It has been a long road with Harry. You two had grown up a few houses apart. You spent every waking moment together as kids. Your world had been small and comfortable, filled with secrets and scraped knees. As you slowly grew into teenagers, holding hands on the playground turned into lingering stares and hesitant smiles. Then he left

It wasn’t personal, he was chasing his dream. You told yourself it was for the best, you were too young and it wouldn’t have lasted. Sure, you felt a little left behind, but you were happy to watch him skyrocket to fame even if it was just on your tv. You thought that was the end but fate wasn’t done yet

During one of his breaks from his band’s seemingly endless tours, he came home, and for a moment, you thought you could make it work. It didn’t. The cameras, the constant attention, the world that revolved around Harry, it was too much for you. It ended amicably but no promises of continued friendship lessened the pain

You both sort of lost touch with each other and you once again found yourself watching Harry from afar. The headlines never stopped, but you did your best to avoid them, until one caught your eye: Harry Styles is Engaged! You’d found out from a magazine, not him, it hurt more than you could say. Then no invitation came and you didn’t ask for one

You’d come to terms with it until frantic knocking on your door broke through your quiet evening. It’s late and you’re not expecting guests. You begrudgingly shuffle to the door and open it. Harry is standing on your porch in a tux, out of breath with disheveled hair. His chest heaving like he ran all the way here

“I couldn’t do it,” he said, "It was all ready, but it's not right, she's not right. She's not you"