'UGH' / h.s (ON HOLD)

Chapter 12

~ Kennedy Johnson ~

I woke up by the light shinning through the windows. I tried moving but pain spread through out my whole back and neck. I tried moving again but there was an object blocking me from it, Harry.

How the fuck did I end up in the couch.. with Harry?

"Well we should be heading inside, its getting dark" Harry said after a while of silence. He offered me his hand and lifted me off the ground easily.

We entered my house and Harry sat on the couch while I put the brown jacket in the hanger. "Is this your jacket?" I asked Harry, examining the jacket. I'm pretty sure its not mine.

"Yeah, why?" He looked back at me.

"Nothing. Why didn't you just get a jacket from my closet, you didn't have to use yours on me." I told him. He shrugged.

"It was the closest thing. You were cold. I couldn't just barge into your room." He stated. Yeah, that was probably the best desition.

If he were to come inside my room I don't know what I would do.

I walked over to the couch where Harry was sitting and sat next to him. "So.. wanna watch a movie?" Asked Harry. Umm a movie?

"I don't have any movies." I said. I don't watch movies at home, I'm not a big fan of movies. And if I do watch one I go to the theatres. "How do you not have movies?" Harry asked, shocked. Very.

Whats up with not having movies at home?

"I dont. How about we just talk?" I said, adjusting myself on the couch. I'm not in the mood for anything right now, but I'll just stay up. Just because I can.

"Wait! Before we 'talk' can you talk in an American accent please?" I begged. I guess I have a british friend, might as well take advantage of that. I cant imagine Harry taking in American though, that'd be so funny.

"I'm not doing that!" He exclaimed, a smiled creeped up my lips. "Please Harry! At least say something, I want to laugh." I said, still smiling.

"What do I say?" He gave in. I smiled contently and said, "Say the most white girlish thing ever."

This is gonna be funn

Harry was thinking for about 2 minutes and finally said, " Oh my gosh! Can we go to the mall? Oh also can we get Starbucks on out way there? I'm dying of thirst. Wow Ashley you look so ratchet, I swear."

Wow this is funnier than I thought.

"Oh fuck, hahahahaha! What the.. Shit." I laughed. That was so bad oh god. "What! I thought it was actually good." He went back to English.

When my laughter died down I yawned. "You're tired?" He asked. I nodded. Its been such a long day.

"Well I guess I'll go to-" Harry pulled my elbow. "Can you stay here?" I furrowed my eyebrows. He wants me to stay here? With him. "Why?... wait are you scared?" Harry's faced flushed with pink.

Wow. He's scared

"Seriously?" I popped my hip and crossed my arms looking at Harry. He looks about 20 something and he's scared? Well I guess I cant judge him, everyone has a fear right?

"So you want me to sleep here?.. with you?" Harry nodded. The couch was big enough for both of us, Harry got the two blankets I gave him and wrapped them around us both. I clapped two times and the lights immediately turned off.

Yes, I have clappy- like lights.

"Goodnight Kennedy." "Night Harry." I said and drifted off to an uncomfortably good sleep.

"Kennedy." Harry pulled on my pants but I held them before they fell. "What?" I looked at him. His hair is so messy, and his voice.. wow, its.. very deep. "Goodmorning." He smiled sweetly. "Goodmorning." I responded.

I went upstairs to my room, did all my morning necessities and went back down.

While Harry was cooking something I sat on the stool in front of where he was cooking. "Doesn't your neck hurt?" I asked, turning my neck in circles. "No." Well, seems like he slept good.

"I'm perfectly fine-" The door bell interrupted Harry.

Who the heck would be at my house at 10:05 am?

I opened the door to reveal a very angered Dan. Shit. This is not good. He was holding a bunch of magazines and news papers in one hand, he had his other hand on his waist. "Dan.." I said in my lowest voice. Harry better not talk.

"Is he here?" Dan fumed. Shit...

"Who's here?" I tried acting like I was clueless of what he was talking about but Dan can literally smell it when you're lying.

"Him. The kid you've been snogging on. Harry I suppose his name is." My psycho manager pointed at all of the magazine and news paper covers. I cringed when he said snogging.

"Dan, please." He shut me up and entered my house. "You." Dan pointed at Harry, who was eating his delicious breakfast. "Me?" Dan nodded and sat in front of him. "What is this?" Dan once again pointed at the variety of articles he had in hand. "Umm."

"Dan. Can you please leave my house right now. Harry is having breakfast. Leave. Now." I told him.

Just because Dan is my manager does not mean he can just barge into my house and malest Harry who is having breakfast soundly. I hate him so much.

Dan left without another word and shut the door on his way out.

"Sorry about him. He's my manager." I told him and he patted his face with the napkin. "Its fine babe, I'm used to it."

Babe. Babe. Babe. Fucking babe.

"Oh okay." I simply said and headed to my room.

Its weird. Well when is it not weird? Its all so alien, nobody calls me babe or love british or not, they dont. Not any family member. Theres no other word for it than weird. Weird

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(Heyy sorry I haven't updated, its not been going so smoothly this week. Anyways this chapter might be a little shorter than other ones bc someone was a little excited excited about it so yeah :) )

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