Remembering To Forget (Harry Styles FanFic)

Chapter Twenty Nine

Kendall’s POV:

     “I can’t believe she would do that, though,” Eleanor said, taking a sip of her Starbucks.

     Eleanor, Danielle, Erin, and I were walking in the streets of London. I was wearing a dark blue tank top with an unbuttoned red plaid top that had sleeves up to my elbows, ripped faded blue skinny jeans, blue Converse, my sunglasses, and my brown bag. My hair was straightened and was flying in the wind, but I didn’t really care. Eleanor was wearing her beige top with shoulder frill, dark blue skinny jeans, dark brown bag, and sunglasses. Danielle was wearing a white tee with a leapord peace sign in the middle, a Jacklyn Moto Jacket, dark blue skinny jeans, brown UGGS, and a dark grey leather tote along with her sunglasses. And Erin was wearing a basic white Neppy tee, light blue skinny jeans, black lace up military boots, with a black fedora and sunglasses.

     I had just finished telling the girls about the whole Chanel situation, since they didn’t know what exactly happened. We were having our girls day, so we were walking in the streets of London in the evening while drinking out coffee that we had gotten from Starbucks. It was three thirty in the afternoon, and we have been out since eleven in the morning. When I told the girls about what Chanel did, they couldn’t believe it at all. I don’t blame them, because I can’t believe it either. I took a sip of my coffee and sighed. “I know, neither can I.”

     “No wonder Zayn seemd so depressed,” Erin said thoughtfully.

     Danielle nodded in agreement. “Yeah. He doesn’t have that usual lazy smile on his face,” she said sadly.

     “We need to cheer him up somehow,” I said. “Find him a new girl.”

     Eleanor smirked. “Girls, I think we know what to do.”

     We all laughed and continued walking. As we walked, two girls that were about thirteen years old came up to us. The brunette said, “We’re s-sorry to d-disturb you, but can we have a p-picture?” she stuttered.

     Eleanor smiled warmly. “Of course, love!”

     The girls and I stood with the brunette as the blonde took a picture of us, and then we took a picture with the blonde. “Thank you so much!” the blonde grinned.

     I smiled. “No problem, sweetie.”

     The girls thanked us one more time and then left. The girls and I continued walking until my phone rang, and I saw that it was Harry. “Hey, Haz,” I smiled.

     “Hey, babe!” he said, and I could tell he was smiling as well. “What are you girls up to?”

     “Nothing really,” I answered. “Just walking around in London.”

     “Ooh, cool,” Harry laughed. “The lads and I have a concert in two hours. You girls should come over,” he said.