For some reason, I'm stuck on her, and if I can just be friends with her, get a little closer, I'll be able to get her out of my head.

I gave myself a little encouraging pep talk as I walked to the door. Hanging out with Paisley Evans is certainly not something I thought I'd ever be doing, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

If the images of her and the guilt don't go away on their own, give it a little help, and that's exactly what this is going to be. Once I can look past this all, I'll go straight back to my old ways and old life, which is what I want.

I approached the door and saw her through the window, standing on the front porch. I opened the door to see those shocking blue eyes, those eyes that fucking haunted me, and a smile on her face.

"Hi." She said a bit nervously.

"Hi." I said. This was awkward. We'd hardly ever had any communication in person, except for when I was wasted off my ass, and now here I am letting her into my house. This is weird for me. Never have I not had the upper hand, but with her, everything is different. I'm almost afraid of her, and care about what she thinks. "How are you?" I asked, letting her into the house.

"Very well. You?" She asked politely.

"I'm, uh, good." I said. There was a minute of silence, as neither of us knew what to say. "Uh, so nobody else is home, so we can go to the basement. There's like, a TV and stuff." I said. She nodded and we started heading that way.

"Nobody's home? What about your parents?" She asked.

"They're out of town. For work. They're usually gone three or four days of the week." Her eyes kind of widened at that. I guess she didn't have a family that bailed out on her.

"Oh wow. Do you, uh, have any siblings?"

"Nope." I said.

"So you stay here all by yourself?" She asked increduously. I chuckled at her response.

"Yes."

"I would be so nervous sleeping in a house this big by myself. I'd feel like a murderer would try to kidnap me in the night." She said.

"Yeah, I try not to think about that." I answered truthfully. We sat down on the couches in the large basement. I haven't been down here in a while. I used to come down all the time when I was younger and had friends over and we would play video games and whatever. We don't really do that kind of stuff anymore though.

It was silent for a minute, as neither of us knew quite what to say. This was a horrible idea. We are too different and have nothing in common.

"So how is your breathing?" I asked, trying to start a conversation, but regretting it after I said it as it must be a sensitive topic for her. She surprised me by smiling though, acting as if it didn't bother her at all.

"Really good, actually. I feel mostly the same most of the time. At the top of the stairs I get a little winded, but other than that, and the breathing treatments every week, which are a pain in the butt, it's okay." Just hearing her be okay about it brought a little relief to me. As if the guilt was just a little lighter than it was before. And it was a good feeling.

"I'm glad. I'm sorry, again." I said, but still unable to look into those eyes.

"It's okay. But lets not harp on that. This is supposed to be fun." She said. I could tell she was a little nervous, but other than the telltale signs of her body language, her confident voice didn't show it at all.

"Okay." I said, a bit wary.

"I want to get to know you. We really don't know anything about each other." She said, readjusting her legs so she was sitting criss cross on the couch, her body turned towards me.

"You know where I live, and who I live with." I said sarcastically. She frowned and I knew I had to perk up. This wasn't going to work if I was an asshole all night. "But I don't know that about you." I tried again.

"I live in the subdivision across from the stoplight where..uh, yeah." She said, realizing she was bringing up the accident, but quickly recovering. "And I live with my mom, my Aunt Kara and my cousin Hattie. I don't have any siblings. My mom and dad divorced five years agao and my uncle Murphey died a couple years ago, so we moved in together."

"Oh." I wouldn't have known she didn't have the typical family situation. She was one of those model-type people, so I assumed she would have a model-type life. "What are you into?"

"I actually really like photography, so taking pictures and stuff, as lame as it sounds." She said with an adorable little giggle at the end. Yeah, an adorable giggle.

"Oh, that's actually realy cool." I said.

"What about you, Harry?" She asked.

"Uh.." I said, trying to think of what I should say to her. It would only be slightly rude and totally ignorant to say that I enjoy partying and doing crazy shit with my friends. "I like to hang out with friends and stuff."

She seemed to catch on to what I was getting at and just nodded. The way she so easily sits there as I blatantly say I like to get myself into trouble drives me crazy. She should be so mad at me, she should hate me, really, but she doesn't. She just sits there and is civil to me. She doesn't judge me.

"I just can't keep my shit together when I'm around you." I suddenly blurted, her eyes going wide at my unexpected words.

"I'm sorry." She said, bringing her hands together in her lap and fiddling them together nervously.

"No, it's just, I don't understand you. How can you sit here and not be mad at me. How can you sit here and be nice to me? How can you sit here and not judge me for all that I have done." I burst out, letting it all out.

"I don't want to be mad, Harry. It takes a lot more energy to be mad than to just move on and accept what has happened."

"I know, but I'm sitting here telling you I like to do bad shit and you don't say anything."

"Well, I don't agree with it, but it's not like I can make you a better person or change the way you are." Her answer came so smoothly off her lips its like she didn't have to even think about what she was saying before she said it. And those words shut me up. The silence engulfed us, her words still hanging in the air.

My face suddenly broke into a smile, my head resting proped up in the palm of my hand. "You're one of a kind, Paisley Evans."

Her blue eyes met mine. "As are you, Harry Styles."

After that, we went upstairs to get something to eat. I ordered a pizza because we had nothing in the house, and my mother is not here to make dinner, though she rarely is.

We were still bouncing random facts about ourselves, which was refreshing and something I hardly ever did before, as my normal friends just show up, party, and leave. When the pizza arrived, I had learned more about her in this small amount of time, than I know about my friends to this day. And it was...nice, refreshing even.

"I think this will be good for us, Harry." Paisley says as we are sitting at the counter eating the pizza right out of the box."

"Yeah?" I asked. I don't know what she means by 'this.' Being friends? Working through this shit? I have no fucking clue, but I'm not going to look like an idiot next to her.

"I mean, we're both so different, not in a bad way." She started, "But just, I mean, like, we can't change what happened, but we can make the best of it."

"I just don't know how this whole friend thing will work out." I admitted. I don't want to be the ass, but she just pointed out how different we are, which will make it hard for us to be friends.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, are we going to do things you enjoy or I enjoy? Because I don't think we'll be on the same page, there." I said, suddenly getting angry at the fact that we were so different and that she thought we could actually hold a nice friendship where we become really close. "You won't get along with my friends, and I doubt I'll get a long with yours. I just don't see how we could become friends."

"We're acting as friends right now." She said, her voice smooth, as if my harsh words hadn't fazed her at all.

"Yeah, but how long can we do this, sit in my basement making bullshit small talk?"

"I don't think that's what it is. You know what Harry, we don't have to do this. If you don't want to, I'll leave and we'll forget it ever happened."

"No." I stopped her. I don't want her to leave.

"It's the accident that we can't forget though, and it's the backlash of that we're trying to get through."

"I know. It's just. How will we be friends?"

"We'll just go day-by-day. Yeah, we don't exactly enjoy the same things, but we've got to find something in the middle."

"I mean, I guess."

"Just hanging out would be enough. We don't have to center our social lives around each other. But seeing each other often and forming even a slight bond could heal the hurt we feel towards each other." Was she a high school student or a therapist, cause I'm not sure.

"Okay."

"Well." She asked.

"Well what?"

"Well, do you think we could do it?"

"Yeah." I answered truthfully. I really do want to be friends with her, because as much as I want to deny it I can feel this strange air drawing me to her, connecting us in some way. It sounds crazy, and I sure as hell wish I didn't feel it, but it's there.

"Okay then." She said happily, her mood changing from serious to happy before I could even blink. Then again, who am I to talk?

"We could do this again, I suppose. Next week, maybe?" I said.

"Sure. Do you want to come to my house or we can do it here again." I'm not going to her house, not yet. Her parents are probably still pissed at me, and even though I just agreed to a friendship with Paisley, I'm not throwing myself into the fire with her parents just yet.

"We can do it here." I said.

"Okay. Well, I've gotta get going. I've got loads of homework, so."

"Yeah, yeah. I'll walk you out-"

"Actually, uh, would you mind giving me a ride home? I don't have a car yet, and-"

"Sure." I cut her off. She didn't need to explain. It is my fault she doesn't have a car.

We walked up and outside, getting into my car.

"So how are you getting to school?" I asked, wondering how she got there if in fact her car was still getting repaired.

"Well, it's different everyday. Hattie has swim practice most days, so either my mom drops me off or I walk." She said, her cheeks getting red when she said her mom drops her off. Her embarassment is cute, but it also sends guilt rushing through me that she has to walk and feel embarassed because her mom drops her off, all on account of me. Here I am, unscathed in yet another way, while she has to suffer.

Before I could even think through my actions, the words come tumbling out of my mouth, driven by the powerful guilt overtaking me. "I could drive you."

She looks at me surprised, as she should. I've never actually offered anyone else rides to school before because it's not my responsibility to look after someone like I'm a fucking babysitter. "Are you sure? I don't want to be a bother." She said. Only Paisley would feel bad about this. Only she would feel bad taking rides from someone who totaled her car.

"It's, uh, fine, yeah." I said, more convicing myself than her. "I'll pick you up at seven, okay."

"Sure." She said, pointing to the street I needed to turn on and then her house. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow then."

"Yep, see ya." I said. She got out of the car, shutting the door behind her and walking up the driveway.

As she walked into the house, she gave a slight little last wave to me, and I backed out to go back home.

The night wasn't half bad, definitely not what I'm used to, but I guess I'll give it another try. I'll have to, now that Paisley and I are friends.

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