"Kim? Kim? KIM WHAT THE FUCK!" a voice shouted. my body rolled over as I groaned "Kimmy, wake up before I throw you outside in nothing but your glasses." My eyes flew open to Harry sitting on the bed looking me down.
"What do you want?" I croaked.
"Where in God's name did you get all those clothes?" ha asked. I smirked mischievously. "How did you pay for everything?"
"With uh my own money? You do know I get filthy rich for every song I write for your band, right?"
"Don't lie to me Kim, I accidentally took your wallet today and it had all your money and all your cards. Where. Did. The. Money. Come. From."
"Fine!" I moaned as I got out of bed, "I uh... I took the money from Zayn."
"You did what?" Harry replied in disbelief.
"I decided to get my stuff from our old flat and I also washed his clothes. I just happened across it and decided... yolo" I shrugged.
"You have to take everything back, Kim!"
"Fine! But I got you some stuff from Armani!"
"Well I'll be sure to keep that"
"What? But --"
"Let's go!" Harry dragged be back to every store I stopped by and forced me to return everything. "Don't you feel less guilty?"
"I feel like my wardrobe shrank," I muttered. Just then my phone buzzed and it was a text from Zayn. with shaky fingers I opened it.
Thanks for cleaning, K.
I refused to reply. By now Harry and I were on the sofa and watching televison.
"And now the moment we've all been waiting for... New pictures and news about Kim Seeger!"
"What?" I choked.
"The songwriter and current girlfriend of Zayn Malik went a little over board today!" there were several picture of me holding dozens of shopping bags."Why on earth would she buy that much clothes? Let's go to our expert!"
"From what it looks like, Kim is acting like she just broke up with her boyfriend." the expert said.
"They didn't need an expert to be told that." Harry muttered. I threw a pillow at him.
"And the shocking new pictures of Harry Styles and Kim linking arms shopping and heading back to his flat!" It was true. There were dozens of pictures of Harry and I linking arms. My face was mopey and his looked determined.
"If anything, it looks like Harry is her rebound from Zayn," the "expert" said. Harry and I spewed out our lemonade.
"What?!" we yelled simultaniously.
"So what do you think folks? Is it out with the Zim and in with the Karry? What's your ship? Contact us online!" I turned the tv off.
"What is happening to this world?!" I yelled.
"It's the price of being famous!" Harry said, "No privacy allowed!"
I dug my face into a pillow and screamed.
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FanfictionBeing best friends with Harry Styles isn't easy, I'll tell you that much. And it's certainly worse when you also have to write songs for his band. Oh, and Simon Cowell, he's kind of my boss. Oh! And I can't forget Ed! He's like my singer/song writer...
