Elliot's POV

2015, a fresh start. I have successfully avoided Harry, much to my heartbreak because it took everything I had not to answer the phone when he called. I just can't put myself in that situation again, the paparazzi are finally leaving me alone, fans are a little better. I still get noticed but they're a little bit more respectful.

Things have finally been figured out with our accounts for the studio. A blessing in disguise is that since being seen so much with Harry, my studio is busier. So much so that I had to hire another instructor. We're even getting celebrities taking classes, it's weird to “rub elbows” with people you see in the movies or who sing your favorite songs.

Harry was set to come home sometime this week. I haven't talked to him but I remember from when we did talk that he was going to be back the first week in January.

I knew from the beginning, from when I found out that he was indeed Harry Styles that getting “involved” with him was a mistake. First we constantly denied being nothing more then friends, then when I thought we were getting somewhere he still kept me in the friend zone, when we camping and I thought this was it, we were going to be together like I wanted and he had to leave. Then I find out he lied about breaking up with Zoe and now she's having a baby, he's denying it's his but I just don't know.

I finally decided to get out of bed. It's Friday and I should be working but I took the day off. I've realized that even though I'm the boss now and don't teach classes as much I'm just as tired if not more then I was before and way more stressed out.

I peeled off the covers and stretched. I heard commotion in the kitchen and quietly walked down the hall to see Joe emptying the dish washer.

“Good morning!” He yells just a little loud.

“um, Hi Joe.” I laugh at him and pull a plate out for breakfast.

“Taking the day off today I assume?” He asks me finishing up with the dishes.

“Yeah, just need some rest.” I assure him as I wait for my toast to pop up.

“Well that's good. Big plans for the day then?” He asks.

“Nope, just probably laundry and cleaning.” I curl myself up in the chair and stare out the window.

“You know, you have to talk to him eventually.” He speaks in a low tone.

“Actually I don't. I owe him nothing you know, we wern't ever anything but friends, sometimes friends grow apart.” I raise my eyebrows, he's been taking Harry's side more then I would have liked.

“Well, just give him a chance. I know you were more then friends, or on your way to being more then friends. I gotta go to work, see you when I get home.” He walks out and leaves me to my thoughts.

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A knock at the front door pulls me away from the tv. Daytime television really does suck. I quickly look out the window and see no cars, I don't really want to answer, thinking its a salesman but they keep ringing and knocking on the door.

Finally giving up on ignoring them, I walk down the steps and open the door to see none other then Harry. Great.

I open the storm door, “Hi.” He says shyly as he holds the door open.

“Harry.” I hate talking to him like that, talking to anyone like that to be honest but I just can't put myself through this whole thing again.

“Can I come in please?” He asks as he starts to walk in the door and I put my hand out to stop him.

“I'd rather you didn't.” I tell him and he frowns.

“Okay.” He takes a deep breath and takes a step back. “Can we talk please?” I raise my eyebrows as if to let him know to continue. “Not here, since you won't let me in can you please come to my house?” I roll my eyes and cross my arms. In all honesty just seeing him, I want to hug him, and kiss him, and just be with him but I need to keep my ground.

“Please?” He pleads with me.

I close my eyes slightly and nod in agreement.

“Thank you, you can come anytime.” A slight, nervous smile creeps across his face and I force myself not to smile as I shut the door and lean against it for support. What am I doing?

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I take the familiar drive to Harry's, once I had found out about everything I came over to give him his key back, I had no use for it anymore. I left it on the counter, I'm sure he's seen it. I punch a familiar code in the gate and drive in when it opens.

I carefully knock on the door waiting for Harry to answer. When he finally does he seems surprised to see me.

“So I'm here.” I tell him awkwardly as he moves to the side and displays his hand as to welcome me into his house. Everything is obviously still the same, just messier because it looks like he just got home.

“Um, sorry I didn't really have time to unpack, I thought you wouldn't come.” He nervously runs his hand through his hair.

“Well, I figured we could get this over with.” I drop my bag on the floor and plop on the couch. Harry takes a seat across from me and leans his elbows on his knees.

“Look, Elliot, I'm sorry, I know now I shouldn't have lied.” He starts.

“Why did you Harry? If you would have just told me the truth we wouldn't be in this situation right now.” I remind him.

“I wanted to tell you the truth, but I just couldn't, I didn't want to lose you.”

“So lying about breaking up with your girlfriend is a sure way to keep me around then?” I ask with my arms crossed defensively.

“I'm sorry.”

“You can't just keep saying that.” I take a deep breath. “I just don't understand why you had to lie about that. I would have still remained friends with you if you had a girlfriend. I mean, I can take a lie here and there about little things, like what you had for breakfast or what color shirt you're wearing but being in a relationship with someone? That's just low.”

“I know, I don't know what I was thinking but once I started it I couldn't seem to tell you the truth, it was stupid.”

I just want to sit with him.

“Is there anything else you want to admit?” I ask.

“Well, I know I told you the baby isn't mine, but after talking to Zoe more, there's a chance it might be.” He looks down instantly ashamed.

“Okay.” It's all I can get out, quickly looking down to not make eye contact with him.

“We're doing a DNA test once the baby is born to see if it's mine or Jared's, her friend who she cheated on me with.

“You think it's yours?” I ask.

“I kind of hope not to be honest. She lied to me about taking the pill when she was supposed to.” I sense some anger in his voice.

“Well if you didn't want one you should have worn a condom Harry. This isn't all her fault. It sucks being lied to doesn't it?” I remind him. I get so tired of people not taking responsibility of their actions.

“It does, but this involves a child, and if it's mine then I'm going to be a dad, I'm not ready for that. It would have been nice to know she wasn't taking her medicine responsibly.”

I nod in agreement.

“Yeah, it's nice when people tell the truth, isn't it?” I smirk.

“I can't say I'm sorry enough, please Elliot, if you can't be in my life like I want you to can we please still be friends?” He asks and I'm kind of taken back, in his life like he wants me to be?

“What do you mean in my life like you want me to be?” I ask him.

“Well, my big plan when I came back was to tell you that I wanted to be with you, as in boyfriend, girlfriend. But now that I see how much I hurt you I understand your reservations about being around me.”

I know he hurt me, but it breaks my hear to see how somber he is right now. I take my time to answer and actually look at Harry. He looks tired. His eyes darting nervously back and forth between me, the floor, and the kitchen. He has bags under his eyes and his hair is falling out of his man-bun that I used to constantly tease him about.

“When did you get back?” I ask him.

“Today, I got off the plane and came straight you see you.” He tells me. “I made you something.” He tells me as he practically jumps off the couch to dig in his bag he left on the counter. He fishes around until he pulls out what looks like a CD case. He turns back to me and I can't help but look confused.

He now sits down across from me and hands me the case. In Harry's chicken scratch writing I see “Mandolin Rain.” I must look extremely confused now.

“I know it's your favorite song so while I was away, I learned the words and recorded it for you.” He explains and I can't help but smile.

“So should we listen to it?” I ask standing up.

“NO!” He practically shouts at me and I turn surprised. “Sorry, it's just embarrassing so you should just listen to it later.” He tells me.

“But I want to listen to it now.” I whine. “Why don't you just sing to me.” I suggest.

“It's weird, I can't just sing to you, it probably doesn't make sense, but I can sing in front of thousands of people but not to just one person.” He tries to explain.

“Maybe one day?” I ask.

“Maybe.” He tries to hide his shy smile.

I can't believe I'm doing this.

“Okay Harry. Here's the thing. I missed you. I don't care if you're having a baby, that was before you even met me so I can't say anything. All I care about is you telling me the truth now. I appreciate honesty, and not being lied to so please remember that.”

He looked up at me with a sparkle in his eyes for the first time today.

“So, your giving me another chance?” He asks nervously.

“I guess. But lying and I'm out, I'll forgive the lying this time but I won't forget it..” Before I can finish he's pulling me up to my feet and embracing me in a bone crushing hug. I have no choice but to hug him back and breath him in. God, I missed this.

“I missed you, I'll spend our whole lives making this up to you.” He promises me and I can't help but believe him this time.

Notes

Back "together", so cute. And I think if someone sang a recording of one of my favorite songs I would just die. Regretful Harry, as how it should be.

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