Harry POV {Senior Year of High School}
Everyday I talk to Jane, the more I feel myself falling for her. She's funny, sarcastic, and ultimately just amazing.
It's January now and I'm still too pussy to ask her out. Everyday I tell myself I will, but I chicken out when we start talking. Liam makes fun of me for it.
Jane and I are good friends now, and I'm scared I'd ruin that. Also, what if she doesn't like me the way I like her? That would make it even more awkward and guarantee us not ever being friends.
We sit in her room Friday after school. Her bedroom walls are a pale yellow and her furniture is all white. She even has white sheer curtains for her room that allow an amount of sunlight in.
I look to Jane who has her light brown hair brushed into pony tail. She's wearing her sweatpants and a hoodie. She looks all cuddly to me. I just feel like holding her and kissing her skin that looks soft and touchable.
"Tim asked me out." Jane says up making my heart pinch and my stomach drop.
"Oh." I manage to say. Disappointment in my voice, hopefully it's not in my eyes.
"I don't know if I wanna go." She says casually. She leans against the headboard of her mattress.
"Do you like him?" I make myself ask.
"I mean," She pauses. "He's cute but looks like a dick. Is he one?"
"N-No." I say. "He's alright." I murmur.
"Alright?" She questions.
"Semi dickish." I say. "Anyways, I better get going, I don't wanna be late to dinner." I come up with.
I don't have dinner, my Mom is at work, and my Dad, well he left us when I was three. I don't know where he is, nor do I care.
"Okay. I'll text you later." Jane says. Her voice lowers.
I nod and stand up from her mattress and slip on my shoes. I soon leave her house.
Harry POV {Present Day}
I wake up to my arms stretched out across the mattress.
My eyes open and I see the same side of the bed that is made up and not touched. Sadness fills my body.
Even if it's been six years since...I still wake up with the emptiness in my chest and the sadness in my heart.
I'm still not used to sleeping alone and falling asleep alone. I don't think I ever will.
I get up out of bed before my mind starts filling up with more sad things.
I pick out my clothes for the day. My eyes ignore the side of the closet that was once Jane's. All of her clothes and shoes are gone. I haven't put any of my stuff there. It feels weird for me to do that.
I grab my usual Monday outfit and set it on my mattress.
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I'm downstairs getting ready to leave. I hear my maid call my name. "Mr. Styles you have a package!"
My eyebrows furrow. I didn't order anything.
I walk over to where my maid is at. She's holding a medium size brown box with shipping tape in the middle and sides.
"Who's it from? I didn't order anything."
"I don't know." My maid, Rose, replies. She hands me the box that isn't heavy. I walk over to the kitchen to grab something to open it with.
I take a kitchen knife of mine and run it down the middle of the box. I pull the sides up and see a note written on line paper. My eyebrows furrow.
To: Mr. Styles / Harry / Harold
I thought you should know what it feels like to be comfortable.
So enjoy your new pair of sweatpants.
I went up on a size on purpose so they'll still feel like your "casual slacks" that are loose fitting.
I hope ya like them Sir ;)
Hehe ttyl
~Eve
"Your new lady buying you stuff?" I hear Rose ask. My eyes peer up her.
"I have no new lady." I say. I put the note in the box.
"Hm." She says with a hum. "It's okay if you do, Sir."
I open my mouth to speak then close it. "She's a uh friend, if you'd call her one."
"Okay. I hope you and your friend work out then." I don't bother correcting her again. I'm too tired to argue.
I'll thank Eve when I get to work. I'm already late.
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I see Liam sitting in his office typing. His brown eyebrows are knotted together and he looks concentrated. I knock on his door that's open. His brown eyes wander up to me.
"Is Eve not here today?" I ask. She hasn't given my my morning projects and or files.
"No, she had an emergency." I make an 'oh' face. "I gave her, her the work so she should be good for tomorrow."
"Okay. Is she alright?" I ask. A smirk goes on his mouth. "What?"
"You've never asked about an intern before." My friend hums.
"If she's dying I'd like to know so I can replace her." I say making his eyes roll.
"Uhuh. Last year, a girl named Hannah was your intern and went into a diabetic shock at office and you didn't care."
"Who's Hannah?" I ask with furrowed eyebrows. Liam gives me a dirty look. "Anyways, thanks for telling me. I'll see you at lunch."
"Will do Harry. Tell Eve I said hello."
"Huh?"
"You guys like text and stuff, right?"
"Goodbye Liam." I dismiss the conversation and walk away.
I head to my office and close the door behind me. Once I'm situated I take my IPhone resting on the desk top and unlock it.
Me: thanks for the sweatpants
Eve: yep :)
Me: how much were they?
Eve: free
Me: how??
Eve: I gotta friend who shoplifts a lot
Me: ...
Eve: I'm just kidding haha
Eve: my friend works at a clothing store and gets clothes for free sometimes
Me: oh
Eve: yep
Eve: I cut corners a lot
Me: I can tell ...
Me: what was the emergency that you couldn't come in?
Me: if you don't mind me asking
Eve: a dog at the shelter had to be put down today
Eve: his name was Chip and he was a puppy
Eve:
Eve: this was chip
Eve: I was gonna adopt him and he had to be out down because he kept having seizures and passing out. I can't spell the condition he had
Eve: i was too sad to work
Me: oh
Eve: I got a dog bed and everything
Me: :/
Me: cute dog
Eve: I know :(
Eve: he was so good too
Eve: :(
Me: need anything?
Eve: besides chip?
Me: yes, besides chip
Eve: eh
Eve: I need a life
Eve: can you get me one?
Me: ...
Eve: hehe
Eve: no I'm good
Eve: I'm food shopping later because I only have eggs in my apartment
Me: that's depressing
Eve: you wouldn't know the struggle of being on a budget
Me: hey
Eve: hay is for horses
Eve: I'm gonna take a nap now, see ya tomorrow Mr. Styles :)
Me: I said call me Harry
Eve: because we're friends now, right? ;)
I don't like that I'm smiling at my phone.
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