Hello Again (one shot)

I've loved him ever since the beginning.

He was there for me when I needed someone.

He was there for me when I needed a shoulder to cry on.

He was there the whole time.

But somehow, the communication between us..stopped.

No more text messages, no more calls.

Here I am, at a local pub, drinking my sorrows away.

It's been seven years. Seven years of not talking to him, and I still love him. I still remember everything so vividly.

He was 17; captivating brown eyes, dimples across his cheeks, fluffy dark brown hair. Though he was seventeen, he looked more like a nineteen year old.

Every girl in our school had adored him. I used to think, "why? he looks plain to me."

I fell for him a year after that.

I've told him basically everything; it was hard to lie to him. He would know when I lied or not.

I told him what I felt a few months after. Of course, it didn't go as I planned; he ended up saying he wasn't ready for a relationship.

We were happy after that. It was never awkward between us. He never had any girlfriends, and I never had any boyfriends. We were basically like a couple; but without the label. We would tell people we're best friends, but none of them believed us. We only kissed twice; it wasn't like we were together.

Not like it mattered anyways.

And now I'm 24, living in Manhattan, a successful author. I left the country and a guy from a publishing company offered me a job at the big apple.

Right now, I'm drowning myself with shots of vodka and tequila.

I gulped my 11th shot.

"You know, that's your 11th shot now."

Without looking who the person was, I answered back, "why do you care? Can't you just please bugger off?"

"Tell me what's wrong."

"Well, what's wrong is that I'm a successful fucking author and I'm drowning myself with shots because I remembered the guy I fell in love with in high school. Which was seven," I hiccuped, "fucking years ago. Isn't that fucking great?"

I miss him. I do. All those good morning and goodnight texts, those calls I get at 3 in the morning saying he's bored and wants to talk to me. Him comforting me when everything was bad.

"And who is this guy?"

"His name's Daniel. He was my best friend. I don't know why, but our communication was fucking cut off and I'm just so fucking sad because I feel like everything was my fault," tears brimmed down my face, "I'm so pathetic."

"Still the same" he laughed.

I ignored his annoying comment, and ordered another shot. Who is he to judge me?

"Describe him for me."

Still looking at the bartender in front of me, I described him. "We didn't even fucking gave it a chance. I didn't even ask him what he really felt, because he wasn't ready for any relationship. I just didn't want to get rejected and make our friendship awkward. I just miss him so fucking much. I don't even know how he is anymore and-"

"How do you know he doesn't feel the same way back? What if he was just scared you'll end up the same way as his ex?"

"I was never like Annalise. We were like polar opposites and I would never hurt him. And how would you know he liked me back? You're not-"

Wait a minute, I never mentioned anything about Annalise before?

"Look at me."

I looked at the stranger, I was startled.

I've been talking to him for almost half an hour and I never bothered looking at the stranger beside me.

Except he wasn't a stranger.

The guy I've been looking for, for years.

The guy I'm in love with all this time.

My best friend.

"Danny..."

I felt like a seventeen year old again.

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a/n-

Tried a one shot!!

do you guys like it? I can't seem to think of another chapter to write for saving audrey rn but I'm getting to it!

hope you liked this x