Best Friends

Chapter 5.

Ali came back to my house after the dance last night and slept over, like she does almost every night. The dance was alot better than I anticipated. I haven't talked to Harry because he has made no effort in talking to me so I figured why even bother. I need to cool down anyways. If I see him now I'm not sure whether I would scream at him or cry.

Right now Ali and I are eating lunch and watching reruns of "The Bachelorette", our go to show for any day. I mean what would to you do if you had 20 guys falling in love with you? I can't even get one guy to fall in love with me.

Right as the date card got dropped off, my doorbell rang. I figured that it was just my brother who forgot his key before he want out. "Ughh why can't he ever remember to bring a key with him?" I asked before getting up to open the door. "Dylan how many time do I need to tell you to bring your key?" I yelled at him as I opened the door. It wasn't until the door was fully open and I looked up, that I realized that it wasn't my brother on the other side, but Harry.

"What do you want?" I asked him, already not wanting to talk to him.

"I need to talk to you. Please Avery." He said pleading.

"Fine." I said, heading up to my room so Alison wouldn't have to hear.

"How are you doing?" He asked.

"Quit the small talk Harry." I told him.

"It's not small talk Aves, I seriously want to know how you're doing." He said.

"Seriously?" I asked not believing a word he was saying, but he actually nodded his head. "Okay then, we'll let's see considering the fact that I left yesterday to tell my date that I was going to be leaving them to keep you company, then I get back to find that you left me for some skank that was busy with 5 guys before, totally dumping you to the side, yeah I would say that I'm doing great." I sarcastically replied.

"Why does it matter if I was making out with her? She was my date you weren't! I didn't ask you to go with me I asked her! Which is-" I couldn't take it anymore. I cut him off. I know he didn't ask me. I knew that for so long. I cried about that for so long. How could he be this rude, telling me right to my face that he asked her not me. I know that.

"Don't fucking start with me Harry. First, I never said anything about you not asking me. I know you didn't. Noah was my date anyways. And it matters because when I tried to be there for you, to comfort you pretty much, you were busy with the girl that was the reason behind the whole thing!" I screamed at him.

"Are you jealous?" He asked smirking.

"With how you're being right now? To your best friend? No not at all" I said

He just laughed, smelting down at me.

"Harry I swear to God-" I started before he cut me off.

"Oh shut up and stop being such a little bitch. That's all you ever do! Bitch and wine about everything and I-" I couldn't stand this anymore. What happened to my best friend?

"Get out Harry. Get out of my fucking house. Don't ever talk to me like that again." I was furious with him. "You're supposed to be my best friend." I said on the verge of tears.

"Yeah well don't worry. I'm not any more." He said calmly then walked out of my house. Out of my life.

Oh my God.

What have I done.