Don't cry, Harry.

Chapter 9: I need you.

Kylie's P.O.V.

"It was a short-term relationship, but we can tell they were in love. They still are, in fact, best friends. Is this the end for Kylie, or is she going to jump from Zayn to another boy in the band?"  I sighed, shaking my head. I buried my face in my knees when What Makes You Beautiful came on. I quickly looked up to see a picture of Harry and I snuggling. We were comfortably laying down on each other while watching a movie. The headline was: BREAKING NEWS! HARRY STYLES OFF THE MARKET WITH ZAYN'S EX, KYLIE THOMPSON?!

"Oh, my, god." I heard myself yell.

I remember Louis taking this picture. But I also remembered it being on Harry's phone.

Had he sent this in? Just to make Zayn jealous, to make the other boys jealous. I felt my cheeks get hot, boy was I angry. I picked up my phone and texted Harry.

Come over. Now. I tried to make the text sound dramatic. 

Seconds later, the later flashed. On my way. xx

I quickly went over to my mirror fixed on the back of my closet. I was wearing a Victoria's Secret Fashion Show 2011 custom made jacket, that I had gotten last year when I sat in the front row of the exclusive show. A model handed the jacket over to me after saying how lovely my dress and Louboutin heels were.

As pants, I wore pink sweatpants that said PINK MODEL on the butt. I unzipped the jacket only to notice I wore nothing under. I quickly raced to my window to see if I had time to put a shirt on.

Nope. Harry was slowly walking down the street. Zipping the jacket back up a little bit so you could see the whole cleavage, I swipped some mascara on my long, dark eyelashed. 

I made my way down the long flight stairs, and pressed a few buttons on the front door which opened the gate. I looked through the eyehole. His head was down, hands in his grey sweatpants. I quickly checked myself one more time. I sucked my breath in, and opened the door.

"Hey." Harry managed to say. He held his hands out to my waist to try to squeeze in a hug, but I just turned around. 

He followed me down the hallway until my mother stopped him. "Why, hello, Harry! Haven't seen you in a while! How are you?" She asked coming out of the living room. 

"I've been better, Mrs.Thompson." He quickly looked at me with sad eyes. "How are you?"

My mom squealed him into a hug. "I'm sorry to hear that! Well you two, run along!"

We ran upstairs until my mom managed to say more. "Harry, the cooks are making your favorite tonight! French cheese souffle!" My mother said with her best French accent. "Would you like to join us?"

I rolled my eyes and turned to him. His mouth smiled and was about to say yes.

"Ye-"

"No, mom! Harry doesn't have time." I answered. He looked down again before we ran up to my room.

I slowly closed the door behind him. "So...whatsup?" He glanced around. He hadn't been her in a few months, but felt like years.

"I saw the picture."

"What are you talking about?"

"On E news. I saw the picture you sent of us cuddling."

"I'm sorry."

"So it was you?"

He silently nodded. Using my finger, I raised his head to face me. His eyes were all red like he had been crying, and had dark circles under his eyes because he probably hadn't slept in days. I wondered, why? He's the one that said it was over. Why was he doing this then?

"Can you tell me why?" I asked him. I gently took his arm as we leaned back on my bed. We sat down, staring back at each other.

Harry's P.O.V.

Because I need you. That's what I wanted to say. I couldn't bring myself to say it. Only those few words could destroy us. She already hated me, but this could literally change everything. Forever.

"Harry..?"

"I, um..."

"Yes?"

She placed her hand on my knee. I gulped. "Harry, you can tell me." She moved her hand to my arm. Her cold hand against my skin sent shivers down my spine.

"You can tell me anything. I just need to know why you did it.."

Come on, Harry. Say it! I told myself. I took in a couple breaths

"...because I love you."