Wishes (H.S)

Best...band ever?

Kenny's POV.

I wonder what is going on in that mind of his. He's looking at me with a smug smirk on his face, his eyes burning their way into mine.

"You do?" I ask, sitting straight up in his bed.

"Yea, actually I do. I've kind of wanted to do it for a long time, but it never really came up. Now that you don't have anything to do, we can go ahead and try that." He says, wiping the hair off of his forehead.

"Are you going to tell me what that is, exactly?" I lift my brow.

"Mm.. I don't know. I can only tell you what you should wear." He chuckles.

"What I should wear?" I repeat his words. "What, is there like a dress code?"

"Unfortunately, yes."

"Okay..?"

"Wear something warm. Like, really warm. Gloves, jacket, hoodie..." he says, scratching the back of his arm.

"Uhmm... alright?" I laugh, standing up. "But, I don't have anything here."

"Oh, yea." He face palms himself. "Do you want to go and get your clothes?"

"What other choice do I have?" I sigh.

"Alright, well I'll take you in a second. I really have to take a piss." He chuckles and I shake my head, smiling.

Now I can't even brush my damn teeth until I get there. I absolutely hate morning breath.

I change into my clothes, checking my reflection in the mirror. I don't look as bad as I suspected, but I'm still not quite pleased with my appearance.

A few minutes later, Harry reappears in the room wearing a black skinny jean with a white tshirt. My breathing gets stuck in my throat as I take in his breathtaking appearance, while I look like I've been hit by a truck full of garbage.

"You wanna get going?" He breaks me out of my thoughts and I'm being snapped back to reality.

"Uhm, yea.." I reply, feeling feverish.

"Okay.." he trails, a bit confused by my reaction. He grabs his keys on the table and we exit his bedroom. We walk down the stairs and just as we get to the bottom I hear a voice.

"Hey man!" The person yells and my headache returns.

"Jeez, Cal. Lower your fucking voice." Harry mumbles, rubbing his temple. Why does he have a headache? He didn't drink last night?

"Dude, who's the chick?" He asks, nearing us.

"I'm Kenny." I say, speaking for myself.

"Hey, I'm Cal." He grins, holding his hand out to shake. I take it hesitantly, shaking his hand.

"Nice to meet you."

"Likewise." He smiles, letting go of my hand. My instincts take over and I quickly wipe my hand on the back of my shirt. Not trying to be disrespectful, but I don't know where he's been.

"Alright, enough of this awkwardness." Harry chuckles, running his hand through his hair. "We have to get going. See you later, Cal."

"Yea man, we have to plan Niall's birthday. Can't fucking believe he's already graduating."

"Yea, me neither." Harry chuckles.

"Maybe you're band can perform." Cal suggest and my mouth practically falls to the floor.

"Oh god." Harry groans.

"No, no. What band?" I ask, getting really interested.

"It's nothing, we can talk about it later Kenny. See you around, Cal." Harry dismisses and takes me hand, leading me out.