One Direction's Dancer

Feelings

---Harry’s POV---

I walked back into Kenzie’s room. Smiling to myself happy that I could help Max. I really need to take my own advice, my girl isn’t going to wait around forever. I will have to ask her sometime soon before another guy swoops in.

“what was that about?” Kenz asked.

“Just some guy advice he needed, good thing his wingman hazza was here” I chuckled to myself.

“Great you’re a wingman to an eleven year old, why not try my eight year old brother next?” She laughed.

“I am sorry I didn’t know love was just given to a certain age group” I threw her my best comeback.

“Haz, I never said that I just meant that you are giving love advice to an eleven year old, not that it is weird. I mean his twin has a girlfriend so umm” She mumbled off to herself.

Wow, I can tell why she is my bestfriend. She gets sidetracked so easily.

“what are we doing today anyway?” I questioned.

“Do you wanna watch a few movies?” She asked.

“Sure, how about the notebook” I suggested.

She just laughed at me, “Harry, I hate to break it to you but you have seen that movie more times than any other girl I know and the saddest thing is I haven’t even seen Dani or any of my dancer friends cry half as much as you do”

“It is an emotional movie” I defended myself

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, boo” She always calls me boo. It is our thing. Since we met she calls me boo and I call her Princess. It’s just the way we roll.

“Here take the box” Kenz said after becoming sick of me just taking one tissue at a time.

The girl had one tear, JUST ONE! Rolling down her cheek where as I was crying not a river but an ocean of tears.

The end credits began to roll and Kenzie got up off the floor.

“Thank god that’s over” She smirked as I continued to wipe my tears away.

“You’re so insensitive!” I told her, sort of harshly.

“At least I’m not a cry baby” She giggled.

“Whatever princess” I laughed.

“Do you wanna go for a walk?” She questioned.

“Sure, let me just grab some shoes and a jacket, possibly some longer pants.” She said frowning down at her extremely short shorts, that barely covered her bum.

“I think those shorts look just fine” I said cheekily.

“Harold stop being a perv” She laughed at me before rushing upstairs to grab her jumper and some shoes.

She came back down in my Jack and Wills jumper that covered her shorts entirely and a pair of vans. She picked up her phone off the table by the front door before exiting the house, I followed closely behind her.

We walked together hand in hand, swinging them back and forth all the way to the park. We reached the park and her hand quickly left mine as she saw a vacant swing. She sprinted for the swing leaving a young girl devastated she missed out on it. She walked off crying to her mum, I just chuckled to myself at the fact that Kenzie had the nerve to rush there to stop a little girl from getting on it. I finally reached the swingset which was on the furthest side of the park. Kenz got up and gesture for me to sit on the swing. I sat on it cautiously aware of how attached to swings the girl was. I sat on it and she sat on top of me. She wasn’t heavy at all, she couldn’t have weighed more than an actual brick, I am really not sure if that is healthy for her but that is the truth.