Remembering To Forget (Harry Styles FanFic)

Chapter Fifteen

Harry’s POV:

     I woke up at half past twelve with a terrible head ache. Looking around the room, I noticed that this wasn’t mine or any of the other lads’ bedroom. When I took another look, I saw that it was Kendall’s. Wait, what am I doing in Kendall’s room!? Suddenly, yesterday’s events came running back to my head. Going to the café, seeing Kendall with Mitch, getting mad and walking out, drinking my sorrows away, and Kendall finding me later on that night and taking me back to her flat. I also remember telling her that the lads hate me. Aw, shit. I wasn’t supposed to tell her that! Even if it is true. She definitely must feel guilty about that now. But I totally deserve the lads’ hate. Even the fans sort of dislike me for breaking Kendall’s heart like that. But trust me, no one feels worse about it than me. Okay, maybe Kendall feels bad. But you get the idea.

     Though, I have never seen the fans so supportive of any of our relationships. They must really like Kendall, then. And me doing that to her was the biggest mistake in the world. I need to make it up to Kendall, and fast. I immediately stood up, but that wasn’t exactly the best idea because I felt blood rushing to my head. Ignoring it and wincing in pain, I walked towards the kitchen. As I passed the living room, I saw a blanket and pillow on the couch. She won’t even sleep in the same bed as me. I mentally punched myself – of course she won’t, you idiot! You broke the girl’s heart TWICE!

     When I got closer to the kitchen, the aroma of pancakes filled my nostrils and then I heard Kendall talking to someone on the phone. “Yeah, I’ve got him,” she said. Who was she talking to? “Mhm. Okay, I will. Bye, love ya too, Lou,” she chuckled at the end, and then hung up. She was talking to Louis? When she turned around and saw me, she jumped a foot in the air. “Geez, Harry! Don’t scare me like that!”

     I smiled slightly. “Sorry,” I said, walking in. “So was that Louis on the phone...?”

     Kendall nodded. “You only have half an hour,” she said, handing me an asprin and glass of water. “You have rehearsals.”

     I nodded and took the pill and glass of water from her. “Thanks, Kendall,” I said after swallowing the pill.

     “No problem,” she replied nonchalantly, handing me a plate of pancakes.

     We ate our pancakes in silence. It was an awkward silence – something that Kendall and I never have with each other. When we were done with our breakfast and I was heading out the door, I turned to face her. “Do you think you can meet me at the park? At four?” I asked with a hopeful glint in my eye.

     Kendall hesitated and looked at me. “Alright. I’ll meet you there, Haz.”

     “Great!” I grin. We say goodbye and she closes the door as I walk down the stairs. I do a little happy dance on the way. Why? Because Kendall agreed to meet me. And two, because she only calls me Haz when she likes me. Hm, maybe there’s still hope after all.

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Kendall’s POV:

     It was almost three forty-five, and I was suppose to meet Harry at the park in fifteen minutes. I don’t know why I said yes, to be honest. Was it because of how hopeful and desperate he looked? Was it because of the guilt inside of me? Or was it because of the feelings I had for him that I could never seem to let go of? Whatever it was, I had agreed to seeing him. I was dressed in short denim shorts, a white flowy tee that said ‘Must Have’ and in the middle, there was a big mustache. So it sounded like Mustache Have. Along with those, I wore my grey military combat booties and my hair was open. I had my make up lightly done, and as I put my phone and car keys in my pockets, I headed out the door to leave. But as soon as I opened my door, I was shocked to see Mitch.