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"Why won't the bell ring!" I groaned to my good friend Lottie , Louis Tomlinsons oldest sister. Ever since I met her we been like sisters an since Louis and Harry became close friends you to just started to adapt as good friends.

The whole family was lovely.

"I know this days been dragging on!" Lottie said back. Lottie was a year younger then me but we had one class together at the end of the day. It was English class. She was amazing me on the other hand not so much. I loved to write that wasn't the problem it was having to actually use it in proper ways that's what I hated. Also having to read boring books that teachers force you to do book reports on.

Finally the bell rang an we headed to are lockers. I pulled out books an threw them into my bag. "Why does homework exist." I grumbled. "It wouldn't Ms Styles if you actually worked in class." Mrs.Griffin said giving me a glare. Once she was out of side I mockingly turned to Lottie an mouthed her annoying words. Mrs. Griffin hated my guts I wonder more if it was Harry an not me she hated.

Harry was suppose to pick me up after school since mom had to work late. I knew Harry would be late especially if he had to drive Ainsley home. I sat down by the tree where I usually wait an pulled out my journal. Some people call it a diary but since not only is my deepest darkest secrets written in her but also my song lyrics. I wanted to write music. I didn't Necessarily want my self to perform my music just wanted someone to. I always was glad my family loved music. Once Harry got into I was more pushed back an my family didn't forget Obviously just I wasn't in the spot light. I loved music so much I remembered when I was little I use to listen to my dad play the piano late at night in the basement and one night he caught me. That was my first piano lesson an the first time my family took notice to my interest in music. I started playing piano when I was 5 after a while I adapted to guitar when I turned 8 in secondary school I played many instruments in band class so I was a very musically talented person only thing I wished I could do was sing. I got lost in my train of thought when a honk shook me from my day dream.

Grabbing my bags I got up , heading over to the car. Harry was in the front with Ainsley in the passenger seat.

"How was school?" Harry said watching me as I entered the car.

"Fine." I said buckling in.

"Hi Kaitlyn." Ainsley said all cheerful.

"Hello Ainsley." I said back with a fake smile. I knew one thing if Ainsley was here that meant that I was being dropped off somewhere else. Harry never liked leaving my home alone. Even though I'm 15 an can quite capable take care of my self he never did.

"What do you want for supper?" Harry said.

"Food." I said not really in the mood just wanted to be home.

"Burgers it is." Harry said pulling into a drive threw. After we ordered we sat in the parking lot while we all ate.

"Kait, pick a place you wanna go am we will take you." Harry said trying to lighten the mood.

"Home." I said giving him a blank stare.

"Not there." He said

"Why not?" I said not really pleased with his answer.

I knew he wouldn't answer me.

"Harry , baby I need to be home soon." Ainsley said after pulling away from Harry's kiss

"Alright ill take you home." He said.

We drove Ainsley home.

"Harry?" I spoke quietly he seemed mad but I didn't know why.

"Hmm?" He said. I knew he had been distracted lately.

"What's wrong?" I said hoping he would tell his little sis.

"You mad at me?" He said turning giving me an apologetic look.

"Why?" I said now confused more then ever.

"Cause I spend alot of my time with Ainsley now." He said

"Well Harry she's your girlfriend I can't be mad. She's a sweet girl she needs to be treated well." I said hoping to make him feel better.

"Just promise if you need anything you will come to me?" Harry said giving me a concerning look.

"Yes yes yes! Now can we please go home!" I said trying not to laugh at his funny smile on his face. Making us break out into laughter.

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