Truly, Madly, Deeply

Rich

The next day I awoke in a pool of my own tears.

Harry's arms were wrapped around me as he slept. My limbs untangled themselves from him as the memories of Zayn flooded my mind. He used to hold me when I slept. Ugh.

"Kimmy?" Harry yawned. I got up.

"Sorry, it reminds me so much of..."

"Oh, I was just trying to help," Harry looked down.

"I know, Harry," I smiled, "Thanks... for always being there for me." Harry grinned widely.

"That's what I'm here for!" he winked cheekily, which made me roll my eyes, "so what are we doing tonight?"

"I was kind of hoping we could watch Titanic and eat chocolate or ice cream all day... chocolate ice cream... yea."

"Well, actually Kim... The boys and I were supposed to go practice the new songs for the album..."

"Oh. So, when you say all the boys..."

"Zayn is going to be there."

"Alright," I said thickly, "Do you think you can uh... you know...tell me..."

"I can give you the down low on Zayn, and you can stay here for however long you want." Harry smiled and slapped me on the back as I got up.

"Thanks Haz," Harry quickly left me in the flat while he ran to Nordstrom's to pick up clothes for me.

"I want you to go out when us boys are all inside, ok? And try not to draw alot of attention, Kim-Kim. I don't want you to be under any more pressure than you already are." Harry looked me in the eyes, handing me the bag.

"Aww, thanks, boo! But where the hell am I going to go?" I sighed, putting on the leather leggings and green cargo jacket he bought me.

"I don't know... Erm, pay me back for those clothes!" he pointed at me, glaring. I laughed as he put his shoes on, "Got to go!" Harry kissed both my cheeks, "See you Kimmy! Stay out of trouble!"

"No promises!" I shouted as the door shut. My eyes remained on the couch for the longest time. I wanted to lay down so bad! Ugh, it looked so comfortable. Sadly, Harry's request for me to go outside echo'ed in my head, "fuck you Harry Styles..." I groaned as I picked up my purse and a pair of keys. The keys I had absentmindedly picked up turned out to be for the Audi R8, "So much for being keeping a low status."

I drove around aimlessly until finally deciding. The vehicle drove up to the flat I shared with Zayn just yesterday. It hurt just to look at it. I suppose Zayn was right: it was time for us to take a break. I agreed 100%. There was those five words to my question.

"Do you not love me anymore?" I had said.

"I really don't know anymore," he had replied carelessly.

I let all the air out of my lungs as I walked up and opened the door with my key. The place was already a mess! His clothes were thrown everywhere, dirty clothes remained in one corner and shoes piled in another. I leave him alone for one night. Sighing, I loaded his dirty laundry and matched all his shoes together while lining them up on the wall. My hands numbly folded the clean smelling fabrics and when everything was finally pristine, I stood staring at the bed. It was neat, just the way I had left it, as if no one had slept in it last night.

"Why am I even cleaning your shit?" I muttered as I threw the clothes, products, and shoes I needed most into a duffel bag. I was throwing his wet clothes into the dryer when I saw something peeking out behind the machine. Reaching down and picking it up, I realized it was his wallet. My finger pressed the button for the dryer to start. Hmm. I threw the duffel bag over my shoulder and stared at the wallet all the way to the car. I even stared at it when I was in the car.

"Should I?" I asked myself, "Kim you bad  bad girl." I smirked as I drove all the way to Top Shop. My eyes twinkled as I ran through the store, using Zayn's credit card for everything I didn't need. After I had bought ten dresses, six jeans, fifteen tops, and four pairs of shoes, I moved to my next targets: Gucci, Chanel, and Armani. Sure I felt bad, but at the same time... I didn't give a fuck. And as I strolled through Armani I didn't forget to pick up a few things for the Haz.

"Kim," I said to myself as my back seat and trunk was full with shopping bags, "You've done good." I raced back to Zayn's flat and threw the wallet in carelessly and skipped back to the car.

Baby you make me feel like, I've been locked outta heaven

For too long, For too--

I picked up my phone, "Hello!" I greeted giddily.

"Kim?" I heard Liam say.

"What's up?" I sang.

"Uh," he seemed confused, "We were wondering if you could come over and help us with the harmony for Summer Love." my breath caught in my throat. It was too soon. I didn't want to see Zayn. Not now, not right after I just used all his money.

"Can I just help you over the phone?" I whispered.

"We can try, I guess," Liam seemed understanding, "I'll put you on speaker." I tried to push the thought of Zayn listening to my voice, not caring how I felt.

"Can someone sing the melody?" I said. Shit. We had had Zayn singing the melody.

"I'll sing it," I heard Harry volunteer. Harry sang the chorus.

"Alright, and whoever is singing the upper harmony--"

"Who do you think should sing that?" Liam asked.

"Niall, without a doubt. That harmony goes like this," I sang the chorus in harmony form, " And the lower harmony show go to Zay--" I stopped, "... Well, you guys can choose whomever." I said, "It goes like, " I sang the lower harmony and when I was done I rushed through the words, "Hope that helped, bye!" I felt light headed and my vision got hazy. The car swerved and I almost crashed into a Double Decker tour bus, "Shit!" I got back on the road finally pulled up to Harry's flat.

I think that's about when I broke down in tears.

"Stop it Kim! God, you're such an idiot!" I've always hated those girls who cry to get attention. I hated it and now I was turning into one of them! With a sigh, I unloaded all my new stuff and fell on top of all the bags, curling up on the makeshift bed. Sleep sounded better than anything.