One Direction One Shots (CLOSED)

“How Harry? How? How could you possibly love a girl like me? There are much prettier ones out there! Most of them probably aren’t heart-broken. Most of them are probably way more beautiful than I’ll ever be. So how? Why?” I ask him, tears streaming down my face as I scream at him across my room.

“Because those girls aren’t you, Zhyzhia! None of those girls can ever compare to you. I know you’re broken, but that’s why I’m here! I want to help you get better; I want to fix you. And maybe along the way, just maybe, you’ll fall in love with me like I did with you,” he responds, walking towards me, holding his hands out with a pleading look on his face.

“Harry, I can’t do this. I’m not ready. Not after what happened with Paul-” I start to say, but I stop when he interrupts me.

“Paul, paul, paul! He’s all you ever talk about. If he hurt you so much, then why do you keep talking about him? Why do you keep obsessing over him like you two are still together?” Harry shouts at me, blazing fury in his eyes when the subject of my ex-boyfriend comes up.

“You know what? I don’t need this. If you really love me, then get out and never come back! I never want to see your face again!” I yell back, pushing him out the door.

He cringes away from me and walks towards my door. “So this is it?” he asks, his voice cold.

“I guess it is,” I say to him, my eyes red and puffy. “Goodbye, Harry. Have a nice life.” And with that, I slam the door in his face. I lean against the door, sliding down on to the floor as I pull my knees up to my chest and start to cry even harder. What had I just done? I had just gotten rid of my best friend; my best friend who was in love with me.

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I couldn’t take it anymore; I needed Harry back in my life. A day without him was like a day without air; maybe it was him all along. Maybe I was I love with him, and I just never realized it. I needed to get him back. But how?

Without thinking, I throw on a jacket and head towards my front door. I put my hand on the doorknob when I hear someone outside singing. I listen closely and hear whoever it was was singing my favorite Coldplay song: “Fix You”.

But no one even knew that I liked Coldplay. No one except-

Harry.

It had to be him.

I threw open my door, and a wide smile spread across my face when I saw my best friend standing outside of my apartment, a guitar in his hands as he sung. He saw me in front of him and stopped, placing the guitar next to him and walked up to me.

“Zhyzhia, I’m sorry,” he begins. “For everything. I’m willing to wait for you until you’re ready. I just want you to know that I love you.”

I throw my arms around his neck and smile. “I love you too, Harry,” I say before kissing him.