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My head snapped in the direction of the voice and I couldn't believe who I saw. I didn't want to believe that it was really her. Kaylee. She was the one who had called my name, walking closer to Harry and me with her cousin. I forgot he lived in the apartment building right next to Harry's and that those buildings both shared the same walking path.
"Mr. Styles?!" Kaylee's voice changed from confusion, to disgust and then, right back to confusion.
"Hi Kaylee..." I said awkwardly as Buddy greeted the two people in front of us by trying to climb up their legs. I tugged on his leash lightly, pulling him off of them. My best friend's eyes traveled from my face to Harry's face and down to our intertwined hands. I could see the disapproval in Kaylee's eyes and immediately felt guilty for not telling her sooner. I felt bad that she had to find out this way.
"What the hell are you doing kissing our teacher?!" Her voice suggested that she was impatient for an answer. I looked up at Harry, stumbling on some words such as 'I' and 'uh'. Harry looked just as mortified as I probably did. He didn't want another student knowing about us even if that student was my best friend. We couldn't let go of each other's hands even if that would probably be the smart thing to do in this situation. I couldn't come up with any good lie and I didn't want to. Hiding this from Kaylee was the hardest thing I've ever had to do and I couldn't do it anymore. I gave Harry's hand a squeeze before answering Kaylee's question.
"Harry is my boyfriend..." It was out. She now knew the truth and if I knew my best friend, she would be demanding some explanations.
"Give that leash to your boyfriend because I need to talk to you." Kaylee's voice was cold just like it always was when she was mad at anybody. With a small sigh, I handed Buddy's leash to Harry and tried letting go of his hand. He kept my hand in a tight grip for a few more seconds, bringing it up to his mouth and kissing it. If Harry and I could have a normal relationship, he would probably love PDA. I could just tell by the way he was acting now. He loved letting me know he was there and sometimes he did that with a simple kiss to my hand.
Once Harry finally let go, I followed Kaylee to the pond a few meters away. I stood still, looking at the muddy pond water as she paced next to me, trying to wrap her head around this whole thing.
"How? How did this happen?" she questioned, but this time her voice was softer, less cold.
"Well we met at a café-" I was cut off by Kaylee. "Wait. You're saying you knew Harry before he started teaching at our school?" she was gradually losing her anger as I nodded slightly.
"We've been together for almost two years... I'm not some kind of girl that sleeps with her hot teacher if that's what you were thinking..." I knew I shouldn't be hurt because she didn't know about any of this, but I couldn't help it. Just the thought of having my best friend think I was that type of girl made me mad inside.
The bit of anger I was feeling disappeared when I heard the girl next to me apologize.
"I'm sorry, (Y/N). I prejudged like I always do without hearing your side of the story. I'm hurt that you would keep this all from me, but I guess I understand. If I was dating one of my teachers, I'd probably keep it from you too." she was using her most sincere tone yet it wasn't fake. She was genuinely apologizing and so I did too. I apologised for keeping everything from her.
"Okay, now give me some more details! Is he a good kisser? Is he good in bed? Is that his dog? (Y/N), you're with the man that every girl at our school wishes they could be with!" I laughed lightly at her eagerness to know about my relationship and everything that everyone else didn't know about Harry. I could feel my cheeks burn as I thought about my answer. Harry was definitely a good kiss, great kisser actually. He wasn't the kind of man that would try to take your whole mouth into his or swallow your tongue. He made every kiss perfect. And, oh was he good in bed. He had the ability to make me feel so much of his love with just his simple touch. He never forced me into doing anything I wasn't comfortable with and he wasn't into all that kinky kind of stuff which was great because I don't know if I would enjoy our sex life if he was.
"Yes. Oh yes. It's ours. And I know." Those were my answers to Kaylee's questions and statement. I had a small, proud smirk on my face when I uttered the last part of my answer. I loved knowing that so many people wanted Harry and that I was the only one who could call him babe and cuddle with him. I loved being able to wake up next to him and cook dinner with him. I loved the talks we had about our future together and the feelings we shared.
My best friend chuckled at my answer and suddenly, she wasn't next to me anymore. I looked over my shoulder to see her walking back to Harry and her cousin who were sharing a conversation. I quickly followed behind her, afraid of what she might say to Harry.
"Mr. Styles," she got Harry's attention and he turned his head to look at her. He was still worried, not knowing what we had just talked about. He swallowed nervously and Kaylee laughed.
"Why are you so scared, Mr. Styles? It's not like I'm going to tell anybody. (Y/N)'s my best friend. I couldn't do that to her." She stated as Harry's cheeks reddened like mine had earlier and my best friend gave me a side hug. It was great to know that our secret would be safe with her too. As Harry thanked her, he took my hand back into his free one, pecking my cheek. A goofy and uncontrollable grin spread on my face, loving when Harry wasn't afraid to show his affection towards me.
"How are you planning on keeping this a secret forever? If anyone finds out, even years after our graduation, both your reputations will be ruined." Kaylee's comment made the smile on my face disappear. I hadn't told her that I would be moving this summer, half way across the globe to London.
"We won't need to hide forever because we're moving this summer" I informed her sadly knowing she wouldn't like it. I could see her face drop as her lip trembled. We had been best friends literally our whole lives. It was understandable that she was getting emotional.
"W-where are you moving?" she asked, a bit of hope in her voice, thinking it wasn't that far.
I squeezed Harry's hand, something I often did when I was scared. I was scared of breaking my friend's heart with the continuation of this news.
"London..." As the words left my mouth, I saw that I had a reason to be scared.
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