Falling In Love with My Best Friend (1D & 5SOS Fan-fiction)

Birthdays,Spas, Starbucks and Calum Hood.

Kelsey's POV

I sit quietly on the couch while dad yells and barks at me. His voice is already thunder when he speaks in a normal, calm tone so you can imagine how loud he is.

"You are in so much damn trouble! Where the hell did you run to? And how dare you bring a that boy to my doorway! I told you not to speak to Loonie anymore." my dad's face is literally red with anger at this point but I can't help but laugh when he says Loonie.

"Dad, it's Louis" I stifle a laugh. My dad shoots me a glare and I quickly  cast my head down to  avoid eye contact.

"I expected better than that from you! There is no need for you  to go shoving your tongue down every guys' throat!" My dad shouts at me and it stings.

"Excuse me?" I look up at him. "What are you talking about? I only kissed Harry and that's it" I say slowly.

"Then why was Louis at the door then?" my dad asks sternly. I can't believe my  father is trying to call me a whore.

"I just went to Louis for comfort. I needed a friend to speak to." I said, hurt evident in my voice as it became more high pitched.

"You kissed him too, didn't you? That's what am saying Kelsey. That's not how you go about and deal with things! I didn't raise a whore!" my father's voice rolls throughout the house and I find myself crying. I don't get how parents do that. They don't slap you or anything but you start to cry because of how harsh their voices are or how hurtful it is.

"I'm glad my dad thinks I'm a slut. I didn't kiss Louis. I just needed someone to talk to and to be myself around. I can't speak to you and mom anymore because you guys just attack me! And yes call me a whore because I kissed one guy! I didn't want to but Harry told me it was alright and that he understood and he was just there and it felt comforting. You act like you  have never been a teenager before and it pisses me off!" I cry harder and walk up stairs. It hurts like knives that my dad would say those mean hurtful things because, well, he's my dad. I will not hold that against him because I know he doesn't mean it, he is just angry at the moment. By tomorrow everything will be forgotten.

But in a way my dad is right. I shouldn't go about kissing other guys as a rebound off Eli. He could of expressed it in a better way but the fact still stands that he is completely correct 110%.

I plop myself unto my bed but I can not sleep because I basically slept all day plus Harry is on my mind. I pray to God that he will spare Harry's life. I need Harry but not just me. His mom, dad, sister, friends and other loved ones.

I reach over to my night stand to take up my tablet and read the messages between Harry and I today. For some reason a feeling of security washes over me. Reading the conversation is rekindling the hope inside of me that Harry will make it.

My eyelids start to fall and the screen of my  tablet is becoming blurry. Before I now it, everything is dark.

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MONDAY MORNING

I wake up not looking forward to school this morning because Harry won't be there and people are going to look at me with droopy, sympathetic stares like someone died or something. Yesterday was hell. I went to visit Harry and I literally bawled my eyes out when I saw how banged up  he was. He was awake at the time, telling me not to cry and to be strong but I couldn't. I am weak, both physically and mentally. Seeing him like that was just awful and gut-wrenching for me. We talked, we joked around and laughed. It was amazing despite the circumstances but it was nice seeing him smile. The doctors say it is too soon to tell but by the looks of it, he'll be out in no time.