The Pact. 12.
It was exactly 11am when Mads pulled up to your house. Honking once & not seeing you made her impatient, so she honked again, and again until she saw you running out like a headless chicken. “What the hell is wrong with-“ You stopped mid sentence, noticing Mads was crying. “What’s wrong?” You asked, concerned as to why your best friend was balling out her eyes behind the wheel. “Mads, tell me,”
“We’re over,” She sniffed. “Who? You and Aiden?”
“No, I mean yes. I just- I just don’t understand,” “I mean, it’s not the first time you break up. And maybe this is for the best. You guys just need time apart, like a long time apart. Maybe you guys aren’t for each other & maybe you will be one day, just not now,”
“Yeah, could be,”
“Do you wanna come in and watch some movies instead? No more party means no more mall”
“Oh no, we’re still going to the party,” Mads wiped her tears dry and buckled her seatbelt again. “I’m going to show someone what they’re missing out on,”
#harrystyles #harrystylesimagine #textingimagines #onedirection #niallhoran #louistomlinson #liampayne #zaynmalik #textingharry #textingharryimagines #textingharrystyles #textingharryseries #imagines #texting #textposts #textingharryfanfic #makebelieve #kendalljenner #gigihadid #bellahadid #elenagilbert #lilycollins #txttharry #theptxth