Ever since, New York [h.s] AU

44 || HOME WRECKER

I never knew I didn't have a lot of friends until today.

In fact with how things are going, I don't have any friends at all. Ben is a friend sure, but he's on the other side of the world. And Alice - well. The girl is in high school and can't legally drink yet.

I hadn't realized that Harry was my only friend, present in my life. Until he moved for his job, but even then he would visit. Now that he's getting married, I might as well go by myself and make friends.

I was such an introvert, I was getting anxiety as I approached the line for the club. It was cold outside and my breath made that a fact as I saw it leave in a cloud of smoke.

As I waited in line, I looked around noticing groups of teenage girls in short skirts, I saw couples and some singles though almost everyone had friends.

Making friends was going to be harder than I thought.

Time passes and I've now been in line for about 5 minutes before a black van stops next to the line and out come two men in black carrying cameras and before I am able to process what was going on, their camera lights blind me making me jump back.

I imagine there would be some celebrity and I was in their way, but as I moved, so did the men. "What's going on here?" The bouncer asks, preventing them from taking further pictures.

"That's Harry Style's best friend!" One says making people look around at me. "Kate, why aren't you in New York for his wedding with Kendall Jenner?" He says, snapping photos.

"Wait, that's right you're the girl he's always photographed with!" One of the girls says. My anxiety was going through the roof and I thanked God when the bouncer made way for me to enter the club.

What the hell just happened? I was getting my privacy taken from me when those men took pictures without my consent. I feel violated and in shock that I hadn't noticed I was already inside the club.

I was still seeing dots from the lights and the high pitched voices of those strange people invading my privacy. It took me a minute to calm myself only to be bombarded with questions by my conscious.

Why were they here?

How did they know I'd be here?

Why does my missing presence at his wedding matter to them?

Who sent them?

I quickly google my name to see many articles with Harry and I and the latest from 10 seconds ago. They are fast.

Harry & Kate no longer best friends?

Followed by a picture of us at the coffee shop.

The coffee shop.

The night that Harry came to apologize and we ended up kissing.

They were there too?

I receive a notification from Instagram where I am tagged by a random account on a video taken by a phone outside of the coffee shop.

My stomach drops as I know exactly what it is.

The video shows us laughing, talking and when Harry places his chair next to me and leans his head on my shoulder before kissing me.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

Why is this happening?

I suddenly forget how to breathe and make a run towards the bathroom. There's women in there, fixing their makeup but I don't care as I go into a stall and throw up my dinner.

Why is this happening, and why now?

"Hon, are you okay?" I hear someone say while knocking on the stall.

"I'm fine, just had a bit too much." I lie as I stare at my phone in disbelief. This is going to ruin his life. This will ruin my life, but he has more to lose.

He gets married in a couple of hours, for fucks sake.

I quickly report the video, in hopes that I am not too late but when I receive another notification, it's from the same website where it displays the video.

Harry Styles cheats on Kendall Jenner on wedding day with his best friend!

I shouldn't have gone out at all. I should've just stayed home and done what I told my mum that I'd be doing. Moping. It seems like a much better idea now, and I haven't even danced one song.

So much for making friends.

My phone soon began getting notifications of people commenting and tagging me in pictures. Many of them calling me a home wrecker and tagging Harry and Kendall in it too.

They're slut-shaming me without even knowing the full context. Without knowing that Harry kissed me first.

I managed to get myself off the floor, flush the toilet and plan my escape out of here.