Kenzie's Point of View (At her house the Friday after the club)
I woke up in haze to my phone vibrating next to me. I had a new text message.
From Harry:
Can you come over?
To Harry:
Sure, what time?
From Harry:
As soon as you can.
To Harry:
Okay, I'll be there in about 20 minutes. Just text me your address.
Does Harry really want me to come over? Should I even go? Me and Louis kinda have a thing now and I don't think it's a good idea.... but I promised Lou we would keep it a secret. If I say no he might think something is up and I don't want to give him and reason to be suspicious. When we kissed it was awkward and I just didn't like it. Harry seems cool I guess but he's no Louis. My thoughts were then interrupted by my phone buzzing as Harry had texted me his address. Well I better get going. I looked over to Louis and wrote him a quick note for when he woke up. And with that I grabbed my bag, and my keys and left.
I finally arrived and walked up the pathway to his house. I knocked on the door and within a matter of seconds he ripped open the door.
"Woah, uhmm.. Hi Harry?" I managed to say. He looked a mess. His curls were all over the place, his eyes looked heavy and tired, and he was still wearing the same clothes from yesterday. Has he even slept?
"Come in." He smiled. I then walked in and followed him into the living room.
"So why'd you call me over here?" I asked
"I want to try something." He said as he placed a hand on my shoulder and the other on my wrist as he pulled me down to sit on the couch.
"What is it?" I asked curiously.
"This." He plainly spoke as he placed his lips to mine. I kissed back, but was a little surprised. I feel bad but I remembered what Louis said. "If he kisses you just kiss him back. It'll hurt but please." After about five seconds he broke the kiss and stood up.
"That's what I thought." He mumbled as he starred at the ground.
"What do you mean?" I asked. He then started pacing around like he was thinking about something, or trying to search for the answer himself. After a minute of doing that he abruptly turned around and walked back over to the couch and placed a hand on top of my right one that was on the couch.
"Listen." Harry spoke. "You're really cool, and pretty, and nice but I-" He continued to say but was cut off by me.
"Don't like me." I spoke.
"No, no that's not it.. It's just when we kissed.." He trailed off.
"It's just that when we kissed, I didn't feel.. you know.. fireworks or sparks or butterflies." He admitted.
"I see.." I trailed off. "But honestly Harry.. you've been with a lot of girls... are you telling me that you've felt fireworks with all of them?"
"Not all of them.." Harry trailed off. "Just one."
"Oh.."
"It's not you Kenzie.. or me.. It's her. Once you feel those fireworks with somebody you've just got to have them. Nobody else compares." He spilled out.
"Well do you mind if I ask who you felt these ever so amazing fireworks for?" I joked trying to lift the mood.
"Erm.." His voice cracked and he suddenly looked like he had seen a ghost.
