I never told anyone this, except Harry of course, but my dream is to become a singer. I've been writing and singing songs since I could remember. So, here I am right now scribbling down song lyrics about how I'm feeling, my tears falling on the paper.Some people live for the fortune
Some people live just for the fame
Some people live for the power, yeah
Some people live just to play the game
Some people think that the physical things define what's within
And I've been there before, and that life's a bore
So full of the superficialSome people want it all
But I don't want nothing at all
If it ain't you baby
If I ain't got you baby
Some people want diamond rings
Some just want everything
But everything means nothing
If I ain't got you, yeahI tried to stop my tears, but they wouldn't stop. Why did I have to feel like this? I've been friends with him for such a long time, and my feelings crashed into me like a train.
I heard a faint knock at my bedroom door. I don't want anyone to see me like this. "Go away." My voice cracks.
Disobeying what I said, my door opened. It was my dad. "Stella, what's going on?"He came closer to me.
I broke. I couldn't even breathe through my sobs. My dad sat on my bed and took me in his arms.
"I-I love him." I cry out. This is the first time I admitted my love. I love him?
He brushed his hands through my hair trying to comfort me. "Shh, shh. I know sweetheart." Even my dad noticed before me.
I think this is the first time I had such a vulnerable interaction with my dad. I didn't know how to feel about it.
I let go of his hug. "I don't know what to do." I wipe my tears, finally getting a grip of myself.
"I know this may sound cheesy, but I think you should just follow your heart. I see the way he looks at you. He loves you so much."
I huff. "Just as friends though."
My dad shakes his head. "No, not like that."
"So you think I should tell him how I feel?" I question. For once, I'm going to take his advice. Actually, I think this is the first time I asked my dad for advice.
"Yes." He simply says as he stood up. "I know he feels the same." He gives me a reassuring smile before leaving my room.
I think about our conversation over again. I was scared to talk to Harry. How would I even tell him? I mean, he has a girlfriend. Why would I put myself in a position to ruin his relationship?
I didn't hesitate to take out my phone and call him.
"Stella?" His raspy, British voice said through the phone. As if he couldn't be anymore perfect, he's British.
"I hate fighting." I say sighing.
Harry doesn't say anything for a few seconds. "Come over?"
I smile. "I'll be there in 20." I say, hanging up the phone.
I run down the stairs making my way to the " door. "Where you going?" My dad questions.
"Does my face look like I was crying?" I ignore his question.
He shakes his head. "Heading to Harry's?"
I'm nod, leaving.
When I get to Harry's, I walk in without knocking.
"Harry?" I walked into his bedroom.
When I saw him, my first instinct was to hug him. Being in his arms felt so good. "Can we please never fight again?" I mumble against his chest.
Harry pulls out of the hug and looks at me. He opens his mouth, about to say something, but he decides against it. He just nods his head.
"Want to catch up on Pretty Little Liars?" I asked.
Harry smiles. "Fucking finally. I've been waiting to see what happens." There was a tone in his voice that didn't seem genuine.
"You watched ahead, didn't you?" I narrow my eyes.
He looks down at the floor, grinning. "Maybe."
"Ugh. Un-fucking-believable." I rolled my eyes, laying down on his bed.
He laughs. "Do you just want me to tell you what happens?" He lays down next to me.
I shake my head. "Nope, I'm making you watch it all over again." I grab the remote and put on the show.
Harry puts his arm around me and I rest my head on his chest. I love him. I thought to myself. I just want him to know so bad.

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Just Friends. [h.s]
FanfictionA guy and girl can be just friends... right? Stella and Harry have been friends for what seems to be forever. Once Stella realizes she has feelings for Harry, will things ever be the same? Will Harry ever feel the same way? One thing's for sure, Ste...