Chapter one
We've been friends for as long as I can remember. Since before his voice broke, before he grew taller and started dating girls and way before he became the drummer of the best boy-band in the UK. If you haven't yet realised, I'm talking about the amazing Harry Mark Christopher Judd – drummer, star and my number one best (male) friend.
As I said earlier, I met Harry before he was the infamous drummer of the number one boy-band in the UK, McFLY. Before he dated his first girl-friend, and before he turned one of his latter ones into a lesbian. We now have this little personal joke going that whenever a girl dumps him, not matter how long they've been going out for, or how many dates they've been on; she's always turning into a lesbian because of him.
Secretly, and yet not so much – I have had feelings stronger than what you have between two friends, towards Judd. He doesn't know about them… and probably never should. I know what he thinks of me – "best friend, like a little sister you are"… ugh I'm not wanting another brother out of him.
I am (because I haven't introduced myself yet), Emily; age, 22 and a qualified speech pathologist. I know… sounds like fun yeah? Well I love it and it really is more enjoyable than you think. I get to work with kids and it's truly fulfilling when one doesn't stutter anymore.
Harry is 24 and I met him years ago, when I went to England for a holiday with my parents. I loved it there so much, and making a friend just made it that much better. I kept in touch with Harry over the years, but when I got to choose a place of study for the final year in my course and London, England was on the list, my name was down in a heartbeat. I have been here ever since… I just couldn't bring myself to leave. The sights and smells of the place bring back childhood memories that photos just never could, and that's always amazing.
In coming back to London, and meeting up with Harry again, I found new positives in him. I mean… I knew I always liked him. But not in the way that I do now. His smile, laugh and facial expressions haven't changed since we were little, but I now find myself looking at them in a new light. He has grown, and I mean drastically taller… and he has matured nicely.
I knew we would get along better than ever before with my return to England, but I was hoping for a little more than "sister".
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"I turned another one," Harry said, opening the apartment door freely and walking into the living room/bedroom part of my small place.
"How'd you manage it this time? Did you try another one of those pick-up lines… but too late?" I laughed joining him on the couch and switching on the TV.
"How'd you know? Yeahhh it seems those things only work as an opening, then girls seem to think you should be more… ahhhh what's the word?"
"Polite?... Masculine?... Courteous?..." I asked, receiving a dirty glare from the male next to me.
"Mmm, maybe something like that," he laughed. "So what are we doing for dinner tonight?" he said changing the subject and the channel.
"Hey I was watching that!" I replied, snatching the remote from him. "And I can't do anything for dinner tonight; I'm going out with friends,"
"What? Am I not a friend anymore?"
"No you are; but these are some people I work with and we organised this small outing to get to know the new people,"
"You have new people?"
"Uhuh, a guy and a girl. They started two days ago… they're both really nice," I said, staring aimlessly at the TV screen.
"Oh, a guy does the stuff you do… is he gay?" he laughed, a low rumble that made his shoulders rise and fall with each chuckle.
"No. actually he's not. I think the girls are trying to set him up with someone… he's single and good looking, I mean all positives right?" I asked.
"Mmm I guess…" he said, now staring pointlessly at the TV screen.
'This isn't really like him, it's odd… all these questions and then a reply like that… I just don't get him right now…' I thought to myself as I rose to my feet.
"Sorry I have to go out now, just close the door once you want to leave; it's on auto-lock," I said grabbing my coat and walking out the apartment, keys jangling away as I walked.
Before I knew it I had reached the elevator and was entering it.
Hot on my heals was Harry, "oi, wait up will you?" he said in a puffed English accent which still secretly took my breath away.
"What are you doing? I thought you were gonna hang around at mine for a while…" I replied holding the lift door open while he jogged into the waiting elevator.
"Nahhh, no fun without you there," he grinned and I died. Well I didn't actually die… but if I had, I would have died happy. Seeing that smile of his, the goofy one that he only shows me. I think I just died again.
The lift went down in silence… well relative silence… there were some noises from the ride but that was it.
'4 levels to go… I think I can do it. But I have to time it perfectly. Then I can just… sprint out of the elevator and straight to my car. Wouldn't need to see him for a while at least,' I thought to myself.
'3 levels… god it's now or never,' I said turning to Harry, who at the same time turned towards me.
Before I knew it, I was being pushed up against the wall of the elevator with a forceful kiss that didn't end till we hit ground level. The doors opened and he bolted out of the apartment block.
"That bastard… he had the same idea as me…" I said out loud, touching my lips. I had a while to think of what to do about this, but before I did anything else… I needed to sit down.
