Harry's POV
I had to sleep on the couch. Kim had stripped down to nothing and climbed in bed last night so when I lifted the covers to get in... well let's just say getting happy was a surprise. Seeing Kim naked was normal for me. Believe me, I know how weird that sounds. Kim and I have gone skinny dipping at least 12 times. Also she walked in on me with a girl and I've walked in on her and Zayn... we're just normally comfortable seeing each other naked. I don't know what it was about last night
That kiss
but I just couldn't lay in that bed with her. So it wasn't really a surprise to me when I woke up slightly paralyzed, "Shit shit shit shit shit shit fuuuuuuuuu," I moved in a certain way and everything cracked into place, "Ahhh." With a sudden idea, I ran to the kitchen fixing my best breakfast and hangover shake.
"Kim?" I tapped on the door. She was curled in a little ball with every blanket around her. It was only when I got closer I realized she was also drooling, "Gross..." I exclaimed, "Kim?" I whispered. Her dirty blonde, almost brown hair was tangled in every way possible. A stray lock hung in her face. My fingers brushed it back and tucked it behind her ear.
"Mmm?" she started to yawn. Kim wiped her arm across her mouth and opened her eyes, "Gross," she laughed. I stared into her gray eyes, "Ugh," her hand flew to her head, "What's going on Haz? My head is pounding."
"Erm well uh," I started to stutter like the idiot I am, "Well I m-made us s-some breakf-fast." I adverted my eyes from her as she got up and let the blankets fall.
"Aww, thanks boo!" she got some clothes on, and barely that, "Yum!" she raised her eyebrows at me as she took my hand and led me to the kitchen where everything was, "Ugh! Ow, damn my head," she closed her eyes and moaned as she took a seat at the table.
"Here, it's going to taste horrible but it'll wake you up," I gave her the brownish green shake.
Kim looked hesitant but finally chugged it down. Half way through the glass she started coughing, "Nasty!" She pushed it away and curled her legs into herself, "I hope you cooked something good."
"Well mademoiselle," I brought in the food in, "We have," I was about to name everything I had cooked but she pounced and piled everything on her plate.
"Oh you are fabulous!" she said with a full mouth.
"Yea..." I chewed on a slice of bacon, "Kim?" I finally got the courage.
"Yes?" she swallowed.
"What erm do you remember from last night?"
"Why? Did something happen Harry? Was there a reason I was naked in bed this morning?" she eyed me.
"No! No, God no," I laughed trying to brush it off, "You did that all on your own."
"Okay well then... I don't remember much. I remember some guy leading me to the dance floor and then everythingelse is a blur."
"Oh."
"Well at least I got home safely!" she smiled, starting to eat again. Then her eyes caught a hold of something. She lifted her arm, "Who is... Steve, James, Adam and... Sarah?" she asked.
"You also got all of those on your own," I muttered.
"Well aren't I good!" she laughed.
"So you remember nothing?"
"Nope!"
"Not even when we got home?"
"Uh... yea nothing is comin to me Haz," she began shoveling everything in her mouth. That girl has the metabolism of an athlete.
"Um... okay. I'm going to take a shower. I suggest you do the same."
"We could always shower together," she winked cheesily.
"As much as I would love that... no," I grinned and walked away as quickly as possible.
Kim's POV
To say there was something wrong with Harry, would be an understatement. He was avoiding all eye contact and barely talked while we ate. Not to mention he was asking me questions about last night. I was beginning to wonder is something really did happen last night. I shrugged it off. If something was up with Harry then he would come to me and talk about it. That's how things always are.
Cause you make me feel like
I've been locked outta heaven.
For too long, for too lo--
"Kim Seeger, what's the sitch?" I answered.
"Hey Kim it's Ed!" he said.
"What's up, ginga boy?"
"I want to talk to you... about Harry."
"What about my baby boy? What's he done now?" I plopped on the couch.
"Well I've come to notice he's acting strange."
"You're not the only one."
"Well I've been thinking."
"That's always good," I joked.
"And Harry only ever acts this weird when he likes a girl."
"You know what you're right! I can't believe I didn't see it before!"
"Just don't tell him I said anything," he said.
"Okie dokie!" I said before hanging up.
Ed's POV
I turned around to where Liam, Danielle, Louis, Eleanor and Niall sat on my couch.
"The bait is set."
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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...