To: Harry- Oh. Well, its okay. But you really should make up your mind as to whether or not you are going to be nice to me.

I took a deep breath as I sent the text and followed Hattie out to her car. She drove me today to school since my car was in automobile Heaven and I haven't goten a new one yet. Although, I'm not always this lucky to catch a ride from her, since she has swim practice almost every day.

I sent the message to Harry and didn't recieve a reply, which wasn't unexpected. We got into the car and Hattie pulled out of the parking lot.

"So how was your first day back?" She asked.

"It was good, for the most part. Obviously I was really nervous walking in because of all this." I said, motioning to my face. The scars weren't absolutely horrible, but they were definitely present and I definitely look different than the way I did before. "Your pep talk this morning made it better though." Hattie had given me an encouraging talk this morning while we were getting ready.

"That's great! You don't need to be worried about what people think. They won't think any less of you than they did before." She said.

"Yeah, I had a major anxiety attack about it last night, but I realized its really not that big of a deal when I walked through the doors today."

"Well, I'm glad you had a good day back."

"Yeah, well, I saw Harry." I said. Hattie was one of the few people I could really talk to.

"Oh?" She asked, a concerned look taking over her face. She was the only one I told about my midnight visitor. I know my parents were hesitant about letting Harry see me in the first place, and they surely wouldn't have wanted him to come and see me when he did and in the state he was in.

"Yeah." I said quietly. It was silent for a minute before she spoke to me.

"Care to elaborate?"

"Well I saw him in the hallway and I just said hi, because you know, I thought I could just be nice and whatever, and I mean, after the conversation we had that night it just felt like we were connected in some way, as crazy as that sounds."

"It's not crazy, you two have been through a lot, not necessarily together but dealing with each other."

"Yeah, so I said hi, and he just turned around, looked at me, and ignored me. I mean, I don't know what I was expecting, but I just thought he could at least adknowledge me, ya know?" Hattie nodded, so I went on. "And then I was heading to the office to pick up some of my work that I missed from the accident, and he was in the hallway too, and I just...went off on him." I said.

"Really? Good for you, Pay."

"I don't know why I did. I mean, I forgave him and whatever, so I should just be done with the whole situation, but he just gets under my skin. I just don't know how he can do what he did and act the way he does."

"Well, Paisley, I think its that saying uh, 'its eaiser to forgive than to forget.'" She said, looking to me sympathetically, and I knew she was right. I had forgiven, just not forgotten.

* * * * * * *

I sat up in my room, doing my homework when my phone chimed in my back pocket.

From: Harry- I'm sorry. I just want to figure all of this out and I don't know how to.

Was he drunk again? Because that's the only time he seems to be nice to me.

To: Harry- It's not that hard. Just act pleasant to be around. We don't have to be friends or anything but just a hello, or even a nod of adknowledgement would be nice. We've been through too much to act like we don't know each other.

From: Harry- You're right. I'm sorry. I can't say sorry enough.

I know what Harry is going through. I'm confused as well. I want so badly to just let go of all of this and move on, but there is a little part of me holding onto it for dear life.

To: Harry- It's okay. I understand. It's all very confusing and hard to move on from.

From: Harry- Yeah.

Deciding his short response signaled the conversation was over, I put my phone down on the desk and returned to typing a paper for English. Therefore, I was slightly surprised when my phone chimed about ten minutes later.

From: Harry- Paisley...?

To: Harry- Yes?

From: Harry- Nevermind.

Well, what was he going to say? As always, Harry Styles had intrigued me and I wanted to know what he had to say.

To: Harry- No, what were you going to say?

It was a long time before I got a reply. I never thought Harry would suggest such a thing as he did.

From: Harry- Do you think we could ever be friends?

That was a good question. Being as I never really expected Harry to open up to me as he did, I had never even thought about us being friends, but it was now an interesting seed he had planted in my mind. Normally, I would never be friends with someone like Harry, just becuase he does things I disagree with. It's different though, now. Now that I know him and our interactions so far.

Harry is like a mystery flavor lollipop though--you never know what you're going to get. You can get the jerk I saw the first time in the hospital and at school today, or you could get the sweet, genuine Harry that just wants to be loved that visited me at three in the morning and is texting me now telling me how sorry he is. His mood flips like the switch of a light, and I don't know how a friendship would work when he is acting like that.

To: Harry- Although we are very different, I think the situation we are going through could bring us together, but only if we both want that.

I typed out the response and read over it once again before sending it to make sure it made sense. We've already been brought together by our experience, but we could only be friends if both he and I want to be friends. Only me wanting to be nice, or only him being all in will not work.

From: Harry- And would you want that?

His response surprised me. His arrogant attitude he carries at school made me think he would respond with a snarky comment like 'we're too different' or something like that.

To: Harry- I'm not sure.

I answered honestly. I don't know if I'd necessarily want to be friends with Harry. I have no problem being nice and civil, but being actual friends is another thing. Would it just delay me trying to forget about what he did to me? It occured to me that I had no idea what he was thinking about all this.

To: Harry- Would you?

I quickly typed back. It took awhile before he responded. This is probably new for him, letting other people know how he is feeling and what he is thinking.

From: Harry- I'm not sure either.

If I didn't know if he was confused before, I do now. From what I knew of Harry, it was unusual of him to not know what he wanted.

To: Harry- I'm just not sure if it would help us to move on from everything, or keep us stuck in the past.

From: Harry- I think I'll always be stuck in the past.

To: Harry- What do you mean?

From: I don't know, I just haven't felt the same since the accident, and not like in a 'I've changed for the better way'. I don't know. I just can't seem to get over it. Or over you.

My breath hitched as I read the last sentence. It seemed like he was pretty over me in the hallway today.

To: Harry- I think you're just confused, as am I. It will just take time I guess.

From: Harry- So you think it would be best for us to just go our own ways?

To: Harry- I didn't say that.

From: Harry- Well what do you mean?

To: Harry- I don't know. We could try being friends. But the whole healing process will still take time.

Alright, I had said it. I would try to be friends with him. Maybe it could help me to forget what he did to me if I actually know him. Maybe by getting to know him better and who he is as a person.

From: Harry- Let's give it a try, yeah?

To: Harry- If you want to..

From: Harry- I do.

To: Geez Harry we're becoming friends not exchanging wedding vows :)

I joked, trying to lighten the mood. If we're going to be friends I don't want it to be so serious all the time. That's no fun.

From: Harry- Sorry. So, do you want to like, hang out or something then?

To: Harry- Sure, I mean that's what friends do.

From: Harry- You could come over to mine? Or whatever you want, really.

To: Harry- Sure!

From: Harry- Uh, okay. We can talk and stuff, I guess.

To: Harry- Yeah, it'd be nice to talk about all of this in person.

From: Harry- I agree. Wednesday?

To: Harry- Sure!

So it was set. Harry Styles and I were going to be friends. I have no idea how we went from fighting in the hallway at school today to agreeing that we might be well off as friends. No idea.

Maybe Harry's mood swings are starting to rub off on me.

I won't deny that I've been thinking about Harry a lot. Just because of the unique bond we share in 'you almost killed me but I forgive you.' What angers me most about him is not the fact that he hit me while driving drunk, but his cold attitude towards me since.

This becoming friends thing could help with that though. Hopefully by becoming friends we can embrace our situation and work through it...together?

We'll see how it all goes.

* * * * * * *

"So tell me again what you're hoping to get out of this?" Hattie said loudly over the combination of the radio and air conditioning circulating through the car. She was giving me a lift over to Harry's, because, well you know my car is destroyed at the moment.

"We both just want to move forward and I think we're just, like, I don't know stuck on each other and the whole situation. I think we need to help each other move on." Hattie looked at me skeptically.

"Huh." She grunted.

"What?" I asked exasperatedly. I was wary of this plan in the first place but mentally convinced myself it was a good idea and now Hattie was going give me all her doubts and make me even more nervous on my way there.

"I don't know. I...just." she started.

"C'mon." I encouraged.

"I just don't want you to get hurt. He's not exactly...the best, uh, guy." she said slowly as if to hand it to me nicely. and she was right, and I know that.

"I know, but how much more can he really hurt me? I mean, really?" I said with a certain edge to my voice, as if to say this wasn't up for discussion. I had already gone through this in my head a million times, worrying if I was making the right decision or not. I couldn't sleep last night thinking about it.

But, I've made my decision, I'm going to go with my gut, which is very much unlike me, but just hope it all works out.

I was dressed pretty casual in black and grey polkadot print jeans and a graphic tee. I was nervous, to say the least, just because I didn't know which side of Harry would come out to play today. But, I'm going to give it a try.

Seemingly too soon, we pulled up to the address Harry had texted me earlier, and my jaw dropped.

"Oh." Hattie yelped in surprise. So it wasn't only me that wasn't expecting this.

What we pulled up to was not a house, at least it didn't look like that to me. This was a mansion. The building in front of us, was a huge, modern looking house. It had perfectly manicured lawn and a welcoming and friendly feel. I knew Harry got whatever he wanted, but I didn't think his parents were this loaded.

It was the kind of house you expected doctors and scientists, and really all the super smart, multi-talented students to come from. No offense to Harry, but I would never have expected someone like him to grow up here.

"I had no idea he lived here." I said, still in awe.

"Well, I guess his parents do well. Off you go, you don't want to be late." Hattie said, basically forcing me out of her car. "Good luck."

"Thanks." I said, shutting the door behind us. I slowly clamored up the driveway and along the front path up to the door.

My hand froze in mid-air as I was about to ring the doorbell. Never in a million years would I have expected to be hanging out with someone like Harry Styles. But here I was. And there was no going back now.

With two seconds of adrenaline-rushed courage, I rang the doorbell, and patiently waited to see the curly-haired boy on the other side.

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