Always the Bestfriend

I was waiting for her at the hotel lobby so we could go up to our rooms together, like we always do. Maybe I could clear the air out with her as well, explain why I haven’t told her about Taylor. Explain how it was truly nothing special, and that was why I hadn’t thought of telling her about it. Maybe tell her just how much I’ve missed her while she was away doing promo and we were on tour.

Tell her that when she was away, every time something funny happened all he wanted to do was tell his bestfriend about it. Sometimes even when his day was uneventful he would still want to tell her about it, and was excited to hear her tell him about her day as well. He loved hearing her talk about her day, no matter how mundane it was. He loved hearing Y/N talk about anything really. He loved knowing it was his Y/N on the other side of the phone talking to him. Harry catches himself at that thought, his Y/N. His. It sounded so right.

But then, Y/N’s face when the boys told her about Taylor flashed back in Harry’s mind and he couldn’t help but feel a tug in his heart. He wanted to hold her in his arms right there and then. Deny everything, tell her it was nothing special really. Tell her… “Ugh”Harry sighs to himself. What would he tell Y/N?

That he’s always felt an affinity for his bestfriend from the get go? Like he’s always belonged to her and that was the reason why he was always defensive whenever the boys tell Y/N about a certain girl they felt like Harry was flirting with? It sounded absurd, he was Y/N’s bestfriend after all. That was that.

Besides he wasn’t sure if it did bother Y/N that he was talking to other girls. After all didn’t she spend the rest of the night talking with Niall about God knows what. “Lovey dovey up in their little corner, eh?” Harry thought to himself feeling jealous, as he hungs his head.

A few moments later, Harry looks up and sees Y/N and Niall entering the hotel lobby. Niall had his arm around Y/N and she had her head resting on Niall’s shoulder.

“I knew it. I can’t believe I was feeling bad about talking to other girls, when here she is…”

Harry’s thoughts were interrupted by Y/N's voice calling his name. He feels the familiar tug in his heart and his anger brought about by jealousy disappears when he hears this. It was amazing really how Y/N could affect him just by saying his name.

“Were you waiting for me?” Y/N smiles sweetly up at him, and he knew she got him wrapped up in her little finger.

“Uhm, yeah. I thought maybe I could take you up to your room.”

Then he sees Niall out of the corner of his eye, and jealousy creeps back in. “But if you’d rather Niall take you, it’s fine!” He snaps.

He turns his back on Y/N and walks away. Just as soon as he took his first step away from her, he regrets it. But he couldn’t turn back now.

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