Don't Let Me Go. -A Harry Styles Fan Fiction-

Always and forever.

*AUTHORS NOTE*

I'm soooo sorry I haven't updated I've been so extremely busy this summer it's crazy! I'll try and make this a long chapter for you! Promise! xx

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*Harry's P.O.V.*

I shouldn't have done it.

I really really shouldn't have.

I slide down the wall with the phone clutched in my hand.

I should've just accepted the consequences from Brad. They couldn't have been that bad.. Actually.. maybe.. but who fuckin cares.

I love Kiara.

I stand back up and walk over to my bedroom and sit on the couch in front of the window..

On this couch me and Kiara shared some our best memories together.

Not any of them bad though.

At the age of 7 we recorded pointless videos with my dad's old camera on this couch.

At the age of 8 we made a fort on this couch.

At age 9 we experienced our first kiss together.. on this couch.

All the years we've sat on this couch.. doing stacks of homework and struggling to finish it.

No matter how stupid I sound right now.. talking about a stupid couch.. I don't care.

The memories Kiara and I share on this old couch are just banished.

Now I'm sitting here, by myself, no Kiara.

No more memories?

I can't even image that there won't be more.

I can't sit on this thing. It's not the same.

I get up from the couch and just stand there looking at it..

I turn in circles admiring the room.

So many memories with my best friend.

No more.

*Kiara's P.O.V.*

Why is this happening to me..

I don't wanna lose my best friend.

I sit up from my bed and leave the room because of the memories me and Harry had in there are torturing my mind.

I'm going to talk to Brad.

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"Hi Brad."

I say as Brad opens the door to his sun porch.

"Hey Kiara.." Brad says gazing from my face, to my feet, back to my face.. making it completely obvious that he's checking me out.

"Why are you here..?" He questions, sounding confused.

"Oh no reason.. I just really wanna do some stuff to you.." I say smirking and a wink following.

"Oh you do now?" He says with a smile appearing on his face.

"Yeah.. I do." I reply completely leading him on.

"Now what's that baby?" He says bring his hands to my waist.

" I want you to leave my friend alone." I demand and slap his face as hard as I possibly can.

"Fuck!" Brad whimpers and holds his cheek. I just stand there smiling but at the same time I didn't even know I could do that.. Harry would we proud of me.

 "Is baby Harold crying?" Brad says sarcaticly and starts to stick out his bottom lip, rubbing his cheek.

"No he's not crying you asshole. But I was." I say harshly.. whiping that puppy dog expression right off of Brad's face.

"Why are you crying over a piece of white trash like that? C'mon baby you got me." Brad says embracing me in a hug.

I don't hug him back. I just stand there and feel completely assolted.

I feel heat rush to my face and then a large amount of anger takes over my entire body.

"Get the fuck off of me!" I yell and push Brad's back into the door.

"Oohh you're a feisty one.. why don't we take this to the bedroom.. I think you'd be pretty fuckin good in there." He says smirking again.

I give him another blow to the head with my hand and now I can tell that he's pissed off.

"Now nobody fuckin insults my best friend like that and if anyone here is white trash, It's you." I say staring right into Brad's eyes.

"Sweety, Calm down.. Just accept the fact that you're little 'Best Friend' Is a complete moron." Brad says making hand gestures.

"Yeah Brad. Yeah. Now tell me, What the fuck makes him a moron?" I question him and take a step towards him.

"Uhh Because! He is one.." he replies hesitating.

I get right up in Brad's face and say "Can't think of any reasons why? Haha, exactly what I thought." And I march off to my car.

"Fuck you and stay away from my friend and oh yeah, WE HAVE NOTHING ANYMORE! You better get pretty used to that hand of yours because that's the only thing you'll be getting action from!" I yell out the window as I drive down the street, making my way to Harry's house.

*Harry's P.O.V.*

I make my way into the kitchen and I make my way over to my laptop.

I open it and log onto my twitter.

As I scroll down my timeline I hear a knock at the front door.

I close my laptop and proceed to make my way over to the door.

I open it and I see Kiara standing there.

"Uhh Kiara.. what are you-?" I get cut off by getting a hug from her.

She pulls away and looks into my eyes.

I'm just confused and just stare back.

"Please, Never leave me." She says and a tear excapes her eye.

"But Kiara.. We can't be-" I get cut off again.

"Yes we can Harry. I never want to not be your best friend. We've came way to far to just throw everything away. I can't live without you in my life." She tells me as she continues to stare into my eyes.

Seeing her cry makes me wanna cry..

"But Brad.." I manage to get out.

"I just got finished with him." She says a smiles.

"What...?" I question.

"I took care of the whole situation and lets just say his cheek must hurt pretty fuckin bad.. I care way to much about you to let anyone get in the way of you. We're best friends.. Always and Forever." She replies, grinning.

I don't even say anything. I just smile at her and give her a hug.

We pull apart and Kiara just looks at me and asks.. "So.. Are we still on for that date?"

I smile and say "Of course we are." And pull her inside, shutting the door behind her.