Strong // Harry Styles

Chapter 9

LOOOK AT HIS FACEEEEE OUR LIL ANGEL

(and ha dd and kk don't get your hopes up for this one)

Harry's POV:
"I don't know man, she's just something else." I tell the Irish boy in front of me.

"Wait.. is she the girl they always spoke about on tour? Was it..Kayla? Kourtney?" Niall speaks, taking a sip of his cold beer.

"Kim." i say, smiling. The thought of her made my head spin, in a good way.
In the best ways.

I look out to the sea, with Niall on my right. The view was perfect.. just no one to share it with really. Yeah, Nialler was here but I mean really share it with.

To wake up in the morning, make breakfast and enjoy the view. Together.

Seated on the patio of my million dollar house, it just felt lonely. Even though I should love this time off away from the boys, I don't feel complete really.

"Helloooo?" Niall waves his free hand in front of my face.

"Yeah? Sorry, what did you say?" I turn my attention back to him.

Niall laughs, "Does she have any hot friends?"

"I actually don't know...Hey what happened with Ashley?"

Niall sighs, taking another long swig of his beer. The last drop of golden liquid slips into his mouth, leaving only white foam left in the tall glass.

"Long story short, she was fake, didn't care about me." He says bluntly, shrugging it off.

"I'm sorry man. Everything will work out, I mean who wouldn't want to date the Niall Horan?" I say jokingly, earning a classic laugh from Niall.

"But seriously, don't sweat it. You'll find her." I say leaning farther into my chair.

There was silence for a while. It wasn't awkward, it couldn't be awkward with Niall. The sound of the waves were calming and it actually felt like I was relaxing.

"When are you going to see her again?" Niall asks breaking the silence.

"Beats me." I shrug, slouching more in my chair.

"The emos have meeting stuff today and tomorrow right?" Niall asks again sitting up from his own chair.

"Yeah, I think so. Why?" I laugh from his statement.

"Well, you should go over there and invite her out for dinner or something. She's all alone, and come on Harry, use your undeniable charm the media insists you have. Woo her." Niall laughs getting up, to refill his beer.

I laugh, it was almost ridiculous.

but worth a shot.

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Kim's POV:
Meetings. Meetings. And more fucking meetings.

I grumble and moan to myself, all alone in the lounge lazily flipping through endless channels of bullshit shows and movies.

"So many fucking channels but nothing on." I say to myself, shutting off the tele, walking over to the kitchen.

I was always so bored when the boys had meetings and when I didn't have uni. I had no one to talk to or bother. I should be grateful, but I wasn't. I was almost miserable.

Even though they annoyed the shit out of me at times, they were still family.

I peer into the fridge that I share with 4 slobs, seeing that someone ate my left over take-out.