kardashian | h.s.

i wish

when i wake up the next morning, my entire body is aching. my heart breaks all over again as i recall the events of last night. i pick up my phone from the table by the guest bed i sleep in every time i stay at harry's. i have 6 missed calls and 14 texts from justin, but i don't answer, or even open them.

i sit slowly up and make my way to harry's kitchen, where he's cooking us breakfast. "we have to stop meeting like this." i joke, referencing the last time i stayed at harry's and i was hungover with a migraine. he turns to me, chuckling softly. "how are you feeling?" he asks me as he walks towards me, eyes full of concern and sympathy. if i'm being honest, i'm tired of him looking at me like that.

"i'm okay. i'm just disappointed that it happened." i shrug, not looking harry in the eye. "disappointed in who?" he asks me, stepping closer to me. "in justin and in myself for letting it happen. i was so stupid to take him back." i admit and harry lifts my chin up so i'm forced to make eye contact with him.

"you are not stupid. nothing about you is stupid. you love him." he tells me softly, but sternly. "loved." i correct him. "past tense." he raises his eyebrows, "you don't love him anymore?" i shake my head. "well, that's good. but i don't want you lying to yourself. as much as i hate to say it, if you still love him, that's understandable. it's only been a day. it's okay to give it time. i don't expect your feelings to do a complete 180, overnight." he comforts me and i nod. "i don't love him. i fell out of love with him when i watched him cheat on me with hailey, for the second time. not to mention what he did to me after that." my voice trails off at he end of my sentence, obviously still embarrassed and shaken up from last night.

"i told kendall that you would be staying here tonight and maybe tomorrow, since i know you don't want to see anyone right now." he tells me and i thank him. he tells me to go sit down so i do. he brings me my plate and a glass of orange juice and sits down with me. as we're eating, i hear my phone ring from where it's placed on the table. i look down at it and see justin's name across my screen. harry notices too, and grabs my phone. he turns it off and places it in his pocket, smiling at me as he does so.

"thank you for everything, haz. you've been nothing but sweet to me since we met, especially with this whole situation. you're one of the best things to ever happen to me. i love you, h." i tell him sincerely and he smiles widely at me. "i love you too, k."

i go back to eating my food but notice harry's stare lingering as he smiles. i look up at him and he looks down at his food. i furrow my brows but don't say anything, deciding to ignore it. we eat mostly in silence. it's a comfortable silence though.

harry insists that we take a day to just chill and hangout. he tells me to take a shower while he goes to the store to get some junk food, which surprises me cause harrys been on a health kick lately. when i get out of the shower, i throw on some of harry's clothes and sit in the living room, waiting for him to get back.

he walks through the door with four bags of food and two styrofoam cups. "jesus, haz. what did you buy?" i ask him as he plops then on the coffee table. "crisps, popcorn, 5 different chocolate bars, skittles, m&ms, sour patch kids, and i got us two slushees, a blue one for you and a red one for me." he lists as he pulls things out of bags. he hands me my slushee and i thank him. "haz, this is sweet but don't you think it's a little over the top?" i ask him and he quickly shakes his head.

"my favorite person in the entire world is hurt. so, no. nothing is too over the top when you've just gone through what you've just gone through." he states matter-of-factly and i just give up. "alright so, what d'ya want to watch?" i think for a second before smiling guiltily at harry. "ugh, 10 things i hate about you, again?" he pretends to be annoyed, but i know he likes that movie. "it's my favorite!" i defend, smiling sweetly at him. "i know but we always wa- fine." he gives up and puts on the movie. "but we're watching my favorite movie next." he tells me and i shrug. "the notebook is cool with me."

we end up also watching edward scissorhands, my other favorite movie, almost famous, because he's never seen it, and i fall asleep halfway through sleepless in seattle. i know that i'm falling asleep on top of harry, but i always do and he doesn't mind.

some period of time later, i wake up to hear people screaming at each other. "get the fuck out of here, man, or i swear to god i'll fucking kill you!" obviously, i recognize that it's harry's voice, but who is he yelling at like that? oh god, please don't tell me justin's here.

"this is none of your fucking business, you little shit. now where is she?" yep, it's definitely justin. the thought of seeing him makes me physically sick. i get up and run to harry's room. i lock the door and sit up against it, sobbing.

"she's in here, isn't she?" i hear justin's voice again, this time super close to me, and i know he's on the other side of the door. he tries to open the door before realizing it's locked. "kaia, come out here and talk to me." he orders me but i just sit there and cry. "now!" he screams and kicks the door, making me jump.

"i said, get the fuck out of my house! the police will be here any minute now, justin. so i'm trying to help you when i tell you to leave." harry's voice says and i thank god for him. "you called the fucking cops? i'm on probation, you asshole!" i hear a hard 'thud' as something hits the wall.

"exactly. so i'd get out of here, if i were you." harry says, surprisingly calm considering the current situation. soon after, i hear the front door slam, meaning justin must've left.