'UGH' / h.s (ON HOLD)

Chapter 10

~ Kennedy Johnson ~

"Hey, you're awake." Harry turned around and smiled at me as I walked to the kitchen. "Yeah. I am." I tried avoiding eye contact with Harry but its not like it was that easy.

"I made some coffee. Its over there if you'd like." Harry pointed to where the coffee was placed, I nodded.

I served myself a cup of coffee and sat in one of the love seats of the living room, grabbing my phone I tapped the Twitter app and began scrolling down my timeline.

"Last night Harry Styles seen at restaurant Outback with lovely lady Kennedy Johnson"

"One Direction's heart throb Harry Styles carrying Ms. Jonhson? Click link below for more information"

"Kennedy Johnson was last seen last night at Fade Mall with the one and only Harry Styles from One Direction?! Must be one of his 'friends' "

Of course.

Fuck. This. Shitty. Publicity.

"Kennedy." Harry called. I ignored him once again, I was too distracted by the stupid rumors that were already forming out of one foto.

One fucking picture and its already WWIII.

"Kennedy, ignoring me isn't gonna make it any better." Harry said.

Fuck Harry just leave me alone for a second would you? Gosh. He's so annoying sometimes.

"Kennedy-" I cut Harry off. "Harry please. Just shut up for a minute." I rudely told Harry but instantly regretted it.

"Okay. Sorry." Harry said in almost a whisper and kept quiet. I kept scrolling through twitter and wow, double the hate. Fantastic.

"I hate you bitch. Damn, you might be hot and shit but you certainly don't deserve Harry. I really don't see what he sees on you, maybe he feels bad for you? Probably. He just feels bad that you don't have anyone. Yeah, he's that kind."

"Wow. Harry? Really? Why don't you just go jump into another guy's pants other than Harry? Seriously."

"Harry can do way better. That bitch is gonna tear his heart into pieces. This really shocked me, shes not even that pretty. Her background is.. terrible. I don't know about any of you but I really don't like her with Harry. I don't like her at all! This is gonna be hard.."

This just makes it even better for me, just boosting up my self- esteem ya know.

Fuck this. Fuck everyone. Everyone can go fuck themselves.

"Kennedy what wrong?" I gasped. I forgot he was there, he had been so quiet. Oh yeah.. I told him to. "Nothing. I'm fine."

Totally. Fine.

"But you look like you're going to-" "Harry I said I'm fine. Don't push it." I said and quickly ran up to my room. If i kept on talking, I was gonna crack.

My phone beeped. Dan.

No. no. no. no. no. Fuck. I forgot I had work today! Fuck.

Dan: Where the heck are you Kennedy?! Its already 12:26.

Kennedy: I cant go today. I have a terrible fever. Sorry xx

Dan: Fine. Whatever.

He's angry. I know it. He'll be so pissed off at me once he sees me on Monday.

I'm not ready for this. What made me think I was ready for this? I knew this was gonna happen. Gosh, I'm so stupid.

"Kennedy! Kennedy whats goin-" I flew my room door open to face Harry. He had the exact worried face that he had last week. And yesterday. And 15 minutes ago. "Harry. Please. I need you to stop worrying about me. Just stop." I sternly told him. I couldn't have him worrying about me all the time.

I hate it. That feeling you get when someone cares. It doesn't feel real to me. Its artificial. He doesn't worry. He just probably likes the idea of worrying.

"Kennedy. How am I gonna fucking stop worrying about you when you're acting like this? you snap at me all the time, you ignore me. You don't wanna say anything about yourself." Harry shouted.

I stood in between my room door and the small hallway that leads to the stairs. My eyes were closed. I couldn't cry, I didn't want to cry. I wanted to be mad at him, I wanted to scream at him. But I couldnt. I wasn't able to.

He was right though, I don't want to talk about myself because its ashaming. Its ashaming to look back to who I was. Its even ashaming to look back to who I was yesterday.

The only thing I could say was, "Sorry." Nothing else. And again, "Sorry." And again "Sorry."

Crouched against the border of the door, my eyes were stinging. I was gonna cry. In front of a boy. A man.

Harry got down on his knees, next to me and began rubbing my back in circles. "Hey, hey, hey," He whispered.

"Its okay." He stated. "No its not." I sobbed. Yes, sobbed. I must look so stupid right now. Stupid is an understatement.

"C'mon, come here." Harry gave me his hand and lifted me up from the floor. He hugged me tightly and kept on rubbing circles in my back. "Shhh, its okay." He encouraged. The thing is, its not gonna be okay. Its never okay.

Harry dragged me to the couch and laid me on top of his lap. What am I doing? I have no idea. I dont. All I know is that I am laying in Harry's lap, in my couch, sobbing my eyeballs out.

Harry lifted me up and said, "Tell me. Tell what is wrong. Kennedy, I'm here for you." He was looking directly at me, not blinking.

"Harry," I sighed. "You're just not going to understand." I cupped my tear stained face and wiped some of the fresh tears. "I promise you, you can trust me Kennedy."

Promise. Trust. Two words that have never been in one sentence since I rememeber. Promise and trust are two of the most important words in my dictionary.

"Harry, promise and trust are very strong words."

Come on Kennedy. Hold on.

"I know that," He said.

"Now, please, Kennedy. It doesn't have to be the whole thing. Just tell me what you want to."

But I don't want to

"You're not gonna give up are you?" I chuckled, fakely, of course. "No. Not until you tell me, part, of what is happening. Okay?" He said, in the softest voice.

"Okay." I nodded.

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( Wow there guyss! That was a hell of a chapter wasn't it? Theres a lot going on in this chapter. Hope you liked it!)

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