~ Harry Styles ~
"So thats your manager?" I asked. When the guy who came through the door just minutes ago and began talking to me, to be honest I was kind of creeped out. He was pointing to several pictures of Kennedy and I together.
"Yeah.. thats my.. amazing manager." Kennedy smiled slightly as if to say the complete oposite.
Even when she smiles slightly shes beautiful. She's beautiful in any way for gods sake. I'll never get tired of how she looses her temper so easily, or how she bites her lip so very often she doesn't notice.
I told her my story last night while we were outside. She didn't seem to see that coming, I didn't see it coming either. She probably thought I had a perfect life. It wasn't perfect but It was satisfactory enough. I liked my life. I miss those days sometimes.
I miss my sister a lot, I miss how we used to sleep on a mattress and a quilt and how we would look at the stars and connect them. I miss my parents, even though we were the ones who decided to leave, they never bothered calling.
I don't blame her for thinking of me that way though, its difficult to believe that I had that life. I cant compare that life I had six years ago, to the life I have today.
My life is not fasinating, but its not horrible either.
"Thanks for.. um..." What was I gonna say? Sleeping with me yesterday?
"Accompanying me last night." I managed to save my ass from totally embarrassing myself. "Sleeping with me" sounds like sex.
I don't want sex.
I want a soundly cuddle. A good sleep. An accompanyment, I wanted nothing else but to wrap my arms around her last night. Every time I tossed or turned, I held her tight to she wouldn't fall. I didn't want her to leave.
And I'm not scared, I just wanted to sleep with her. She looked so warm and cozy but, she looked cold as well. I hadn't had anyone to "accompany" me while I sleep in a long time. I guess I kind of needed it. Just like you need to breath, I needed that.
"No problem." She blushed. Cute.
"Oh I made coffee, I put the milk next to it if you want." I told her as she walked over to the kitchen. "Ew milk." She looked grossed out. Its just milk.
"Whats up with milk?" I chuckled. Damn, this girl is so bipolar. One moment she blushing and another shes grossing out about milk. Milk!
"Harry. Harry, Harry, Harold, Harry. Get ready because once I tell you this, you are not going to want milk again, ever in your life." Kennedy said and put her hand on my shoulder.
It cant be so bad can it?
"Okay so milk comes from cows right? Well cows eat grass in order to produce that milk. But where do the cows poop? They poop on the grass. The grass that they e a t. Once they step on the grass, it goes through the cycle and becomes grass or soil. Well they eat that, and the milk comes from that grass. That means, you are eating cow poop." She explained. Okay. Thats gross.
Eh, I don't really give. I've eaten worse. But just to tease her I grabbed the gallon of milk sitting on the counter and drank from it.
I would never do this. But just to see the face that she makes, its worth it.
"Harry, thats gross." She whined. "I just told you like the grossest thing ever and you keep on drinking milk." I nodded. "How do you eat cereal then?"
Don't tell me she doesn't eat cereal
"I drink it with almond milk. I make it from scratch so it has no preservatives or chemicals." She said.
See this is what I like about her, other than everything. Its the way she's so smart, she always has something to say. Kennedy never stays shut. Unless its about her past. I just love that she's so outspoken.
"Almond milk tastes like nothing." I said. "I know you idiot. But its better for your digestive system and all that shit." She laughed.
And all that shit
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