Strong // Harry Styles

Chapter 3

Kim's POV:

"Harry." I say, knowing exactly who he is. Harry Styles, was talking to me. Lil old me. The famous, Harry Styles who's part of the one of the greatest bands in the world, is sitting next to me. I glance quickly over to him and he is.. blushing?

"Well Kim, would you do me the honor is telling me what's wrong?" Harry speaks slowly, as a signature smirk appears on his face.

I felt a pain and shiver shoot down my spine and into my stomach, remembering why I am crying so hard. Should I tell him? Why does he want to know? I would probably bore him to death with my stupid story. I should just spare myself the time and energy.

"Don't worry about me, I am a big girl. I can handle-e this." I spoke out strong, but my voice cracked at the end. Fuck.

"Oh, but I want to help. I've got time. Now spill, Kim." He says scooting closer, looking at me like a child who wants to know anything and everything.

I put my hood down and look away. I decide to tell him my stupid sad story. As I speak, I occasionally look over to see his face drop more and more, as his eyes almost become glossy. Was he going to cry..?

I finish telling him, ending with me outside and crying. I didn't know if I should tell him how my brother was my best friend for a while, but I didn't really care.

He nods and doesn't say anything for a minute. His eyebrows are furrowed and it looks like he's thinking hard before he speaks. My heart is pounding the fastest it ever pounded, my hands are even beginning to feel clammy. He must think I'm pathetic and over reacting. How I am being stupid crying and becoming upset over this. Why do I care what he thinks anyways?

I look over to him once again, eyes stinging. Becoming more and more worried. Just then, Harry clears his throat, and looks up at me. I freeze and see a single tear escape his eye. Is he really crying because my brother died?

He quickly wipes it away, "Hey, sorry. I get emotional when people loose people and family that they love truly, and dearly... because I can relate to it. I can relate to you, Kim. I too have lost 2 of my childhood friends, that I absolutely adored. Just one was named Hamster, and well he was a hamster, and a dog named Max." His accent was thicker than before, I guess since he had become emotional.

A laugh escaped and I cover my mouth in response. He chuckles and I can feel my cheeks heat up. I was so worried, for no reason.

"Yeah, I know they are pets and not people, and that I don't have such a great imagination when it comes to naming pets..." He chuckles again, wiping his face with his suit cuff. It was quiet for a few minutes, all giggles and laughs have faded.

"Even though Carl left, just know that his life was amazing with you. You were his whole world and life, he was so lucky to have you." He then said in almost a whisper, as his gaze was locked with my own once again.

I wasn't too sure what to say now. He just said something that sounded like a freaking poem, and I don't want to sound like an complete idiot. I froze.
I can see in the corner of my eye that he is playing with his thumbs, like he almost nervous in what I'm going to say.

"Thank you." I say blankly, meaning it completely. He looks up from his thumbs, confusion spread across his face.

"For what?" He laughs.

"For listening, and understanding. I would probably still be crying my eyes out sitting on this cold concrete, freezing my ass off, if you hadn't found me." I laugh, knowing for certain I would be.

Just then, Harry springs up from his feet and reaches his hand out towards me. I accept it and I'm now on my numb feet. I almost lose my balance, but Harry firmly keeps me up.

"Well now you aren't crying, well as much, or sitting on the concrete." He grins widely at me and I couldn't help but laugh.

"Thank you, again." I stare into his emerald eyes, that were covered with tiny strands of fallen brown hair. I could feel the heat between him and I, even on this freezing, well now night.

*buzz buzz*

My phone buzzes on the ground below us. Harry slowly reaches down, picking up the now cracked thing. As he hands me the phone, his warm hand touches my ice cold one. I glance quickly up at him, seeing worry wash over his face as I read my phone;

Group Chat between J, Lis and I:
J: Kim, where the fuck are you?
L: Yeah, your food has been sitting here for like over 10 minutes.
J: Did you die in there?
L: KIM!

i sigh at the messages, knowing I have to go back in there. I didn't want to face the real world. I just wanted to stay here, maybe forever.

"I have to go back in, before my friends think I got kidnapped or died." I speak not looking up at Harry, putting my phone in my hoodie pocket.

"Hey," Harry speaks touching my shoulder, "Here." He gives me his phone. "Put your number in, so I can check in and call you to meet again." He shyly rubs the back of his neck, as I take his phone.

I smirk as I put in my number and contact as, 'Kim (girl who you met crying outside that restaurant)

"Hey! Harry is that you?" I hear another thick accent, but this time it sounded Irish.

I turn around slightly as Harry looks over to the one and only Niall Horan. I must be dreaming. i mean I know they, pretty well from the stories I've been told, but they don't know me. I hand back his phone quickly as Harry speaks back, "Yeah mate! I'm coming, give me a minute."

His gaze automatically locks with my own like it was routine. I feel like I'm on cloud 9, this can't be happening.

"Come on, let's go in."

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