Kim's POV
Ever since Ed's phone call last week, I was trying my hardest to squeeze out the name from Harry. No matter how hard I tried he was always avoiding me.
Let's take Wednesday for instance.
"So Harry you haven't been with many girls lately and I'm just wondering--"
"Sorry Kim gotta go!" he ran from the house.
Or Thursday.
"Harry, you've been kinda distant and I'm just been thinking that you only act like this when--"
"Sorry I didn't catch that but no matter I have to leave" gone.
Or five minutes ago.
"Harry I--"
"Bye!" he shut the door.
"Oh come on I didn't even get the third word in!" I shouted, frustrated, "This is flippin ridiculous," I fell on the couch.
Knock knock
I groaned and crawled to the door, "What is it that you--" I think it was then that I was tackled to the ground with hugs.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY KIIIIM," I opened my eyes and saw Niall, Louis and Liam laughing on top of me.
"Birthday?" I attempted to get up.
"Yea don't you know when your own birthday is?" I stood up quickly to the voice.
"Eleanor!" I pushed aside the boys, making them fall to the floor again, "And Dani!" I hugged both of them, "Come in! Come in!" I pushed the boys down again on the way in.
"I haven't seen you since the boys started the tour!" Eleanor kept an arm around my waist.
"Oi! She's mine!" Louis ran over to us and picked Eleanor up bridal style.
"Louis!" she giggled.
"And don't you forget it!" he glared at me playfully. I laughed and turned around to sit on the couch.
"Sorry, Kim..." Niall shrugged as he, Liam and Dani took up the couch.
"Nah it's okay. Where is Harry and uh... Zayn," even I had to admit that I was recovering from our break up but... my birthday? Would he even show?
"Zayn's bringing the food and Harry... well we all got our presents," Liam said mischievously as he could.
"Alright but I'll have you know that--"
Cause you make me feel like
I've been locked outta heaven
For too long, for too lo--
"Yellow?" I answered.
"Kim Seeger?" an American accent came through the phone.
"Er yes? I'm she," why was an American contacting me? I only ever knew one American...
"Sorry, I've just landed and I happened to still have your number and was wondering if you still remembered me."
"No..."
"Oh well then this is awkward--"
"...It can't be... Riley Wilkinson!" I started jumping where I was.
"Yea! It's me!"
"Oh my Lord it's been forever I'm leaving right now to pick you up!" I grabbed Harry's key's and was looking for my coat, "Where is that blasted--"
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Truly, Madly, Deeply
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...
