Changing For You *Harry Styles* (ON HOLD)

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven

Friday, 11:05

I walked into my house and slipped off my heels. Even though I wore heels all the time I still never liked how they felt non my feet. They hurt and for some reason I never got used to it.

"Your late!" Dylan yelled. "I don't approve of this Harry guy! You were supposed to get here... five minutes ago!"

"Hey it's a Friday night, there's a lot of traffic!" I protested, but he still didn't break his glare. "Shouldn't you be in bed?"

"Like you said, it's a Friday night." He shrugged , he turned around and continued watching his show.

I walked down stairs to my room, and stripped out of my dress. I grabbed a pair of super baggy sweat pants. They were my brothers, I stole them from him once and even though he asked for them back multiple times I never gave them back to him, but he ended up stealing my pink fluffy pajama pants. He wore them all the time, it was like he had an obsession over them. I really miss Logan, he was like a best friend, but he still has his own life in Barnsley.

I grabbed my phone that was in my purse and flopped down on my bed. I started scrolling down my contact list and found my old friend Sam. I clicked on the name.

Me: Hey long time no see ;) -Kimmy :)

I threw my phone next to me and hopped off of the bed. I went over to my rack of music and looked threw the CD's, trying to find one I felt like listening to. I picked up my favorite album by The Fray, How To Save A Life. I popped it into my CD player, and rolled onto my Goose Feather mattress. I picked up my phone and noticed the small green message symbol meaning Sam texted me back.

Sammy <3: Hey gurl  how you doin? Everyone misses you, school has really changed sense you left :(

A frown was planted on my lips. I really missed all of my old friends from Yorkshire, I did make new ones but I have been through to much with my old ones for my new ones to replace them. I could find a new boyfriend though, all my other ones were nothing but users, and I don't roll that way.

Me: Aww!! I miss you guys so much! I am starting to feel home sick! :(

I wish I was there with them so bad! I know the girls are probably out in the club, it would have been so much fun! I did have a lot of fun tonight with Harry though, and I do wish he feels better soon I don't want him to feel horrible forever.

Sammy <3: Aww! it will be OK we will have to meet up sometime! But right now me and the girls went to the pub and there is a guy nagging me to dance with him so I have to go.

I knew it!

Me: OK good luck tonight ;) tell the girls I said hi!

I plugged my phone into the charger, and flicked the switch to make the room grow dark. I knew Sam wouldn't text me back 'cause she's kinda busy right now, so I just grabbed my blanket and dragged it up my whole body. It stopped right under my nose so that I could breath, I was curled up in a ball and cuddled into my giant bear that was the same size as me. I got that teddy because I can't fall asleep without cuddling up to someone/something.

A smile was planted on my lips, because whenever I cuddled up to this thing it felt like I was really being held at night. That's all I really wanted out of a guy, I just wanted him to hold me. Not even my ex did that, he wasn't the cuddle type, but apparently I fell in love with him. Now that I look back he was a dick, I don't even know how I liked him so much. Maybe things will change here.

I started drifting off to The Fray's music. And for the first time sense we made this move it felt like home.

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"Kim! Kim! Help! Please!" I heard Dylan yell from his bedroom down the hall. I threw covers off from my legs and stampeded out of bed. I ended up knocking my bear off of my bed, but it didn't matter right now.

"Dylan!" I yelled for him. I entered his room and saw him thrashing around on his bed. Was he asleep!?

I hurried over to the side of his bed, but all of a sudden he stopped. He stopped moving he stopped everything, I didn't even know if he was breathing or not.

"Dylan!" I yelled repeatedly, and was shaking him furiously. It was almost like he died from a dream. I was about to give up and call 999 (911), but he popped up. His hand was placed on his chest and he was panting like he just sprinted a mile.

"Ohh my God, Dylan! Are you OK!?" I wrapped my arms around him. That was seriously one of the scariest things I have ever endured. He was trembling like a person would shiver in 50° below.

"Come on it's OK. Let's go get you some warm milk." In told him. He never spoke, but I really wanted to know what was wrong with him.

I helped him off of his bed, and helped him walk to the living room where I sat him on the couch and put on some late night Nickelodeon, where Spongebob was playing. I walked into the kitchen and poured a glass of milk and put it in the microwave for a few seconds. I took quick glances over to Dylan who looked traumatized. He didn't move sense I sat him there. He just stared at the TV.

The microwave beeped and I had to divert my attention to that. I grabbed the glass and walked over to Dylan. I sat right next to him and handed him the glass. He took it and held it in both hands. He was staring into space I didn't know exactly where he was looking. I started rubbing his back to calm him down a bit and tell him it's alright.

"I'm fine with Harry." He finally said, and it slightly confused me.

"OK...?" I stated slowly.

He spoke again but this time actually made eye contact with me. "Something is going to happen, and your going to have to have him there for you." He said in all seriousness.

What!?