Bad to the Bone // larry 90's au

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SCENE 33 - please don't be mad.

LOUIS' CAR. 1:12 AM. SANTA CRUZ, CALIFORNIA.

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The car ride was silent. It was definitely an uncomfortable silence, too.

"Please don't be mad." Kenna mumbled from her slouched position in my passenger seat.

I took a deep breath and spoke with gritted teeth, gripping the steering wheel. "I used to compare myself to you, you know? When I first got here I thought of you as a more confident me. A better me, but you're not. You're just as much of a fuck up as I am." I let that linger in her mind for a few seconds. "I'm beyond pissed at what you did and how you handled it but I'm still your friend. You're probably the best friend I have here, actually. Shane's been too busy with Beck to listen to me and Aaron's, you know, Aaron." I rub my temples. "Fuck. I'm not going to let you do this to yourself."

She was quiet until we pulled up to my families rental house. I helped her out of the car and we walked through the side yard before sitting on the old swings in the backyard next to a bunch of various plants.

I went inside to grab Kenna a blanket and a sweatshirt for myself quickly before sitting down next to her.

"I love her. I want you to know that." She said clearly. I knew why too, she needed a reason for sleeping with Beck. It was the truth, I could tell and it hurt me so much to see her like this. Although I know she brought it on herself.

"I know." I replied, swinging slowly. "Don't worry, I'm not going to say anything."

She exhales deeply. "Thank god." A silence rises again, this time comfortable now that the big question of 'Is Louis going to tell?' is answered.

"I get it, we're both hopeless romantics. I guess that's where I noticed the similarity." I chuckle lightly.

The moonlight somehow radiated a blue color down on us and the yard around us. It was beautiful. Especially beautiful on the white flowers. "Maybe we aren't. Maybe we're just stuck here in the world of Harry and Beck- the world of extraordinary people right now so we don't know what vanilla love is." Kenna says with a sliver of hope for a future with a girl she'll love.

"Well, I left my town because of a boy and showed up here. Now I'm stuck up on another boy. That's what I call hopeless." I answer her theory.

"You're right. I've been stuck on the same girl for over 3 years." There's a moment of silence before Kenna starts snorting and giggling inappropriately. I can't help but join in.

"We're into some shit people, aren't we?" I look at her. She smiles. "Yep."

"Kenna," I say after our giggles fade and mouths mold back into their original positions of flat lines. "I'm happy with him again. We're back to normal but I'm afraid that he's not actually okay and he's just putting on a mask or something. I don't know, I just care about him a lot and imagining this all going to shit is scary."

"He'll be okay. He's always okay. He's Harry." She answers in a lazy, thick voice. She yawns afterwards.

This is the problem with everyone. They assume he's invincible, but my god he's a human. He's probably more human than any of us. He's Harry Styles, not a god damn superhero. It's so weird to think how blind the people here are. Even someone as real as Kenna.

"Let's get you to bed." I lift Kenna in my arms and carry her through the sliding glass doors and on to the couch. I tuck her in and lay on the smaller couch. I am shorter than her.