Truly, Madly, Deeply

Funky Buddha

So I kind of realized I was acting like a school girl in secondary school. I didn't come to that conclusion on my own either.

"Kim!" Someone yelled.

"Whaaaaaat?"I moaned through my pillow.

"You have to get your ass off my bed." Harry came into the room and crossed his arms.

"Fine," I rolled over and fell on the floor.

"No I mean you need to stop acting like a school girl in secondary school," and there it was.

"Oh..."

"Yea, you and Zayn broke up how long ago? Three weeks... almost a month?"

"I guess so," I mumbled.

"What have you done in that time?"

"Uh..."

"Nothing!"

"Right."

"Do you know what Zayn has done?"

"Please Harry."

"He is going out to parties! Do you remember Perrie? From Little Mix?"

"Harry..."

"They were just seen going out!" he heaved, "Look I know I'm being hard on you but Zayn does not rule your life. You do. You write better songs than he ever will."

"You're... you're right,"

"Hell yea I am!"

I started standing up "He doesn't rule my life, I do!"

"Yes!" Harry started jumping for joy, "Now come on, we're going to a club!" he took my hand.

"Nope." plopped on the bed. My weak flabby muscles were no match to Harry Styles strong arms, "But Harry!"

"No! I won't take it anymore you're actually starting to annoy me which is a very large accomplishment! I got you a dress and you are going to look fabulous!" I groaned and obliged because I was starting to annoy myself with how pitiful I was acting. It was time to push the feelings down and start living my life.

"What did you pick for me?" I forced a smile. He eyed me before bringing the dress out. It was a scandalous little thing. It was mainly black but had some gold in it. I didn't even realize it till I tried it on but it showed an awful lot of back, "Erm Harry!"

"Yea hows it going in there?"

"This is kind of very showy, even for me!" I called. My eyes turned to the short length. I was turning in circles. The fabric was three inches from my butt!

"Well come out and let me see!" he said. I groaned and opened the door.

"Ta-da." I said unenthusiastically.

"Whoa, Kimmy you look...damn." Harry smirked as he looked me up and down. Smirked? Harry had never  "smirked" at me before.

"Harry stop checking me out!" I slapped his arm. He jumped.

"Okay okay, turn around," he demanded.

"Say hello to..." I turned and pointed at the back of my thighs, "Cellulite!"

"Oh shut up you. You look fucking sexy and there's nothing you can do about it!" he nodded, "Not I'm going to get dressed how about you pick out shoes and accessories. Don't forget to do your hair and make up." he pleaded. I nodded before he turned and went back to his room.

"Okay... accessories..." I switched to fashion Kim and dug through the bags of stuff Harry had bought me, "Now these shoes... or these ones?" I put two different ones on and looked at myself in the bathroom mirror, "How about these ones. Great choice Kim! Thanks Kim. Oh you're welcome. You're looking quite magnificent if I so say so myself. Thank you! Ugh stop talking to yourself!" I sighed. Quietly, I made sure to do my makeup and hair after I had my outfit done. I didn't want to look like a complete slut so I made sure to make my makeup and little more conservative.