30 Days -H.S-

Chapter 11.2:

{UN-EDITED CHAPTER}

{Recap/continuation of the sneak peak}

Day Eleven: Part 2

I woke up with the half of the bed empty. No doubt, Harry had left.

I stood up and made my way to the kitchen for breakfast.

"Kylie," a voice sacred me, which made me jump and turn around.

"What the fuck, Sam!" I shout at my older brother who was laughing.

"Nice to know you haven't changed one bit!" He said, wiping a tear in his eyes from laughing.

"Whatever." I replied, rolling my eyes.

"Anyway," he continues. "A boy, who claims to be your boyfriend, told me to give you this." He said, handing me a small note.

"Erm, thanks." I said, placing it on the table.

"No problem." He chuckled and went back to his room.

I turn back to the note and unfold it.

Once I did, I immediately recognized the hand writing.

Dear Kylie,

Sorry if I left without telling you. It's just that, I have something important to do. Please don't bother to call or text me today because I won't be answering it. I'll see you some time.

Love,

Harry x.

I sighed, placing the note back on the table.

What could be happening to Harry right now?

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Kylie's POV

I went back to sleep after I wash the dishes, since I have nothing to do.

My mind tells me to wait for Harry but I know better. He won't come back, not until tomorrow, I think.

I lay down on my bed and drifted off to sleep.

Harry's POV (earlier that morning)

I was woken up by my phone ringing on Kylie's bedside table. I groaned, getting up, careful enough not to wake Kylie.

I opened it and saw a message from an old friend, Nate.

Hey man! Haven't spoke to you in such long time! Mind if we can catch up in the coffee shop near your school? -Nate

I furrowed my eyebrows. How did he get my number and my current school location?

How did you get my number and my school location?

I texted back.

I was about to put it back on the table when it made a 'ding!' sound.

I have my ways. Anyway, meet me in the coffee shop. My girlfriend and I have something that you would like to know. -Nate.

I was never really good friends with his girlfriend. We never really got along. But oh well, I wonder what bullshit they will talk about, but I might as well hear it, since I also have questions.

I head down the stairs and went to the kitchen to write a note for Kylie.

"Harry, is it?" A voice boomed around the kitchen. I turn around and saw a boy, about my age, maybe a bit older, who looked similar like Kylie.

"Erm, yeah," I awkwardly face him. "I'm Kylie's-"

"Boyfriend," he chuckled. "The boy she's always been talking about. I'm Sam, her brother." He said, sticking his hand out for me which I gladly shook.