Kennedy’s POV

When I woke up the next morning from Harry’s planned spontaneous date, I noticed I was alone in the bed. I frowned to myself but the bathroom door opened and Harry came out in nothing but a towel and he smiled when he saw me.

“Morning love,” he grinned.

“Morning,” I said, “You didn’t sleep much.”

“I got enough sleep,” he said, “I wanted to watch you sleep. You’re quiet cute when you dream. You kept mumbling my name every once in a while.”

I then felt my face blush and he grinned even wider.

“I’m never going to get over the fact that I can do that to you,” he said and I just rolled my eyes.

“You do it a lot Harry,” I said and he just chuckled.

“You need to shower?” he asked and I nodded my head.

“And no you don’t need to help me,” I replied as I saw the next question in his eyes, “You just showered and we actually need to leave sometime today.”

Harry just laughed as I walked passed him and I shut the bathroom door. As I showered the events from last night came flooding back to me and I smiled widely. Harry was the best boyfriend I had ever had and I was blessed to have him. He made me feel special in a way that no one in the world could make me feel. I was brought out of my thoughts when Harry knocked on the bathroom door.

“You okay babe?” he asked.

“I’m fine,” I said and quickly finished.

I wrapped myself in a towel and put my hair in another one and walked out to see Harry watching some show on the telly. I saw my bag set on my side of the bed and I looked at him curiously and he laughed.

“Andrea and Eleanor packed for you,” he said and I quickly opened my bag to find nothing but what they call my sexy underwear.

“They sure did,” I said holding up a lacey bra and matching underwear.

“Remind me to thank them later,” Harry winked at me and I felt my face redden with embarrassment.

Harry just laughed as I continued to grab some clothes.

“Wear something comfortable,” he said and I nodded my head as I grabbed an outfit (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=80697071).

I then quickly changed in the bathroom and opened it up as Harry came in. I don’t know how we managed but we managed to get ready at the same time which surprised both Harry and I. We quickly packed up our bags and Harry told me to stay in the room while he went to go load up the car and then we would head for breakfast and then to finish up our spontaneous date coupon. I was currently watching some telly when there was a knock at our hotel room door. I found it odd that someone was knocking but I thought that maybe Harry forgot his room key so I went to go answer it. When I did answer it I saw about four or five teenaged girls standing at the door.

“Is this the room that Harry Styles is staying in?” one of them asked.

“Of course it is you nitwit!” one of the girls said, “You’re talking to Kennedy!”

“Did you guys want an autograph?” I asked and they all nodded.

“Well Harry just went down to the car to put our bags away and he should be coming up soon,” I said.

As soon as the words left my mouth Harry came out of the elevator and the girls all squealed and I smiled lightly at Harry who gave me an apologetic smile. While he was signing the autographs one of the girls made a comment that hurt me but it really made Harry angry.

“I don’t know why you date her,” she said, “She’s not even that pretty. I bet she used to be fat or something.”

I saw anger flash in Harry’s eyes and one of the girls yelled at the girl that made the comment and I quickly intervened before Harry made himself look like an asshole.

“I was fat when I was younger,” I said and the girl looked over at me and smirked, “but Harry was my friend while I was fat.”

The girl looked over at Harry who was smiling at me.

“Now before you go and make a smart arse comment,” I said, “I know that I’m not pretty. You don’t need to point that out but if you were a true fan of Harry you would be happy for him and you would at least try to see if you can like me before you start bashing me. Now you must not be a true fan because sweetheart I’ve met a lot of girls like you and you’ll be nothing but a gold digger.”

The three girls who were with her were standing there smiling at me and the girl just ripped the paper out of Harry’s hand and stormed off. When she realized no one was following her she turned around and looked at the other girls.

“You drove yourself here Emily,” one of them said, “You don’t need us to follow you.”

She then stormed off towards the stairs and the girls all turned to me.

“I’m so sorry that she called you ugly and fat,” the girl that told her to leave said, “And you are pretty your beautiful actually.”

I smiled lightly at the comment but I knew she was just being nice.

“Thanks,” I said.

“Can we get a picture with you?” one of the girls piped up.

“Sure,” I said shocked that they wanted a picture of me and not with Harry.

Once Harry took the picture, they thanked us and I handed Harry his phone and I put my purse on.

“You ready to go?” he asked and I nodded my head.

Harry checked out of the hotel and we headed to his cars while the paps bombarded us. We got in Harry’s Range Rover and he looked over at me.

“You know you don’t have to act tough in front of me right,” Harry said, “I know what that girl said got to you Kenni.”

“It just sucks that there is so much hate out there for me and people don’t even know me,” I said, “And I know they’re just words and they don’t mean anything but I just feel like I’m in secondary school again.”

I felt Harry grab my hand and he gave me a reassuring squeeze.

“I know telling you to ignore the nasty comments is pointless but just know if they get too bad you can come to me Kenni,” he said, “I’m always going to be here for you no matter what time of day or what’s going on. I can drop everything for you okay?”

I nodded my head and I looked over at me and tried to give him and smile but it really didn’t work and he frowned.

“Kennedy how bad are they?” he asked and I shook my head.

“Don’t worry about it Harry,” I said quietly.

“Kennedy,” Harry said and I could hear the plea in his voice.

“Someone from back home leaked a picture of me in secondary school on the internet,” I whispered looking down at my hands and I saw Harry grip the steering wheel tighter, “They’re not all bad or degrading. I just can’t stand looking at my picture.”

I was lying and I knew Harry knew that but I didn’t want him to worry about me. I was strong enough, or so I thought, and I could handle myself. I was handling it just fine as of right now. I hadn’t turned to what I used to. I used to sneak alcohol and wish that I would die of alcohol poisoning. I was much better about that. I was about to speak when Harry spoke up.

“Kenni,” he whispered and I looked up at him, “No matter what anyone tells you you’re beautiful okay? You light up the room when you walk into it. Everyone loves you Kennedy please don’t what my fans think of you change the way you feel for me because. . .”

He stopped and I looked up from my hand.

“Because. . .” I said.

“I don’t know what I would do without you,” he whispered and I smiled lightly at his words.

“You know the same goes for you right,” I said and I saw a small smile grace his lips showing his dimples that I loved so much.

He then took one hand off the steering wheel and laced our fingers together.

“So where are you taking me Haz?” I asked, “We’ve been driving for hours!”

Harry just laughed at my dramatic voice and shook his head.

“It’s a surprise love,” he grinned cheekily at me.

“Ugh. . .” I sighed throwing my head back against the head rest, “I hate surprises!”

“Well this is the spontaneous date love,” he said, “You’re not supposed to know what’s going on.”

I just humphed and turned on the radio. Harry connected his iPod via Bluetooth to his radio and we were lightly listening to Take That when I smirked over at Harry.

“Remember when you used to listen to them all the time,” I giggled.

“What do you mean used to,” he laughed, “I made Louis listen to these guys all the time.”

“I remember when you tried to dress like them,” I giggled, “Thanks to Gemma.”

“Oh god don’t remind me,” Harry groaned, “That was the worst day of my life.”

“Oh god,” I said laughing at the reminder, “I remember you used to practice all of their dance moves because you used to tell your mum that you were going to be in a boy band.”

I then looked over to see Harry’s face a bright shade of red and I grinned widely.

“Okay,” he said, “Time to change the song.”

Free Fallin’ came on and I grinned because I loved this song.

“Don’t change it,” I said and Harry looked over at me.

“Why would I change this?” he asked, “This is my favorite song.”

“John Mayer’s version or Tom Petty’s version?” I asked.

“John Mayer’s,” he said in a duh voice.

“No way Tom Petty is way better,” I said and Harry looked at me shocked.

“We have to break up now,” Harry said and I just rolled my eyes.

“John Mayer’s version reminds me of your voice though,” I said.

“Really?” he asked.

“Yeah you both have this certain raspiness to it,” I said, “Whenever you sing I know its you.”

Harry then smirked and I face palmed my forehead.

“You’re head just grew like three sizes,” he just laughed.

“You think I sound like John Mayer,” he grinned cheekily.

“I never said that,” I said he shook his head.

“Nope you said that,” he said, “I’m tweeting that when we get to Holmes.”

His eyes grew wide just as mine did.

“Shit,” he said.

“You’re taking me home,” I said smiling widely.

“It was supposed to be a surprise,” Harry said deflated but I was too excited.

“I’ll pretend to be surprised,” I said, “You’re the best boyfriend ever!”

I then leaned over and kissed his cheek a million times. Harry just laughed and I grinned excited that I was going back to my hometown for a little bit.

Notes

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