Strong // Harry Styles

Chapter 11

Harry's POV:

It's currently 6:55 and I'm parking my car outside the emos apartment. Well Kim's apartment. Emos just live off of her for now.

I look down at my appearance, black jeans, basic black sweatshirt, beanie in sweatshirt pocket, with a Kiss white tee underneath. It was a quite chilly London evening, perfect for what I had planned.

With another rose in my hand, I walk up the 2 flights of stairs, instead of taking the elevator to the apartment. Good thing these ashburn colored shoes are not only fashionable, but comfy.

I raise my free hand to knock the same as I did just this morning, revealing an confused Calum..

*15 minutes before*

Kim's POV:

Michael helped me choose my outfit, and he didn't do such a bad job. It was a lot of black at first, I mean I wasn't complaining, but I switched his black nirvana shirt for a cropped grey blink-182 shirt.

I glance at the rest of my appearance in the mirror, black skinny jeans, white marked up converse and my silver heart necklace that I wear everyday making an appearance rather than tucked away under my shirt.

"You look hot." Michael says, as I see him standing behind in the mirror, looking over my new look.

"You don't think it's too little? Too much?" I ask, touching my freshly done hair courtesy of Ash. He saw on Pinterest of all places how to curl my hair then brush it out to make it wavy. It somewhat worked, although I had to fix it with some sort of spray I found. Ash is very proud of himself.

"No, it's perfect if you ask me." Luke suddenly appears, leaning on the door frame of Mike and I's room.

"What's perfect- Oh hello! Who dis? Kim are you in there?" Ash says walking into the room,

"Oh shut up. I know I wear oversized shirts and shorts all the time but I'm still me." I say defensively.

"I know, it's just weird seeing our lil kimmy going on a date." Ash says, leaning his head on top of mine, fake sniffling.

"Ugh piss off, I'm Luke's age! I'm not that young."

"I'm still 12 days older than you." Luke adds, still leaning on the frame with his arms crossed. Trying to look all cool and collected when I know he's a total music geek and loser. The OG Hemmo1996 is how I will always see him.

I just shake my head and walk out of the room into the lounge area.

I walk towards the couch where Calum is playing Call of Duty or something, and sit next to him.

I look at him, and he looks either concentrated or mad. Probably both, but both Cal and I have this resting bitch face so I can't really tell.

"Hellooo?" I say, waving my hand infront of his face. His face not budging, acting like I'm not even there.

He's ignoring me. Oh hell no.
literally not in my apartment.

I lay back and place my feet on Cal's lap, using him as a foot rest. He hates this he tells me, but I know he secretly loves it.

I let out a relaxed sigh as I move around trying to find a comfy position, as i swear I start to see Calum almost smirking.