Liam came over to my apartment the next day for lunch. We normally eat lunch together every other weekend, so I was excited when I remembered that it was this weekend. Our Sunday lunches always included gossip and whatever hot guy we saw in the grocery store.

"You look extra happy today. Did something happen yesterday?" Liam hums, standing beside me as we cook.

"I guess you could say something happened, it just won't be what you want to hear," I smile, tucking a strand of hair that had fallen into my eyes behind my ear.

"If it has anything to do with Harry, I want to hear it. That man is quite possibly the hottest man on Earth."

I gasp, swatting at him with the back of my hand, "You're dating Louis." I laugh.

"Oh please, even Louis finds him attractive. He told me that when he found out Harry wasn't gay, he didn't talk to him for weeks because he was so upset," Liam says, raising his eyebrows. I laugh, shaking my head, "So tell me what happened between you two."

The story was rather long and by the time I had finished telling him, the food was done and we were sitting on my couch getting ready to eat, "So, yeah. We decided that we just want to be friends," I finish, looking up at Liam to see his reaction.

He sits there, looking at me with his mouth slightly open, "Are you dumb?"

"What?" I choke on my food and reach over to take a sip of water.

"I said are you dumb? You must be dumb. Like really fucking dumb," Liam shakes his head.

"He was obviously painting you Friday, Aurora. He said the main focus was green?" I nod my head, "Honey, your eyes are even greener than his. He took a picture of you that way he could have something to look at while he paints you. There's no way that man just wants to be friends with you."

Thinking back on it, I realize that he was right. He could've easily told the model how to sit and how to pose without having me there, "Oh my god. I am dumb. Really fucking dumb," I sigh, letting my face fall into my hands.

"I mean, I'm sure he wants to be friends for now, but if you ask me, he doesn't want to stay that way forever. Neither do you," he says and I knew he was right, "Although why you don't just go ahead and claim him now beats me. With that face and that body, he could get any girl he wanted. Especially with his personality. Everything about him is perfect, Rora."

"Liam I already told you. I don't know if I'm ready to be in another relationship yet. That's why we're just friends," I sigh, feeling as if I've repeated this to myself for the past month and a half.

"I know, I know. I just think that Harry is the perfect guy to start a relationship with. You two obviously have feelings for each other. Why not just go ahead and give into them?"

What he was saying made sense. Harry was the perfect guy to start a new relationship with and I knew that somehow, I was already starting to fall in love with him. I just couldn't bring myself to love him when I wasn't sure if I still loved someone else. If only I could just see him again and we could talk, I'd know for sure.

"Have you listened to any of his music?" Liam asks me and I immediately shake my head no.

"Listening to his voice hurts too much. He used to sing to me all the time when we were together and I can't bring myself to listen to his songs," I reply.

Liam nods his head, twirling around the food on his plate with his fork, "I heard that he's going on tour next year and he's coming to Italy."

I already knew he was going on tour. I keep up with the news about him and what all he's been doing, even though I probably shouldn't, "Yeah...I know," I sigh, pushing my plate of food away from me. My appetite had disappeared the more and more I thought about him.

"Maybe you could meet up with him?" Liam suggests.

The thought of seeing his face again after all of these years made my head spin. I knew that by just hearing his voice, I would immediately break down into tears. I also knew that seeing him and talking to him would put my mind at ease.

"Maybe," I shrug my shoulders, not knowing what I wanted, "I've tried calling him before but I always hang up after the first ring."

"You know what I think you should do?" Liam hums, "I think you should forget about him. Forget about what you two had and let yourself fall in love again."

If only he knew how many times I've tried to forget him. I've tried completely blocking him out of my mind, but how do you do that when they were the only thing running through your mind for three years? You can't just brush off three years of being in love and act like it never happened. Liam of all people should know that. He went through the same thing, except they were never engaged.

"I know you're probably thinking you can't ever forget about him, and I agree. I thought I'd never forget about Abigail, but once I met Louis, it was like she never existed. Louis became the center of my universe the moment I saw him."

Harry did make me forget about everything when we were just talking and spending time together. It was when I told myself I couldn't fall in love with him that I remembered everything. Maybe if I weren't so focused on not falling in love, it wouldn't be so hard to forget.

"I should listen to you more often," I laugh.

"That's what I've been trying to tell you," Liam laughs with me.

"Enough about me," I sigh, bringing my knees up to my chest, "Tell me about how serious you and Lou are getting."

Blush breaks out across his face as he goes into detail about his relationship. I sit quietly with a smile on my face, my heart warm at the thought of my best friend being in love.

"I think I'm going to marry him," Liam sighs, a wide grin on his face.

"It wouldn't surprise me if you did," I smile at him. Liam and Louis were the types of people that when you saw them together, you knew they were going to last forever.

He rambles on about more stuff they've done together and I enjoy every second of it, "We're thinking about taking a trip to Sicily in two weeks. You should come."

"I don't know, Li. I don't think third-wheeling would be too fun," I laugh.

"Then invite Harry," he suggests.

I hum softly, not knowing if I wanted to go or not, "How long were you thinking about staying?"

"Only a week. You could get someone else to watch over your shop while we're gone. You are the boss you know."

Sicily was a nice place to go and relax. I've only been there twice and both times I enjoyed it. The beaches were always crowded, but if you got there early enough or late enough, they weren't as bad.

"Okay. I'll go," I decided. Liam smiles, pulling me in for a hug.

"Just don't forget to invite Harry," he raises his eyebrows. I roll my eyes, promising that I would invite him.

The rest of our time together goes by rather quickly, and before I knew it, we were saying our goodbyes and I was closing the door. My apartment becomes lonely the minute he leaves and I stand in the middle of my living room, not knowing what to do.

I think about calling Harry and asking him if he wanted to come over, but we've spent the past three days together. Some time alone might do me some good. With it only being four in the afternoon, I didn't know what to do with myself. This is how I always spend my Sunday afternoons. I don't know what to do with myself all day and end up just sitting on the couch watching romantic movies, a bowl of popcorn beside me.

As I'm watching the movie, my phone buzzed, alerting me that I have a text message. I smile when I realize it's from Harry.

The Artist- Did you get my gift?

A- I did. It was very unnecessary, but thank you very much.

The Artist- I had to pay you back somehow. You had to know I wouldn't let this slide.

A- The picnic was payment enough.

The Artist- Come to lunch with me tomorrow?

A- My lunch is at 12.

The Artist- I'll be there.

How could simply texting someone make me so happy? The thought of us spending time together tomorrow sent chills down my spine.

The rest of the night I couldn't focus on anything else but Harry. I kept getting glimpses of his green eyes or cheeky grin and I couldn't help but smile. The movie playing on the television no longer mattered as my own movie played in my head. I couldn't keep this whole just friends thing up much longer. It's as if my body craved him in a way I didn't know it could.

That's when I forgot about him. I forgot about everything we had and the time we spent together. I forgot about our late night talks and kisses when neither of us could go to sleep. I forgot about the day he proposed to me and the day we first met. I forgot about the songs he wrote for me and the way his voice sounded as he sang them to me.

I forgot about my first love.

I forgot about Niall Horan.