Always the Bestfriend

“Listen Y/N…”

You were in the boys’ dressing room. You and boys have just finished your performances, and was resting for a bit as Liam and Zayn plan out your night for you. They were busy deciding what spots you’d hit tonight, while you and Niall sit comfortably together on their sofa while laughing at Liam and Zayn’s playful banter.

That was when Harry decided to pull you over on a quiet corner, “Have to tell you something, love.” You smile reassuringly at Niall as he reluctantly lets you go.

And here you are.

“No, wait. Me first.” You say.

“I’m sorry for last time. I should’ve come and talked to you. Should’ve asked if everything was okay. I was just… it was.. a shock for me. You and Taylor I mean.” You look down at ground.

“I don’t know, I guess I was a bit jealous of having to share my best friend.”

Harry couldn’t deny that this made him feel butterflies in his stomach.

“Y/N… I’m sorry if I didn’t say anything you. And don’t apologize for last time, it was me. I shouldn’t have raised my voice at you.” He hungs his head.

“It’s alright Haz.” You say as you rough up his hair.

“No it’s not. You’re my best friend, I should be taking care of you and look out for you - beat up other guys who would hurt you, not be one of them.”

You can’t help but smile at your best friend’s sweetness.

It’s that smile that makes Harry’s heart skip a beat, that smile that makes him wonder if there was more to you guys than being just friends.

He debates whether to tell you that you that it was absurd for you to be jealous of having to share him with anyone else, when here he was absolutely and wholeheartedly yours just like how he always have been since you met.

“About Taylor.. “ Harry begins.

And you cut him off, you couldn’t take the bitter taste hearing him say her name brought to your mouth.

“Harry, I get it. You like her. It’s fine, you’re allowed to date other girls without having to explain yourself to me. We’re friends, and I’m happy for you.” You try and smile, hoping Harry wouldn’t see right through you.

The last part took a lot out of you to say but although it hurt, it was the truth. Hearing yourself finally say it out loud and admit it to yourself felt like daggers were being thrown at you right as those words came out of your mouth.

Harry was taken aback. “I was wrong. Looks like we’re just friends…”

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Niall was watching you intently through all of it. He wanted to make sure you were going to be alright, that Harry wouldn’t say anything that upset you again.

He just couldn’t bare it every time he remembered how you looked that night, with tear after tear rolling off your cheeks and small, silent sobs you tried to keep to yourself but failed. He remembers the tears that stained his shirt wet at the places he held your face against his chest, holding you and trying to get you to stop tearing up over what Harry did.

“It hurt so much, Lou.” Niall tells Louis as he recounts to his best friend what happened that night the morning after. “It hurt seeing her cry over someone else.”

Niall’s thoughts were interrupted by Louis as he nudged his knee and whispered, “Just go over there.”

“They’re talking. What would I say?”

“Tell her, ‘Be with me!’ and swipe her off her feet.”

“Tommo, you’re crazy” Niall laughs.

“Well, so are you for secretly pining over Y/N for how long now? 2 years? You’re torturing yourself here, mate.”

Niall just scoffs and looks over to you and Harry again.

Louis sighs. “Fine, just tell them we’re going out to Nobu to eat before heading out to Cirque.”

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Niall goes over to you and Harry.

“Alright there?” he asks.

Once again, thank God for Niall. You didn’t know how long you could keep faking smiles and pretend being okay around Harry.

“Yeah, bud. What’s up?” You say as Niall puts his arm around you and you respond by putting yours around his hip.

Harry scowls at this gesture, but you shrug it off.

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You and the boys go out to Cirque, and like always when you spend time together it was great night filled with laughter and quips directed at each other. You and Harry manage to slide back into your old routine, and it felt like the weeks you didn’t speak to each other never even happened. The gang was back.

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