13. “You can’t keep pretending it didn’t happen, cause guess what? It did!”14. “Just please be my best friend right now, not the guy I just confessed my love to.” 46. “What if I told you I’ve been in love with you since we were kids.”46. “What if I told you I’ve been in love with you since we were kids.”“Harrrrryyyyyy” you giggle into your phone. “Can you please pick me up please please please?” “Are you drunk?”“Only like a little” you pause, “okay yes I am very drunk… but I am being a responsible adult! And I am asking you to pick me up!” you say through thumping club music. Harry chuckles into the phone, “Of course, just text me where you are”You and Harry had been best friends since you were kids, always there for each other when the other needed them. Harry was always your go-to person to call, you were able to tell each other anything. The two of you had been through a lot together, but your friendship meant a lot to the two of you. A few minutes later,he hops out of his car and searches for you. It gets hard to spot one drunk in a sea of many. The bar was loud and smelled like cheap liquor and sweat. “Harrrryyyyyyyyyy” you half sing half yell in his direction. He smiles and walks over to you. "Let’s get going, yeah?“ he takes your hand and leads you outside, helping you climb down the steps and into his car. After making sure you could put on your seatbelt properly, he climbs in himself.
“You would have done the same for me” Harry laughs. “Well yeah, because I love you, Harry” you say smilng at him with your eyes half open. “Awe, I love you too” he says as he pulls into your driveway. “No! You don’t get it! I love you! You’re my best friend and I love you more than a friend! Like for reals!” you declare enthusiastically. “But you’re never going to find out! Because its a secret! Shhhh!” you say, putting a finger over your lips, still giggling.Harry looks at you in shock. Not sure what to say, he escorts you to door, you were in no state to discuss this tonight. He helps you get into bed and you quickly fall asleep.The next morning you wake up with a killer headache. The mother of all hangovers. Too much cheap liquor and definitely not enough hydration. You moan, not wanting to get up. To your surprise, Harry walks in your bedroom in what looks like last night’s clothes and hair in need of a brush. “Harry? What are you doing here?”He hands you a glass of water. “After I took you home, I decided to stay here, in case you needed anything. You were pretty hammered” he grins. “Thanks again for taking me home, I definitely wouldn’t know what I would do without you” you smile back. Harry pauses. “What exactly do you remember from last night?” “Tequila. Lots and lots of tequila. Not much else” you say setting the cup of water on the bedside table. “Why what happened? What did last night me do?” Harry clears his throat, “You, erm, you told me you loved me… ‘like for reals’…”“Oh god” you flop back onto your back and put a pillow over your face. “No no no no no, this isn’t happening” you say into the pillow. Damn tequila.“Did you mean it?” Harry asks after a long pause. You remove the pillow from your face and stare at the ceiling. “I may have meant it.” you say quietly. “But I never wanted to tell you because I knew it would change our friendship” you sit up in your bed, “and our friendship means way too much to me for it to be thrown away by a drunken confession. Let’s just move on and forget I said anything. I don’t want this to change anything” you plead. “You can’t keep pretending it didn’t happen, cause guess what? It did! And this does change things, even if you don’t want it to” he says seriously. “I know” you say softly. “Just please be my best friend right now, not the guy I just confessed my love to.” “Why can’t I be both” he says after a long pause of silence. You look up at him in confusion. “What if I told you I’ve been in love with you since we were kids.”“I would tell you you’re lying”“’s no lie. Its hard not to fall in love with your best friend if your best friend is you” Harry says honestly, not breaking eye contact.You pause in confusion, is this really happening? “Then, I would probably smack you for keeping that a secret for so long”“I’m just glad you feel the same way” he says, relieved. All you can do is stare at him. Feeling a mixture of elation that you share the same feelings, frustration that either of you hadn’t mentioned it sooner, and pain from your ever-present hangover. When Harry said your confession would change things, he wasn’t lying. “So… where do we go from here?” you ask.
