One Shot I wrote for Carly on tumblr - .com/
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Best Friends
How had things ended up this way? Here I was, locked in my room, ignoring any calls from my 'perfect' boyfriend, and not talking to anyone. "Carly, please come and eat something…" my mum pleaded through my door. "No." I said, my voice muffled by the pillow I was crying into. "you sure sweetie?" "yes! Leave me alone!" I shouted, throwing a stuffed toy at the door. It missed completely and landed with a soft thud on the floor. "ughhh." I groaned, pulling myself off my bed to answer my phone. I looked at the caller id, expecting it to be him, I sighed when I realised it was only Harry.
"Hey." I said, falling back onto my bed. "Hi Carly. How are you?" he asked. "Yeah. I've been better, but I'm good. How are you?" I replied. "I'm good." "Do you want to come round or something?" I asked, wondering why he had called me. "Yeah, I've got nothing else to do. I'll be round in 5 minutes." I put the phone down and threw it over to the other side of the room. I loved Harry. He had lived down the road from me for 9 years. He was like my best mate; I didn't see him much at school though. We had completely different friendship groups; his only cared about grades and mine only cared about being popular.
I opened the door to see Harry stood there, his curls blowing in the wind. If only he would ditch the nerdy glasses and the stupid clothes, he might actually be quite cute. "you alright haz?" I asked, stepping out the way to let him in. "I'm good thanks." He replied. I closed the door behind him, watching as he walked directly into my kitchen. I could tell from his tone of voice that something was up, but with Harry, it was always better not to ask. I kicked open the door to the lounge and stumbled inside, dragging my duvet behind me. Harry followed me in 5 minutes later, stuffing his face with a sandwich of some sort. "so I see you found something already?" I laughed. "uh hu." he murmured. "what is it!" I gasped as some brown liquid sloped onto the plate. "uh…marmite, nutella, cheese, ham and only a tiny bit of sugar." "sugar, nutella and marmite! Harry, that's disgusting!" I squealed, making a grab for the plate. "get off." Harry laughed, grabbing my wrist and moving his precious sandwich out of the way. "no!" I shouted, clambering onto his lap, "harry. give me the sandwich. Before you make yourself sick!" "no, no, no, no." he laughed, throwing the plate onto the floor and wrestling me to the ground. "Oi fatty, you weigh a ton. Get off!" He laughed in my face before I rolled over so I was squishing him, "I weigh a ton? You weight more!" He shouted, groaning as I leaned more wieght onto him. With one final push, we rolled back over again, so my back was pressed to the floor.
Suddenly Harry stopped laughing and a look of shock appeared on his face. "Harry? What's wrong?" I asked, as he quickly got to his feet again. "I-I can't do this…" he stuttered, backing away to the door. "Do what?" I asked, puzzled at his sudden change of mood. "Act like this! Pretending that everything is fine! When it's not, it's not fine! I can't just go on pretending anymore!" He screamed, reaching for the door handle. "No harry!" I shouted, slamming my hand against the door before he yanked it open. "What is going on? Pretend like what?" I asked again. "Like I don't have feelings for you!" he yelled, throwing his hand to his mouth as quickly as possible. "You what?" I asked. I should have been shocked, but I couldn't seem to wipe the smile from my face. I could feel my stomach doing flips, why was I feeling like this? It was only Harry. "why are you smiling?" he asked curiously. Suddenly, it all became very clear to me, "Harry…I- I think I have feelings for you too."