Harry Styles, the Boy Who lived: Part V- Kendall

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"Hello?"

"Hey! Kendall! It's me! I need your help, right now."

"What's wrong?"

"Harry has a condition where he can't stop being racist. I know you single handedly ended all bigotry and I knew you would have what I need. If I come over in five minutes will you have all the stuff?"

"Anything for you Carolyn. See you soon." I hang up and grab my keys with a ferocity I've never had before. I race to my car, but not before I down some tequila. I am fearless when I drink tequila. I hop in my car and floor the pedal all the way to Kendall's house. There, she is already in the driveway, with everything I need: a pack of Pepsi and a bag of Trader Joe's Rolled Corn Tortilla Chips, Chili Lime Flavored. She looks at me with a kind of sadness.

"You know, Harry was once my love too. But I see how happy you make each other and I know that you're the right one for him. Go save him, Caro." I smile back at her, knowing exactly how she feels.

"I owe you everything. Let's go to Sharetea once all this gets sorted out, okay?" A single tear falls out of her left eye.

"Okay." She whispers. I give her a hug and I'm back on the road. I race all the way to Harry's house, and enter through his unlocked door, looking around for him. And then I spot him.

"HARRY!" I scream, unable to hide my horror.

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Author's Note: please don't drink and drive I just wanted to make fun of Carolyn 

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