Truly, Madly, Deeply

Over Again

So it's safe to say the next few weeks were a cry fest of "I hate my life."

"Do you want some cereal?" Harry asked me when I came out of his room.

"He used to ask if I wanted cereal in the morning..." I sniffed and then bawled for the second time that morning.

"Oh shit," Harry put his head on the counter.

"I-I'm s-s-s-sor-r-ry Ha-a-azzz" I tried to stop crying but I just sounded like a bad dubstep track.

"You know what? Forget the cereal, we'll have pancakes," he tried. I bit my lip from starting to cry again, "Not pancakes? Forget I said anything, let's go out to eat."

"But Harry!!" I groaned as he dragged me into his room to pick out clothes for us.

"Shh! I'm concentrating on an outfit," he glared at his closet. My feet carried me to the massive bag with my clothes in it. I dug out loose fitting clothes and was half way putting them on when Harry interrupted me, "What are you doing?"

"Getting dressed?" I asked, confused.

"Kim... You've been wearing some baggy clothes lately..."

"What of it?" I glowered at him.

"Why?" asked me timidly.

I bit my lip.

"Oh, come on Kim! Don't cry! Not again!"

"Ok! Fine! The reason why I'm wearing baggy clothes is because... Maybe if I had been skinny enough, Harry, then maybe he wouldn't have left me." I confessed.

"KIMMY!" Harry ran up to me and took my face in his hands, "Look at me." my eyes remained on the floor, "Kim." I sighed and looked up. His face was inches from mine. That same face that every girl swooned at, made me want to punch him.

"What," I said.

"You are not fat."

"Whatever, Harry."

"You are beautiful, perfect even!" He exclaimed.

"You have to say that, you're my best friend."

"I'm not lying though," he said. I shoved him away.

"Harry, I'm not like all those pretty girls! I get that! My thighs touch, my arms jiggle, my stomach puffs out. I'm fat." I plopped on the bed.

"Oh my God! You are not fat Kimmy! Do you know how annoying it is when girls say they're fat, but they really aren't?" he sighed, changing clothes.

"Almost as annoying as when people try to convince them otherwise?" I answered.

"Just put these on, and please please Kim... can we just have a friend day? Like the old days? Promise?" He handed me a pair of jeans and a relaxed fitting white v neck.

"Fine, I promise," I put on the clothes and we walked to the little cafe around the corner from his flat. 

"Can I have a--" I started.

"Oh my God, you're Harry Styles!" the waitress said.

"Yea, I am," he sounded a bit bored.

"Can I have a picture with you?" she squealed.

"Sure, love," he smiled for the photo and started again.

"So can I--" I tried again.

"Oh my God, are you Kim Seeger?" she asked me.

"Uh... yes?" I was a bit confused.

"Your dating Zayn Malik?" she bounced in place. I looked at Harry. He look like he was about to cover for me but I figured it was time people knew.