Harry’s POV

Three Months Later
It’s been three months since Kennedy got that picture of me kissing Hayley at her parents’ pub. Three months since I’ve actually given someone a genuine smile. Kennedy wouldn’t talk to me the rest of the trip and every time she saw me I think her heart broke even more. She surprisingly didn’t tell anyone about the incident and when we came home, she kindly said that things just didn’t work out. I suspected the hate messages she got on twitter and facebook got worse but she never really let on. She actually stopped hanging out with us all together. I was currently sitting in my flat looking at the film strip we got at James and Gemma’s wedding and I sighed. I couldn’t believe that I let the one person I cared about the most slip away without so much as even fighting for her. I put the pictures down on the table and wiped the tears falling from my eyes. I seemed to cry a lot more than anything really. I didn’t do much of anything else since we were still writing some of the songs we wanted to sing. I made a cup of tea and walked back into the living room. I just quietly sat there wishing Kennedy was next to me or even in the same flat. She always turned something boring to into something worthwhile. I sighed and took a sip of my tea debating on whether to turn on the TV or not. I was about to flip on the telly when my cell phone rang.
“Hello,” I said.

“Mate turn on the radio!” Louis’s voice exclaimed, “Kenni’s on the radio with Nick!”

I immediately shot up off the couch and rushed to turn on the radio. The song was just ending and I heard Grimmy’s voice along with an angelic sounding voice.

“Hello Britain,” Grimmy’s voice sounded, “Today I am with the lovely and beautiful Kennedy Wilker.”

“Hello,” her voice sounded and I smiled lightly at the calmness of it but I could picture her rubbing her hands down her legs because she was nervous.

Grimmy then spent a good fifteen to twenty minutes on talking about her business in between songs and soon he touched a subject that I was afraid of her reaction.

“So you are now the most recent ex-girlfriend of One Direction’s Harry Styles is this correct?” he asked.

I took a sharp breath in and waited for her response.

“Yes I am,” she replied coolly.

“And how long have you’ve been apart?” he asked.

“Three months I believe,” she replied warily.

Good job beautiful keep up the shield don’t answer anything you don’t feel comfortable answering. I thought to myself.

“Well can I ask why you two broke up?” he asked, “You both seemed so happy. I do have to say that rumor on the street is that you were cheating on him with Jay McGuiness.”

“One its none of your business,” she replied politely, “And second if you believe everything that comes out in those tabloids then you sir are not a very sensible person. If you wish to ask your friend Harry then go right ahead, but I’m not going to publicly or privately bash anyone because something didn’t work out between us. Harry is a lovely person and I wish him all the best.”

Grimmy then quickly went to song and I blew out the breath I was currently holding in. I knew right then and there that I had to talk to Kennedy whether or not she wanted to see me. I quickly grabbed my jacket, shoved my feet in some shoes, and rushed out the door to head to her office. When I walked into the office she wasn’t there but Cara was.

“She’s not coming in today Harry,” Cara said a bit shocked that I was there.

“Is she going to be home Cara?” I asked her.

“She told me. . .” Cara said and I sighed.

“Please Cara,” I said feeling tears starting to show, “I need to explain everything to her. I just need to see her. Please.”

Cara looked torn and after a few minutes she sighed.

“She’s at home Harry,” she said quietly, “She didn’t want to come in after the interview with Grimmy.”

I nodded my head and thanked Cara.

“Thank you,” I said, “I know I’m not your favorite person but thank you.”

“Harry,” Cara said and I spun around, “Make it right with her. She’s even worse than when she was in secondary school.”

I nodded my head and I quickly rushed to Kennedy’s flat. When I parked my car in the car park, I noticed her small black car that she bought soon after we broke up. I rushed into the lobby and decided to run up the stairs to her flat thinking the elevator was too slow. When I got up to her floor I was huffing and puffing but I didn’t care. I quickly walked to her flat door and knocked on it. I waited to hear footsteps but I heard nothing. However the music that was playing in her flat turned louder and frowned hearing listening to a One Direction CD. I pounded on the door after a few minutes of nothing and waited again. I was about to bang on the door a third time when the door ripped open and the sight I saw broke my heart even more. Kennedy’s eyes were red from crying and she was wearing a pair of boxers and shirts I left here a long time ago (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=80837081). Her eyes grew wide as she saw me but I noticed she was listening to Little Things. She was about to shut the door but I was stronger than her and put my hand on the door to keep her from moving it.

“Can we talk?” I whispered, “Please.”

My eyes flashed down to her and she closed her eyes as tears fell down her face making my heart squeeze tighter than it already was. She slowly moved away from the door and I walked in. She shut the door and she walked into the kitchen and pulled out her tea kettle and put some water on to boil. She shut the music off and turned to look at me. I could tell she hasn’t been sleep well by the dark circles under her eyes and it pained me to know that I was the reason for it. I was about to take a step towards her but stopped myself thinking she wouldn’t want me to touch her.

“I heard your interview,” I said and she looked up at me and I could see her body tense, “I think you did a good job putting Nick in his place.”

I saw her relax slightly and she took a shaky breath.

“Thanks,” she whispered, “I really don’t like him. I know you’re friends with him but I don’t like him.”

“It’s alright Kennedy,” I said being honest, “He’s not really a great friend anyways.”

“How come you came over?” she asked after a few minutes of silence.

“I wanted to talk,” I whispered and she looked up at me confused, “I wanted to apologize for ripping your heart to shreds. I wanted to tell you I’m going to fight for you.”

“Harry. . .” she started but I cut her off.

“No Kenni,” I whispered feeling tears starting to form, “I want you to know how I feel about this and what really happened that night. I can’t sleep anymore because of this. I can’t go a minute without thinking about you. I know you probably hate me but. . .”

I was then cut off from the tea kettle saying it was warm enough to make the tea. Kennedy quickly fixed us tea and handed me a cup. I took but I wasn’t going to drink anything until I was drinking.

“It’ll calm you down some Harry,” she whispered as we walked into the living room, “Drink some.”

I then looked around her flat for the first time to notice it was spotless. She must have been cleaning her flat a lot more. She always wanted to clean when she was upset. She sat down on the couch and I followed her but leaving enough room to make her feel comfortable. She set her tea down and looked at me.

“Good ahead,” she whispered and I nodded my head.

“Well my excuse was that I was piss drunk Kennedy,” I started, “and before you say that it’s been used I know but it’s the truth. All of my old buddies from secondary school were there and we were all having a great time and then I saw a mess of your colored hair and I could’ve sworn it was you. I called out your name and the girl who I thought was you came over to me. She then started kissing me and she pulled off what was a wig to show blonde hair when I noticed that I quickly shoved her away from me Kennedy I swear. I yelled at Hayley in public and then I rushed home because I knew it was going to get to you first. When I got home and I couldn’t find you Kennedy, I set into panic mode because I thought you already left and I was going to be alone. Then I found you in the guest room and my heart shattered into a million pieces because I knew you knew. I didn’t chase you down after because I know you wouldn’t listen to me or would want to even look at me. I haven’t slept fully in over three months Kennedy. I can’t sleep, I can’t eat, I can’t think straight because of this. I know you probably are. . .”

I never got to finish my sentence however because I felt someone’s lips on top of mine. Before I could react the lips went away and I opened my eyes to see Kennedy blushing slightly and sitting a bit closer to me.

“Did you just kiss me?” I asked touching my lips that felt warm.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, “You were getting yourself worked up and I didn’t want to see you cry. It breaks my heart when I see you cry.”

I was at a loss for words until I noticed she was scooting closer to me. I then couldn’t hold in the tears anymore and they started falling quickly. She wrapped her arms around me as she guided my head to her shoulder while I just cried.

“I’m so sorry Kenni,” I whispered over and over again, “I don’t want to lose you.”

“Shhh. . .” Kennedy said rocking us back and forth and rubbing comforting circles on my back, “It’s alright Harry. Shhh. . .”

I don’t know how long I just cried, breaking down in front of the girl I loved but before I knew it she was lifting my head so she was eye level.

“Please don’t beat yourself up Harry,” she whispered wiping away a few stray tears from my face, “You’re too beautiful to cry.”

I smiled lightly and the frowned. She was comforting me when she should be yelling and throwing things and being upset with me and I think she knew what I was thinking.

“I was angry the first few weeks after the incident,” she whispered, “Now I’m just really sad.”

I then pulled her into my chest and I hugged her tightly.

“I’m not letting you go Kennedy,” I mumbled and I heard a slight sniffle and saw her tears silently falling.

I didn’t want to make it worse so we just stayed there for a while. Me hugging her to my chest while I let her cry. Once she was done, she looked up at me and I looked down at her.

“You think we can start over?” I whispered, “Or do you think we’re better off as friends?”

“I don’t know,” she mumbled, “Because I know I won’t be able to find someone like you.”

“Can we try again?” I asked, “Please Kenni. I want to prove to you that I really do love you.”

When I didn’t get a response I was about to reply when I felt her lips on mine again and she pulled away.

“No more tries after this Harry,” she whispered, “I don’t think my heart can handle another heart break.”

“I’m not going to this time,” I said pulling her closer to me and kissed her forehead, “Not ever.”

Notes

So I couldn't handle the fact that Harry and Kennedy were fighting so I needed them to make up quickly. Hope you're enjoying this story!

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