Always (A One Direction Fanfiction)

Chapter Seventeen: Misunderstanding

The beautiful girl smiles at me, and nods, "I'm Bailey." she says.

"Hey, um am I in the right apartment? Harry and Louis?" I ask, and her eyes immediately light up.

"Oh! You're Kellie?" She says, grinning, messily shoving a bunch of hair behind her ear, but still managing to look beautiful.

I open my mouth, and nothing really comes out so I close it again.

"Come in!" She happily says, gesturing for me to enter.

I give her a tight smile.

Who is this girl? Is she Harry's-

No. Thinking about that just makes my stomach churn.

I step into the loft, and I gawk at how modern it looks.

"Erm, does Harry happen to be here right now?" I ask, fiddling with my fingers, not quite sure where to place my hands.

"Oh yeah, he's in the shower." She says, completely oblivious to the picture she's painting for me right now.

My head starts throbbing, and so does my chest, so I immediately head for the door.

"Huh? Where are you going?" Bailey asks, and I politely excuse myself before exiting the apartment.

Before I close the door I hear Bailey, "Shit! Wait Kellie!" She says.

But I'm already in the elevator when she's out of the apartment, with sweats on this time.

I give her a small smile, before closing the lift doors.

I exhale a breath I didn't know I had been holding, and head straight to Jonah's.

~

I knock impatiently on Jonah's door when I arrive, and a skimpy but fit blonde opens the door.

"Yes?" She asks, drawling out the s, her breath smelling like cigarettes and beer.

"Is Jonah here?" I ask, tapping my fingers on the wooden doorway.

"Yup." She says, popping the p when she says it.

We stand there for a moment, and she doesn't seem to get the idea that I want to see him.

"Can you get him for me please?" I ask, tapping my foot.

The girl groans, and heads back into Jonah's house, shutting the door in the process.

A few seconds later, Jonah's out the door, waving the blonde goodbye.

I let out a sigh of relief and nod, then we both hug each other.

"Hey. What's up?" He asks, letting go.

"Nothing. You didn't have to make her leave you know?" I say, running a hand through my hair.

"Nah, you come first. Always." He says, and my face melts.

"Thank you Jonah." I whisper.

"Come in." He says gesturing for me to come inside, and I do.

"What's up?" He asks, when we are both settled on his velvet couch, my feet on his lap.

"I don't know." I groan, and put my face in my hands.

"Does this have something to do with a certain person who's name happens to start with an h?" He asks, and I nod.

An emotion flashes on his face quickly but disappears just as it appeared, and I don't have time to guess what emotion it was.

"What happened?" He asks, and I shrug.

"I don't even know why I feel bad. I just- it's just ugh." I groan, and lean my head back on the couch.

"Want to get your mind off things?" He asks, and I nod miserably.

Jonah stands up abruptly, knocking my feet on his expensive-looking coffee table in the process.

"Ice cream?" He asks, making me chuckle but then another thought dawns on me, making me even sadder.

"What?" He asks, noticing the look on my face.

"I forgot to tell you... Logan broke up with me." I say, and Jonah sits back down.

He tries to look sad, but he's obviously trying to hide a smile, biting on his lower lip.

"What?" I ask, arching my eyebrow.

"Nothing." He says, finally letting go and grinning.

"What?" I press, and he sighs.

"Well it's just that I think you didn't love him. I think you just dated him because he was.... there." He remarks, and I look at him accusingly.

"I don't use people!" I defend, punching his arm lightly.

He chuckles, "I don't mean in that way. I just think you dated him because he was the only one who made an effort to?" He says.

I roll my eyes, and stand up.

"Are we getting ice cream or what?" I ask, making him grin.

"Let's go." Jonah says, standing up.

~

We arrive in the local ice cream shop a few blocks from his house, we order two banana split sundaes and we sit on one of the tables outside.

"So are you going to your dad's wedding?" Jonah asks, with a mouth full of chocolate ice cream and bananas.

"I'm kind of obliged to. You?" I ask, remembering his dad was one of my father's best friends in college.

"Umm no." He says, putting another spoon of ice cream in his mouth.

"Why?" I ask, playing with the mango flavored ice cream on my plate

"Because if I see your dad, I would not hesitate to punch him." He says, making me burst out in laughter.

"You would-" I start but I am cut off by someone calling my name.

"Kellie!" I hear someone shout behind me, and I turn in my seat to see that someone is Harry.

Harry holding hands with a certain girl whose name happens to be bailey.

"Hey." I say lamely, offering a smile to both him and Bailey, whom I now recognize is a model.

"Hey. Who's this?" Harry asks, a tinge of jealousy in his voice.

I furrow my eyebrows but answer anyway, "Erm this is Jonah my-"

"Her boyfriend. I'm kellie's boyfriend, nice to meet you dude." Jonah says, standing up and shaking hands with a somewhat puzzled looking Harry.

Bailey looks worried and I look down to see that Harry's hand is now clenching very hard on bailey's small hand.

"Ow." She mutters, and Harry loosens his grip a bit.

I look at Jonah and raise my eyebrows but he just nods at me as if saying I got this.

"Is that true, Kellie?" Harry asks, his voice low.

I look at Jonah, but he looks at me as if to say just go along with it. So I do.

"Um yeah, he is." I say, standing up with the rest of them.

Harry is wearing shades, so I can't look at his eyes to see what he's thinking.

We stand there all for a moment, in awkward silence before Bailey decides to break the ice.

"Well it's nice meeting you guys." She says, smiling, and leaves, dragging Harry along with her.

He continues looking back, at me, until he and Bailey enter a taxi.

"Wow that was tense." Jonah announces, making me push him playfully.

"Why did you do that!" I ask, walking back to my car.

"To show him a lesson!" He says, following me.

"What lesson?" I ask.

"That not everyone can be available just because you want them to."