WORKING FOR STYLES

7. Kick Off

Chapter 7

Kick Off

“So you and Niall aye?” I tease, as I walk in the door of my apartment for the last time. The moment is so beautifully bittersweet, that I’m reluctant to start packing just yet. I’m glad Tom gave me the morning/early afternoon to say my goodbyes. I know he’s being lenient because I’m new, and this is a big change – and probably because it’s the last free time you’ll get in a while, my subconscious adds.

“You and Harry more like it, what was going on there! You little minx. Am I allowed to say I told you so yet?” Sarah pry’s, it’s the last time we will have girly time in person and I’m not willing to make it a time where I lie to her about what happened and how I feel about him. I start of telling her about what happened in the bar as she makes me a cup of tea, and what he whispered in my ear. I know I’m going to pretend to everyone, including Harry that I don’t remember it ever happening but this is my best friend. All must be bare. I told about the bath incident and what happened before I left to my meeting and, to my surprise Sar didn’t squeal once.

“You both got it bad, man,” she says point blank as she takes another sip of her tea leading me to my room to start helping me pack. I nod, not in approval but in a listening manner, I don’t want her to think I don’t value what she’s saying but I honestly don’t think I have it bad. At least not yet.

“I know you. Don’t try act all ‘Ahh I’m mysterious Kat who doesn’t believe in love because my last boyfriend fucked me up’ she says mocking me. I laugh at her putting on some high pitch twelvie voice.

“Harry, from what I can see is not Nicholas, Nick was a self centered idiot who thought wearing crocks out in public was okay, in some cases. I’m sorry, Dick *cough* I mean Nick, but crocks are never okay. Like ever. Plus Harry doesn’t look like the cheating type” I keep laughing because its so true. Crocks are just… not okay. Nicholas, was a rich mothers boy who I dated on and off for a couple of years that left me thinking that – no man, will ever be worth the pain. It’s been a year since the whole blow up, and I don’t think I’ve even been on a date since, sure have hung out with a couple of my best guy friends but, strictly not dating. Unless, of course, you call my job my only love. 

As we fumble around packing one very large suitcase full of tanks, leggings, skater skirts and converses I end up just reminiscing about harry and I’s last moment at the door. I know we have so much to talk about with the Lou situation, over breakfast he mentioned he’d talk me through the whole situation so I’m not as confused. I remember I also have something to talk to him about! My god should of told him already. I managed to move a few things and make sure he can go home to visit his Mum on his birthday.  Which I know will make him happy.

Sarah and I speak briefly about Niall, they didn’t end up sleeping together just hanging out, he even offered her the bed and slept on the couch. Not a creep after all. I can’t tell though, every time she checks her phone for a message there’s one from him and her face just lights up. I wonder where it will go though… I don’t want to talk to her about that though she seems sensitive on the subject. She does however ask me to keep an eye on him. We end up going to the cake shop one more time before I leave to say goodbye to Bonnie. She says, she’s briefly spoken to my mum and she’s un-contactable at the moment on a safari in Africa. Cool, no worries mum. Thanks for letting me know… Glad she’s happy though. Sarah drives me to the airport and we both end up crying on the way there. How soft of us. She promises that we will some how meet soon and hopefully that’s true. I hate goodbye.

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I board the flight; not noticing my ticket was first class. I understand the boys book the whole flights first class for privacy. I get escorted to my seat and notice no ones there yet. Trust me to be the earliest to anything ever. I sit down in my window seat, put my beats on and drift off to sleep obsessing over everything that’s happened to me in the space of 6 days.  I feel some one squeeze my wrist lightly and wake up in shock. Its just Harry, who’s now laughing excessively at the fact that in my sock I managed to hit my head on the window. Charming.

“Can we talk” he says looking out my window leaning over me to clean it from my forehead hitting it earlier.

“Yeah of course, do you want the window seat?” I ask as he’s still staring out in amazement. Just clouds harry settle down.

“You wouldn’t mind?” he asks, his face lighting up.

“No of course not, I hate the window seat” I say honestly.

“Great, I guess we’re perfect fly buddies then”

“Oh I keep forgetting to tell you something important!” I say to harry to try get his attention away from looking out at the clouds.

“Mmm” he turns around listening attentively, resting his head on the edge of my seat with his eyes closed.

“Well, I know how much you wanted to go home I could see it that moment in the car. And well.. I moved around a few things and got you 4 full days in England. I spoke to tom and he’s okay with it too” at the words “home” he opened up his eyes. He, I think almost teared up a little so I was worried I did something wrong and looked down and played with my thumbs.

“Really?” he says, shocked.

“Yeah, travel will be rough though but it will be worth it I’m sure” I say looking back at Harry who’s drying his eyes. I immediately want to pull him into an embrace, but I know that’s not appropriate, except harry doesn’t think so. He hugs me so tight a couple bones in my back cracked.

“You’ll be going with me I assume,” he says as he pulls away from me. What.

“Come, with you? To England? Its family time for you” I say stunned that he even mentions me coming. I’ve always fantasized about going to England but ive never had the chance yet.

“Yeah, you’ll come with me. I’m sure it wont be a problem considering ill need you to manage me when I’m over there, and the first class of he plane I assume is booked out… so I’m sure you can have one of the spare seats” He winks at me.

Tom mentioned I should go with him as I won’t have anything to do on sight and he needed me to sort out photo-shoot’s for him when he gets back. I insisted he needed the family time though.

“Yeah I already went ahead and booked you a hotel, tour and car for when you get the Miss Knight” Tom pops out from behind us. What a sneaky bastard.

“Well then its settled” Harry mentions, after he texts me.

* Go to sleep. We can’t talk about the Lou thing Toms behind us. P.S. You’re amazing for doing that for me. Promise you’ll love England. Tom mentioned that it’s your ultimate place to visit.  H x “  

I look at harry and nod. The flight from Sydney to Perth is around five and a half hours so I use that time to sleep. Much needed sleep that I didn’t have last night. I wink at Niall before I nod off and mouth “We need to talk” and he just shakes his head and laughs before nodding back to me. The turn of events have been crazy but now I’m here sleeping on Harry’s shoulder. He doesn’t seem to mind, and when he thinks I’m asleep he tucks a piece of loose hair behind my ear before brushing his thumb over my bottom lip holding my chin in place. His touch sending hot rushes through my body. Yet I don’t move. I am still, and as much as I want to pay him out or make some sort of sarcastic comment, I let it be. I let him have that moment to himself - and I keep it for myself secretly, as it’s so delicate, so effortless, so us.

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