We were about three weeks into the Press tour when it was finally time to go to the States. I was pretty excited about it seeing as it’d been almost 4 months since I’d been in America, I was even starting to lose my accent. As far as tour went everything was pretty good. I’d been pretty much everywhere in England now, and now we were on our way to Dallas. The American tour only had six stops; Dallas, Atlanta, Washington D.C., NYC, Denver and LA. I was especially stoked to be going back to Atlanta.
Will was going to pick me up so Harry could come home for a few days and meet my family. I hadn’t seen my parents since I left.
After the plane touched down in Dallas I couldn’t even tell you how it felt to be in America again. Harry grabbed my waist and carried my USA Gymnastics bag while we walked through the airport; Eleanor and Louis together, Liam and Danielle, then Zayn and Niall. Perrie was going to come but she had scheduling conflict with Little Mix stuff. My smile was bright across my face.
“Excited?” Harry asked poking fun at my expression.
“A little” I winked at him. As soon as we left the airport photographers were suffocating us. I put on sunglasses and huddled into Harry as security lead us through the crowd. I was actually becoming used to this. Eleanor, Danielle and I all ran in the tour bus and waited for the boys who were signing things and taking pictures with some fans.
“I’ll never get used to this” Eleanor said as the three of us settled into the back of the bus. “I’m surprised you’re taking it so well, I don’t know how you do it Kennedy.”
I laughed a little. I did. Gymnastics. “I figure nothings that bad if I can do a backflip on a four inch piece of wood.” I sighed sliding down in my seat. “It’s good to be home” I mumbled to myself. I slipped into a light sleep due to jet lag while Danielle went to take a nap in Liam’s bunk and El checked her e-mail. Apparently all this worked out for her because she had a test-shoot with a modeling agency while we were in LA, which confused me because I thought she had quit modeling. I was mostly excited because Ellen had El, Danielle and I set up for an interview the next day when the boys were performing. Apparently the three of us had our own fan bases now too.
I was also happy because Will, my parents and Riley were all flying out for the few days we were in LA. Harry could meet my parents, and I could finally talk to Riley about all the Will and Niall business.
They’d been acting weird. Riley did come clean that she was dating Will for a little while but apparently she ended it with him on account of still having feelings for Niall that had formed in London. I had a few questions for her, as Niall won’t shut up about her when he talks to me alone. I felt a little bad for the boy though; Riley didn’t know what she wanted and took it out on his heart. He didn’t deserve that, but I have a lot of respect for him to stay by her through it all.
Liam and Zayn had come in to the tour bus and looked pretty exhausted. Liam was checking on Danielle and Zayn went straight to his bunk and passed out. Soon after, Louis came in with a sigh and plopped down next to El who greeted him with a kiss on the cheek, then Niall who went straight to the snack cabinet, and after a few minutes of waiting, Harry he strolled in like he hadn’t a care in the world, smile on his face.
After he sat down I took the liberty of asking him was had happened that made him so happy. He told me that apparently his fans were very good to me, and that he loved them for that. Seeing him happy like this made me happy.
Three days later, after finishing an interview with a Dallas radio station I was alone on the bus reading my twitter feed when Niall came in with an expression as if the world had ended. Niall and I had become very close; closer than Liam or Zayn or even Louis. He sat down next to me and a sigh escape his mouth. I didn’t say anything to him because I wasn’t sure if he wanted to talk but then I noticed his hands shaking and knuckles turning white as he clenched the seat beneath him. I turned to him placing my hand over his as a gesture to calm down. “What happened?” I asked him quickly. His expression broke in his response and went to what almost seemed limp; lifeless.
“I talked to Riley.”
“What’d she say? Is it bad?”
“It’s awful…She wants me to tell you something…but I’m not sure how to put it. Kennedy I’m the only one that knows, and this isn’t going to be what you expected to hear, and I don’t want you to do anything rash, just know, that I’m here for you and—“
I couldn’t take the suspense anymore, and I hit him the arm. “Niall, whatever it is, I can take it, it can’t be that bad, just tell me.” My heart was in my throat. I didn’t know what to think.
“Riley was in the car with Will tonight. It was storming, and Will was driving…Will over corrected the car on a turn…they crashed the car and—“
“Well they’re okay aren’t they? Riley called you, so she’s fine right? And I haven’t heard anything so Will’s probably fine…Niall what’s the problem?”
“Kennedy…Riley called me because she’s at the hospital and your parents couldn’t call you…Will is dead. He was dead on impact…” His voice trailed off.
I couldn’t believe what I’d heard. My vision went blurry and I felt weak. I couldn’t bare the words. There was a pain in my chest as if someone was ripping it apart, slowly, piece by piece; my stomach felt as if I’d jumped off the empire state building. I felt Niall’s arms holding me to him but my sense of the world around me had gone numb. I couldn’t react. I was in shock. This wasn’t real—no. It couldn’t have been real. Will was still alive; breathing; smiling. But it was. It was all too real; too real for my own mind to comprehend. My thoughts were in fragments and pieces.
I hadn’t even thought about it but my own body had gotten up and walked off the bus, away from the comfort given to me, hands shaking. Past Liam, Zayn, Eleanor, Harry, into the night. My heart was beating in my throat and I felt sick. I began running down the road, farther and farther from the bus until I was alone in the street, surrounded by the night. Harry’s voice called after me but I couldn’t respond. My lungs were tight as the world closed in on me. My body was weak and I fell to the ground letting out the first tear drops that wouldn’t stop for ages.
*Harry’s POV*
It’d been four weeks since I’d found Kennedy half-conscious in the street. Four weeks since she’d lost her brother. After her brother’s funeral she still decided to continue with us on tour. I was surprised she’d want to but she said it was just something she needed. She didn’t talk about it. Matter of fact, she didn’t talk much at all. She’d smile and wave at fans and people but you could see the exhaust in her eyes. They were tired and lifeless, they didn’t gleam like they used to. She stayed awake at night, she was always awake. She’d stopped eating, and was losing weight, and I could tell. She was always small but she had substance to her…now she was just thin. She had a pale face like she felt sick almost all the time. She wasn’t doing well. I could tell, whether she wanted to admit it or not.
I couldn’t deal with it like I could at first. I had become nothing to her, like she could care less if I stayed or went, and couldn’t be bothered to tell me either way. It was was a November morning and we were in NYC; the third to last stop on tour. It was cold; outside and in. I woke up early because the room was cold and heard the shower running; Kennedy had been using it.
The shower shut off and a few minutes later a girl I’d never seen before descended from behind the closed door. Her skin was milky white, and her eyes pale and wide, with bags underneath from lack of sleep. Her lips rosy from where she’d bitten them; it was probably the only color in her face. She had thick, long eyelashes that fluttered when she blinked, and long fair hair whispered behind her when she walked. Her collar bones and shoulder bones stuck out on her skin as her tan sweater hung off of her body frame. This girl; she was a mess; a beautiful mess. This wasn’t Kennedy though; this was what had become of what was once Kennedy.
There was a stillness and silence in the room as she gazed at me from across the room with her glass eyes.
“Hi” she said softly.
“Hi.” I took a step closer. “How are you today?”
“Okay.”
“Good.”
She nodded.
“I love you.”
“I love you too.” She looked to the ground and I walked towards her, stopping beside her as we both faced opposite directions, I looked at her for a moment out of the corner of my eye before walking away to get a shower.
Our conversations had been this way for a while; short and broken. It was all she could bare, with the little energy she had. It hurt to see her like this; to see what she’d become; to know I couldn’t help.
When I came out of the bathroom after getting ready Kennedy was sitting in the window-sill looking down on the city. Her cheeks were wet from crying and her chin rested on her knee.
I walked over to her as fast as I could and wedged myself into the window-sill in front of her. She didn’t look at me. Matter of fact she didn’t even notice my hand on her cheek wiping away the tears. It was as if there was nothing inside of her keeping her conscious.
“You’re not okay are you?”
She was still for a moment before shaking her head no. I scooted closer to her a brushed her hair behind her ear. “Love…you’ve got to talk about it. I know, it’s hard, and you don’t want to remember, or think of it, but you can’t be trapped inside your head like this.” She started to shake and I held her hand tighter as she crumpled in front of me.
“I can’t— Harry I can’t talk about it. I can’t think about it…I can’t go there.” She choked out. It was the most I heard her say in weeks; but it wasn’t enough. I became slightly angry. I had no right, but angry is what I was. I was tired of the silence. I wanted to help her, but she wouldn’t let me in.
“Then when will you? You can’t just shut everyone out like this for the rest of your life! Kennedy, I’ve stood by you, I’ve taken care of you, I’ve done everything imaginable and this is what I get in return? I can’t help you if you don’t let me in. I can’t live in silence!” I was shouting now; shouting; as if she hadn’t already been through enough. I regretted it the second it came out of my mouth. She pulled her hand away from me and ran out of the room leaving the door wide open.
Down the hallway, I followed her. I called out to her but she ignored me. She opened the door to the staircases and went up, and up, and up. She didn’t stop; it was like she had an infinite amount of energy and breathes. I didn’t stop. I couldn’t, no matter how tired I was I wasn’t going to lose sight of her. After endless stairs she reached the top; the roof. The door to the roof slammed behind her and it startled me to the point that I almost couldn’t open the door I was so shaken.
I opened the door to the roof to find her standing at the edge of the building top against the railing. One wrong step and she was gone. The wind howled, and her hair flowed with it. She didn’t notice me walk up behind her. She was hyperventilating, and crying. Her legs began wobbling, getting weaker as she stood there. I couldn’t bare it.
“Kennedy!” Her legs gave out as she turned to face me and I grabbed her waist and pulled her off the ledge as she fell into me.

She sat there in my lap clenching my shirt with her fist as I rubbed her back. “What were you thinking Kennedy?! You scared me so much! You weren’t going to jump were you?”
“I don’t know. I’m sorry Harry, I’m sorry. I love you so much…I’m sorry…” She trailed off.
“No, no, Kennedy, it’s okay, I love you too, and I’m here okay” I kissed her head.
“No. I didn’t mean to block you out Harry. I love you so much, don’t you know that? With Will gone…I feel so alone. I don’t feel normal. I feel lost, like I’m just drifting. I can’t function, and I don’t know if I even want to Harry. I’m so afraid now, I’m so afraid that I’m going to lose you too…I don’t want to lose you. But I thought that if I just numbed my feelings…that it wouldn’t hurt as much if I did. I’m afraid you think I’m crazy…or too emotional…that you won’t want me anymore Harry. I wish everything could be lovely and nice again…but to be normal again; that would be so lovely.” She cried more.
“Kennedy?”
“What?”
“I want you to look me in the eye when I tell you this. I’m right here. I’m right here, with you, where I belong. I’m not going anywhere, no matter how crazy or emotional you feel, okay? You’re going to be okay again, I’m going to do anything I can to make sure of it, love, alright? You are so loved Kennedy, so loved. I love you more than you could know, more than I could put into words. I’m staying right here, with you.”
*Kennedy’s POV*
He pressed his lips to mine and it felt like home again. It felt fulfilling; like I wasn’t so alone anymore. They were warm to the point that the pit of my stomach felt a sense of being on fire. Harry never failed to make me feel this way; he always had an air of calmness and assurance, always gentle. But I had neglected attention towards him for so long that I forgot that he needed care too. I didn’t know where to start—where to begin playing “catch-up”…but I had lost so much time with him I knew nothing of what’d happened in his life these few weeks.
“How have you been?” I looked up to him into his green eyes; the green eyes I’d been longing for but couldn’t find myself back to.
He just smiled, before telling me of the fans, and the concert scheduling, and photo-shoots. His sister; Gemma; was getting married in the spring. Niall and Riley had finally gotten together; Louis and El were still going strong and same with Zayn and Liam’s relationships. Everyone was doing so well and I had missed it.
We sat on that roof top for ours in the wind and cold, but I’d never felt so warm in my heart. I stayed in the spot; in Harry’s arm for hours as he told me every little detail; hours spent re-finding my balance.

Epilogue
Four Years Later; 2017
Kennedy and Harry stayed together; Kennedy with her Nike Fitness Career and Harry with One Direction.
In the fall of 2014 on a trip to Italy, Harry proposed to Kennedy. Kennedy said yes.
The couple said their I-Do the next June; 2015.
After a happy relationship of a year and a half; Riley and Niall split after making the mutual decision that their relationship was good, but not going anywhere serious.
Eleanor and Louis have stayed together through the years but have decided that they still weren’t ready for marriage.
Niall is still trying to find love.
Zayn and Perrie decided to take things down a notch and keep their relationship out of the headlines.
Liam proposed to Danielle in January of 2015. Danielle said yes.
After two years of a happy marriage together, the young couple; Kennedy and Harry are six months pregnant with their first child and living Holmes Chapel so Harry’s mother could visit the baby when born. It’ll be a baby boy, and they decided to name their son Will.

Notes

Hey Everyone, So this is the end of the story. It wasn't my favorite way to end things but I was actually getting quite bored of the story. I've been working on some new stuff and ideas to start a new, better, longer story. Comment down below & tell me what you think, & I'll keep you updated on my new story & when it's coming out if any of you are interested.

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Erin