s nothing.” He said.
“Who is it?” I asked excitedly.
“No, no, wait for your turn.” Harry laughed.
“Fine.” I said sadly.
“Truth or dare.” He asked me.
“Truth.” I smiled.
“Have you ever made it all the way with Timmy?” Harry asked.
Timmy was my boyfriend.
“Personal! But no, it’s not the right time, and he’s too jealous so I don’t think it will last anyway, and I don’t want to throw it all away just because. I want it to be special.” I said.
“Aw how sweet! Aren’t you a little romantic with an old soul.” Harry joked mockingly.
I playfully smacked his arm, and he started hugging me.
“So who’s the girl!” I asked.
“She’s just no one okay? She’s not interested. She’s already with someone.” Harry said sadly.
“Aw Harry! She’s the one missing out. You still have me.” I said kissing his cheek.
“Yeah, yeah and Timmy.” Harry laughed.
I gave him a “Don’t-go-there” look.
“I’m just saying he hates when we hang out. Why are you even going out with him, he never gives you space.” Harry said.
“He is really sweet.” I said.
“Whatever.” Harry smiled.
“Well I need to go home, but are we still on for dinner? Here right?” I asked.
“Yeah babe, see you later.” Harry said walking me to the door.
I left his house, and drove home. I wanted to know who Harry’s mystery lover was, but he would tell me on his own time.
I drove to my house, and got ready for dinner with Harry. We would probably have a movie night after.
I called Harry.
“Hey there you.” I said.
“What’s up? Couldn’t stand being away from me?” Harry joked.
“Are we going to have a movie night after dinner?” I asked.
“Yeah, if you want. Bring pajamas, you can spend the night if you want.” Harry said.
“Yay! Okay, I’m really excited you know I missed you so much, you need to tell me all about the tour.” I said.
“Alright. I’ll see you later babe. Bye.” Harry said.
“Byee!” I shouted and hung up.
I was really excited to see Harry. I know I hung out all day with him, but I missed him a lot when he was away. I was picking out clothes when my doorbell rang. I rushed downstairs to go get it.
“Hey baby.” Timmy said kissing me.
“Hi, what are you doing here?” I asked.
“I wanted to see you.” he said.
“Oh, well, I’m off to Harry’s in a bit, so I can’t talk.” I said.
“Why don’t you cancel, and hang with your boyfriend instead.” He said.
“No thanks.” I answered.
“What? Why?” he asked getting angry.
“I haven’t seen Harry in six months. I miss him so much it hurts. I want to spend time with him.” I said walking to my room to finish getting ready.
Timmy followed.
“Why do you have pajamas?” he asked.
“Babe, I’m not doing this with you.” I said.
“Doing what? Just answer the question.” He said.
“I’m spending the night at Harry’s.” I mumbled.
“Why?” he asked.
“Because I want to. You don’t own me; I can do what I want. Harry is my best friend, and you need to trust nothing will happen.” I said.
“I trust you.” Timmy said.
“Good, now I need to go. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” I said and kissed his cheek, running down the stairs.
“Alright, love you.” he said.
“Yeah.” I agreed, and jumped in my car.
I drove to Harry’s flat. I was a little nervous, I don’t know why.
I got inside the building, and knocked on the door. I could hear music coming from inside, and Harry was singing. I knocked again, and there was no answer. I turned the knob, and the door was open. I walked in, to find Harry dancing around the kitchen to Hips Don’t Lie, by Shakira. He was singing and making tacos.
I waited for him to calm down a little, and he went back to standing in front of the stove. I walked up from behind him, and wrapped my arms around his waist.
“Oh my God Alana you scared the crap out of me.” Harry said with a smile, kissing my forehead.
“You are a great dancer.” I laughed.
“Ha. Ha.” Harry said smiling.
I continued to watch him cook.
“Smells good.” I said.
“Thanks.” Harry laughed.
I missed that. Suddenly my eyes welled up with tears, and I flung my arms around Harry’s neck.
“What’s wrong? Did something happen with Timmy?” Harry asked concerned.
“No, well for me, but I don’t know, but that’s not why I’m upset.” I said.
Harry held me for a little while, then he set the table, and we started to eat.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“I missed you a lot Harry.” I said.
“I missed you too kid.” Harry smiled.
We sat and ate for a little while, and then Harry went and picked out a movie. We were going to watch Insidious. I hated scary movies.
“Harry, this one is scary!” I said.
“You’ll be fine.” Harry laughed.
He sat down on the couch, and I sat next to him. He had brought out some blankets as well. Within the first half hour of the movie I was already scared shirtless. I was near tears.
“Harry…” I whined.
“Come here.” Harry said.
I crawled into his lap, and buried my head in his chest. He had made me feel so safe, with his strong arms protecting me. Timmy never made me feel this way. Was I getting feelings for Harry? No, I just hadn’t seen him in a while.
When the movie ended, I was still holding onto Harry.
“Can I sleep with you tonight?” I asked him.
“What about Timmy?” he asked.
“I don’t care Harry, I’m scared, and you will hold me.” I said.
“Alright, alright. What happened with you and Timmy earlier?” he asked.
“I don’t know if I’m into him anymore.” I said.
“Wait. Are you going to end it with him?” Harry asked with a hint of a smile in his eyes.
“I think I am. I’m sort of interested in another guy.” I smiled.
“Who?” Harry asked.
“It’s nothing yet.” I said mocking him.
We spent a while talking and laughing, and catching up. Finally, I fell asleep on him, and he carried me into bed. He laid down next to me.
“Mind if I only wear boxers?” he asked.
“No it’s cool.” I laughed, rolling over and falling asleep.