Such An Actress [h.s]

fifth

Harry's POV

She looks so peaceful when she sleeps. It's very different from her usual state of being stressed over a spilt coffee on my shirt.

She's always saving me, isn't she?

Katie has always been there for me. Our mums have been friends since before we were both born. So Katie and I grew to be best friends, even though at one point I thought she had cooties, we were always side by side.

If it wasn't for her I wouldn't be where I am today. Literally. If she didn't pester me about auditioning for the X-Factor then I wouldn't have been in the band. My biggest regret was that she didn't make it through when I did. I felt so guilty because this was her dream.

I haven't heard her sing since.

Not even in the car, not even a hum. Ever since her audition she hasn't sung a note. I feel like that's my fault.

Leaving her for the competition was the worst thing I have ever done. I realized as we were saying goodbye before I left, that I had feelings for her. But once I left I never really came back.

That's why I asked her to work for me. That way she could always be around and even if I couldn't be with her the way I wanted, at least she was by my side.

I walk up the stairs with her in my arms. Her arms wrapped around my neck and face hidden in the crook of my neck.  And if I could hold her like this forever I would.

I lay Kie on to the guest bed and take off her shoes and pull the duvet over her body. She grabs the duvet in her sleep and brings it to her chin. I start to walk away when I hear her making a noise.

"Shhh... don't tell him" I hear her whisper yell.

She has this tendency to sleep talk. After countless sleep overs as kids I've learned to tune it out but also have some fun with it.

"Tell who what Kie?" I whisper yell back.

"Don't tell Harry," She whispers with her eyes still closed.

Oh this was gonna be interesting.

"Don't tell Harry what?" I ask.

"Don't tell Harry I'm in love with him," She says and then rolls over on her side.

Wait what?

Did she just..

It had to be the sleep talking, right? She's not in love with me.

But what if she does and this is just her mind speaking her thoughts? Oh god my brain is spiraling right now.

"Ok, I won't tell him," I whisper and turn around making my way to my room and I hear her hum in approval.

I look back to see her all cozied up and I hear her light snores.

Should I ask her about it? Do I keep it to myself?

These are the questions that are rattling in my brain as I try to sleep. After awhile my eyes start to drift and all I dream of is Katie.

It's always been Katie.