Where Love Hurts The Most( Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 28

Kylie's P.O.V

“Hey Kylie, Bri and I are going to go to the grocery store, you wanna come with?” Zayn hollered from the bottom floor.

“No thanks..” I yelled back down.

“Okay, well do you need anything....?”

“No, I'm good, wait! Can you grab me some more hot coco??” I asked him again

“Okay ..” And with that I heard the door slam shut. I was in my room, sitting on my window bench watching the rain fall from the sky, the rainy, dark weather made me feel cozy and warm. The London weather was perfect for me, I loved the cold and wetness of the area. We have settled into London quiet well for only being here for about 2 weeks, school starts tomorrow, we all got out schedules in the mail yesterday. Surprisingly I have 3 out of 5 courses with Zayn, only 1 with Brianna. I'm really excited about going to my Singer's and song writers class, that's the class I have with Brinna. Obviously she's the singer part and I'm the song writer, I prefer to write the music, I mean people tell me I have a good voice, but it's no where near Brianna's. I've adapted to the area fairly well, I mean I know where the Starbucks is, and the library and the café, so I guess you could say I'm doing alright. 

I still cry myself to sleep sometimes thinking about Harry, my mind wanders to that day at the airport, when he told me it wasn't a goodbye, but it sure felt like one to me. He called me a few times the first couple of days we got here, but I haven't heard from him in about a week and a half. I imagine he's probably busy with UCLA, considering it started school last week. I miss the sound of his voice, and waking up alone isn't exactly a walk in the picnic, but it's what I chose to do, so I have to stick with it. 

Ive been trying to keep busy for the most part, I got a job at a music store about a block from our house, I work the front counter and on Tuesdays and Thursdays I give kids lessons on the piano, I enjoy my job a lot and it pays well to, not that I'm in it for the money but because it's something to do besides stay at home, while watching Zayn and Brianna mack all over each other. Don't get me wrong I love them bunches, just seeing them makes me feel even more alone then normal. Sometimes I think about what Harry's doing, or if he's thinking about me...

Anyways I think it's time that I get off my butt and go do something, I really want a tea right now.., Crap!! I guess that's what I forgot to tell Zayn to get me. Well looks like I'll be making a trip to Starbucks, I got up from the window bench and walked over to the bathroom, I really didn't feel like flat ironing my hair, it would be pointless in the rain, so I just mermaid braided my long hair all the way to the bottom and pulled in to one side. I reached in the closet and pulled out my black leggings and knee-high dark brown boots, then pulled my big cream colored knit sweater over my head, I looked in the mirror one more time and decided I looked presentable. I grabbed my phone and slid it in my boot and a five pound bill. I grabbed my house keys and closed the door behind me. The most convenient thing about our house is it was so close to everything, Starbucks, school, work, library, and the park. Within minutes I was in Starbucks, waiting in line, surprisingly it was rather short for once, instantly I looked up at this boy as he talked to me, his soft curly brown hair, and his perfect skin tone, those dimples, he looked like Harry, only his eyes sparkled with ocean blue tint.

“Umm, are you ready to order?”He slightly giggled, as I zoned back into reality.

“Yeah, I'm sorry you just remind me of someone..” I smiled, still shocked to what just happened.

“Can I get a Black tea, hot please..” I said as I handed my five pound bill to him.

“No problem, name please” he asked me as he opened the cap to his black Sharpie.