Strong // Harry Styles

Chapter 4

can we just take a moment of silence for that photo ..

Harry's POV:
It's been about 2 months since the break, and I don't think I've ever been more happy to just sit on the couch and watch footy.

Today I was going into town though. I really need groceries and whilst in town I might get hair cut. I do love my long hair, but it's getting a lil wild.

I slip on my blue nike sneakers that have been worn way too many times, and descend outside with my baseball cap hiding my face.

Kim's POV:
Today was going to be an absolute drag. I'm finally coming home to my dorm after leaving the country at least 3 times in the past 2 months or so. I had to keep going back and forth to my house back in America to take things from my room and see my mom. Carl's funeral was depressing as ever and my mom is still very distraught. I am too, but everywhere she looks reminds her of him.

She's been very stressed at work and now my father thinks it's a good time to try and pop in anytime he would please. I can tell something else is bothering her too, but she just won't budge and tell me.

Anyways, I'm going to have really bad jet leg once again. I'm so thankful it's Saturday and I don't have class tomorrow, cause I wouldn't be able to function. Coffee can't fix everything some times.

I also need groceries since I'm almost certain that my snob of roommates are all of them. They really needs to go out and not eat everything in the fridge. However I'm always the bad person when I tell them to get off their lazy ass' and get a girlfriends or something. Funny how that works.

I walk down the deserted London street with my heavy black duffel bag, and enter the nearest primart. Seems to be no one here too, so I decide to take my time. I also decide to send a quick text to Calum knowing that at least he is still up watching either Grey's Anatomy or Pretty Little Liars, too see if we need anything special;

calcium 
K: Hey, so I've made the assumption that there is absolutely no food in our fridge so I'm at primart. Do you need anything special? Also, don't watch season 12 of Greys! I'll kill you.

Almost instantly my phone buzzes and he texts back.

C: You know me too well... and yes we need more of that delicious chocolate that was in the top shelf of the cabinet... plus don't worry I wouldn't dare to.

K: CAL! That was the chocolate my mom got me from her trip to Germany! URG! Now I'm actually going have to kill you.

C: Well find a better hiding spot than next to my buttered crackers ;)

I hated him sometimes. First off, he had a ripped body yet he ate absolute shit all the time. Second, he had no personal space and ate/took my stuff all the time. Third, he was an absolute slob.

But he was one of my best friends, and could make me laugh even when Carl was gone or sick. Kindof like Harry did;

Yes of course i remember him, I mean how could I just forget? He hasn't contacted me, but I didn't blame him. He probably was just being nice, and felt bad for me. However, it would have been nice if he cared and actually "liked me". Hell, it would have been an absolute miracle.

Harry's POV:
I walk into primate with my cap still on, but a fresh haircut tucked away inside. I cut it to about the length in 2013, and I didn't hate it. It certainly felt different not having longer hair, but it feels like a fresh start for this break. My lil directioners are going to go ballistic, but hopefully in a good way.

I needed almost every kind of food in the store; bread, milk, eggs, pasta, juice and even butter. Let's just say I have only takeout and water in my fridge.

However I wasn't going to get everything today since it looks like it's going to downpour any second now, and I walked here.

I take my time walking up and down the aisles, picking up stuff for the next two days. This store was practically deserted. Maybe one or two people every 3 aisles. I didn't mind at all, less attention.

As I walk towards the front of the store once again, I see a women. Her back was facing me, though she looked very familiar. She was wearing a tan hoodie and black leggings. Her brown hair bobbed back and forth slightly in its pony tail as she moved her head back and forth to the song playing quietly in the store. She wasn't in a rush, but taking her time. She looked around, taking in the scenery.

I'm stalking behind her, now at her pace. She turns her head slightly and I see her brown eyes and flawless skin again.

"Kim."

I think I say in my head, but I say lowly out loud. I begin to recollect that night outside the restaurant. When she wasn't afraid to actually tell me what's wrong, and didn't flip about who I was.

She must had heard me because she jumps a little and grabs her chest. She slowly turns her head towards me, and breathes out.

"Oh my god, Harry. You scared me so much I had absolutely no idea who you were." She says laughing it off and fully turning her body towards me.

"Sorry, that wasn't my intention." I smile not really knowing what to say.
"So how are you Kim?"

A small but a bright smile creeps on her face as she answers, "I'm doing.. okay. I just got back from America, again. I'm really awake even though it's almost 10pm and I've been awake for 23 hours." She laughs again, pulling a stranded piece of hair behind her ear. Her eyes flicker from my own to the floor. I can see the slight pain in her eyes, but I didn't quite know what it was from.

"How about you?"

I've been doing great actually. I love doing nothing at home and when I'm not at my home I visit my mum. I hadn't realized how much I miss her cooking and jokes.

"I'm doing pretty good..." I pause furrowing my eyebrows. "I'm really sorry again about your brother..and for not contacting you after that night." I sputter out, my mouth becoming very dry. I had actually been in LA, and my mums the past 2 months, so I hadn't had time to actually call her. I thought about her a lot after that day, but I didn't want to call her too soon.

"Harry, it's fine. You don't need to apologize. I understand if you were busy or whatever." I can see she's smiling through some type of pain and struggling to be kind. She turns around and proceeds to walk to the front of the store.

Wait, does she think I didn't want to call or contact her? I for sure, really did.

I speed walk next to her again,
"Wait, no Kim. I did want to call you, I just got really sidetracked with traveling and.." But she cuts me off before I can finish.

"No, you really don't have to explain yourself. You don't have to make up any excuses for me. I understand." She says bluntly, looking foward as we walk.

Those words actually really hurt. She thought I just took her number for fun? For sympathy?

Kim's POV:
I really didn't regret what I said and meant every word. He doesn't have to make stuff up just to cover for not contacting me. I'm used to it really.

I steal a quick glance at him as we walk, his eyebrows furrowed and a confused frown plastered on his gorgeous face. Little brown hair escaped from his baseball cap and fell on his forehead. He was wearing a black hoodie with gray sweats. He looked hot without even trying.

I turn my head back and bite my tongue. i scold myself for thinking that way, even if it was true.

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moseby

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