Lets go back to the present...
So, that is how I, like every other girl in the world, fell for Harry Styles. Although unlike all the other girls, I actually knew him and spent time with him. Over the first two weeks of Harry's stay we had spent almost every day together, me, Harry, Louis and sometimes Louis' best friend Stanley came to join in the fun too. Trips to the park, the bowling alley, the swimming pool, no matter what we did Harry always seemed to manage to make me laugh. Everyday I fell a little bit more in love with Harry and everyday I managed to convince my self to build up the courage to tell him, and every night all my courage disappeared and I would start over again the next day...
BANG! I woke up at at 3am as the front door slammed shut. Louis and Harry must have arrived home from Stan's party. I yawned and stumbled out of bed, thinking I might as well go get a drink now that I was up. My throat was too dry to be able to sleep again. I padded down to the kitchen, my bare feet sticking slightly to the wooden stair steps, to find Louis and Harry sitting at the kitchen table, both sipping on cups of coffee. I ran my fingers through my messy hair in a desperate last minute attempt to make myself look presentable to Harry. Maybe he went for the messy hair look? I could always hope. His gorgeous eyes pierced me when I entered the kitchen, full of excitement.
"Hey guys, good night?" I asked through a fake yawn, trying to be all 'Oh, Harry's in my kitchen, I'm cool with that'. Louis wiggled his eyebrows at Harry.
"Yeah, some of us more than others, eh Harry...?" his voice was full of hidden meaning and as I poured myself a glass of water.
"Hmm..." was all Harry said but he was smirking as he glanced at his phone screen.
"Why, what happened Harry?" I said, looking at him through my eyelashes. When he smiled like that it killed me, it was unbelievably cute, all innocent and dimply. It was all I could do not to throw myself on him.
"Harry met a girl!" Louis blurted out and I think my heart actually missed a beat. Or three. There was a moment of dead awkward silence as my heart collapsed.
"Oh, cool" I finally managed with a small smile, trying to hold back the tears that suddenly seemed desperate to escape my eyes. I felt my cheeks flush as images I didn't want to see started to penetrate my mind. Harry talking flirtatiously to some tall, leggy girl in a dark corner. Harry teasingly pulling said girl onto his lap, pushing a strand of hair away from her face. Harry kissing her. All these images had ran through my mind before, the only difference being that the girl was me.
"Um, well I'm off to bed" I muttered, turning my back quickly so they wouldn't see when the tears began to fall. My life was officially over.
I cried myself to sleep. It was stupid I know, there had never been anything going on between me and Harry really, but for a minute there I had thought there could be. There was something about this boy, something I didn't understand. I know what you are going to say, every frickin' girl in the country is in love with him. But I wasn't in love with him. Well I was but unlike all those other girls I wasn't just a weird fan, I actually knew him. I just...felt so connected to him, like he was my other half in this world, like everything in my life would be ok as long as I knew I could have him. One tiny stupid part of me toyed with the word soul mate. It was stupid I knew and I was mad at myself for even thinking like this. Well if this was fate, it sucked. I don't know why I collapsed so much over a boy, it was so unlike me.
When I woke up the next morning my eyes felt tired from all the crying. I had no idea how I would be able to face Harry without losing it. Although now that I could see the daylight shooting through my curtains I had to admit I felt that last night was maybe a bit of an over reaction. I put it down to tiredness. I was also terrified that Louis would figure out what was going on, that boy could read me like a book. So when I glanced at my clock to see the time was 11am I did the only thing worth doing at time like this, I shoved my head under my pillow and blocked out the outside world. When I finally surfaced at 3pm and went down to the living room my heart was torn again. How much more pain could it take before I actually died? I quickly tore my eyes away from Harry and the girl, instead looking to Louis who was lounging on a chair flicking through TV channels.
"Wow Taylor, you look like crap" he greeted me and I frowned at him.
"Yeah I slept well, thanks for asking..." I said sarcastically and Harry chuckled. My eyes automatically flicked to him, his arm slung lazily over the girls shoulders. She was beautiful of course, I expected no less. Long blonde thick hair, sparkling blue eyes and flawless skin. Beautiful...but a little fake. You could tell that her hair wasn't naturally that colour and that her skin wouldn't be so perfect when attacked with a make-up wipe. I instantly hated her with a passion.
"Want to come to Nando's with us tonight?" Harry asked and I shook my head quickly and left the room.
"Is she ok?" I heard Harry ask and Louis mumbled something that I didn't hear. Next thing I knew there was a soft tap on my bedroom door.
"Go away" I muttered, tears falling silently down my face but the door opened anyway. Louis looked at me in shock for a minute before shutting the door behind him and coming to sit next to me.
"Hey Tay, what's up?" he asked worriedly. I understood why, it was a rare occasion in which you saw me crying.
"Nothing" I muttered unconvincingly and he rolled his eyes.
"Oh ok, you are just crying for the fun of it" Louis said sarcastically and I bit my bottom lip to try and stop the sobs. I could practically see his brain clicking as he put 2 and 2 together and came up with a big fat number 4. He was smart, it didn't take him long.
"Is this about...Harry?" he asked, his eyes widening in shock. I just shrugged my shoulders, there wasn't even any point in denying it.
"Oh Tay, silly girl" he said softly as he pulled me into his shoulder and I just lay my head there and let my tears wet his shirt. After a few minutes my eyes ran dry and I shuffled away from Louis, wiping my eyes with the back of my hand.
"Taylor" he began seriously but I cut him off.
"I don't care ok? I don't want to hear a lecture on how Harry is a heart breaker or how I am way out of his league or any of that crap you are about to spout to make me feel better" I said stubbornly.
"It's true though! And Harry thinks you are great Taylor, truly" Louis said and I nodded a little.
"I'm just being stupid, I know its a crush and I will get over it, I would just prefer it if he wasn't with anyone else whilst I got my head around it" I said and Louis chuckled.
"Don't want much do you" he teased and I couldn't help but laugh a little.
"No, so if you just go tell him that yeah? Much appreciated" I joked and Louis held out his hands to pull me up.
"You would never have gotten my permission to date Harry anyway" Louis suddenly said and I glowered at him.
"Your permission? I hope you are joking Louis!" I said and he just smirked.
"We'll see. Now get ready, I'm not going to Nando's with them two alone" he said and I nodded and headed for the shower. I could totally just be Harry's friend, I was going to be the best god damn friend he had ever had. Who was in love with him, of course, but we could just ignore that little detail.