Such An Actress [h.s]

twelfth

Harry's POV

I remember everything.

Waking up this morning, in bed with Katie, was something I never thought would happen again. Last time we had a sleepover was the night before I left for the X-Factor. I didn't realize until I was in the car that I wanted to be with Katie as more than a friend. But once I was gone, it was too late.

Last night I drank to forget the fact that Kie doesn't like me the way I like her. Her reaction to when I told her about the sleep talking thing was enough. I almost kissed her in that corridor at the club and if she didn't stop me I would have gone through with it.

She was right. I was drunk and shouldn't have done that after yelling at her about Niall.

Why the hell was I so jealous of Niall? I knew they were just friends, but them being so close just bothered me.

When I asked her this morning what happened I was hoping she would tell me and that could give me some insight on where her head is at.

But she didn't. And that told me enough.

My Kiwi just sees me as a friend. And that's ok.

I would rather have her in my life as a friend than not be in my life at all. So I will just have to deal with the pain of being a friend and watch her from the sidelines as she finds someone to fall in love with that isn't me.

Sitting on the plane now, my journal open and I'm writing music for the untitled solo album I am about to work on. Once press is over, since there's no tour, I'll spend some time with family, maybe travel and then work on my solo stuff.

When One Direction started I never thought any of us would ever go solo.

But look at us now.

Across the aisle I see Kie asleep with her cheek smushed against the window and a memory pops in my head from when we were nine years old.

"Harry?" Kiwi asks me and I look up from the paper I was drawing on.

"Yeah?" I ask.

"What do you think about marriage?" She asks as she's still using the blue crayon to draw water on her piece of paper.

"Marriage? Ew no, gross I'm never getting married," I say in disgust, girls have cooties anyways.

Well except Kiwi.

"Well you'll have to get married someday? You have to fall in love?" She says giggling looking up from her paper grabbing the yellow crayon and drawing a flower.

"Do I have to?" I ask

"Yes, you have to find someone to marry and have babies with!" She says coloring in the petals.

"Babies? I don't want babies, are you nuts? I'm too young to be a father!" I yell. I'm only nine, I'm still a baby myself.

"Well you wouldn't now! Later when you graduate uni," She says giggling again.

I like her laugh.

"Well what if I don't find anyone?" I ask.

"How about this?" she says putting her crayon down and placing her hands clasped in front of her. "How about if when we are thirty years old, and we still haven't found love, we marry each other?" She asks confidently.

"Deal," I say and shake her hand. "I'd marry you rather than some icky girl," I say sticking my tongue out in disgust.

"Harry I am a girl!" She says laughing.

"Whatever, but just know we are not having any babies," I say sternly, picking my green crayon back up.

"I'm having your babies and that's none of your business," she replies.

See what I did there? HeHe. -H