Only Time Will Tell

7 - A Turn of Events

- - - Kennedy's POV - - -

 The wind was whipping around my hair, but it somehow soothed me. The sun was actually out today, shinning bright, even though it was close to 6 already. Being here for about 2 months, I realize London is something I'll never get used too, especially the weather. My Dad and I have been up since 4 am, so we've been hanging out in the house all day; we're on my balcony right now. He's been consistent on asking me to go outside and do something with him. I've been consistent on refusing too.

"Kennedy, wanna get dinner? You barely ate all day." My dad turned his head to look at me while we both leaned over the balcony, breathing in the beautiful day.

"Get dinner as in go out? No thank you." I grinned at him, pretty sure he's very annoyed with me.

"Come on, get dinner with your pops. How bad could that be? You've been going to friends' houses willingly, so why can't you come with me?" He somewhat begged, which was odd of him.

"Actually, I wasn't 'willingly' going, and it was only one time. I just don't feel up to it dad." 

"Okay, I get it." he sighed.

"Get what?"

"You don't want to spend time with your old man. You don't love me."

"I do love you! That's not the case at all." I argued.

"Whatever." He turned his back to me. I nudged him a few times, but he refused to turn around. He's giving me the silent treatment, like a little girl. Usually when people try the silent treatment with me, I don't ever care, but since it's my dad, it's bothering me.

I sighed heavily, looking out at the shops and roaming people. Even though I talked Harry and his friends, I still don't feel comfortable around others. I don't even feel completely comfortable around Harry yet, but I am trying. Well, a little bit. What people look at me? What if they laugh? What if they make fun of me? I couldn't handle that. But I'll be with my dad maybe that will draw attention away from me since I'm not awkwardly alone. Maybe I can do this. A day out with my father, how bad could that be?

"Dad?" 

He slowly looked my way and arched an eyebrow.

"Let's get dinner."

His eyes brightened and his cheeks lifted up into a smile. "Alright, let's go then!" He pushed me forward into my room. I gestured for him to get out of my bedroom so I could change and get ready.

Once he left I slammed the door behind him and turned to my closet. I figured I would go casual in something that wouldn't draw attention to me. Back in LA I used to wear the flashiest clothes. I loved the attention, turning heads, leaving people in awe. But now, that's the last thing I want. If I turned even one head today, I would probably dash to the bathroom or bury my head in my hands. I went over to my closet and pulled out a plain long sleeve white shirt and pink high wasted shorts. I threw it on and tucked in my shirt. I put on my makeup, and left my hair down my back. 

I went downstairs to see my father waiting by the door, ready as ever to leave. I met up with him and we both left the house silently and went into his car.

"Where too?" He asked me while mashing the gas pedal.

"I don't know what's around." I shrugged.

"In the mood for tacos?" 

"Sure.." I haven't had a taco since the day I moved to LA. I remember they used to be my favorite food so why not try them again.

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