Only Time Will Tell

12 - Too Crazy To Just Happen

- - - Kennedy's POV - - -

Have you ever thought about changes? Not changes as in seasons, an outfit, or stuff like that. But how your point of view changes? Of people, of the day, or of life. You see, when things change, people walk away or come into your life and turn out to be a bit different than what you thought, sometimes you need a break to figure things out - but it's not that simple. You can't just sit out and think. Life goes on, it doesn't wait. Not for you, not for me, not for anybody. 

And I'm trying to figure out why that is.

I can't tell you how long I've been staring at the google search engine on my laptop, because I've honestly lost track. Beck has been chattering in my ear non stop about how great London is, though we haven't been anywhere but Starbucks earlier. I'm pretty positive I haven't said one word to her since we got back. I'm still a little shaken up from yesterday, you could say. 

"Give me." Beck sighed, pulling the laptop of my own lap into hers. Her fingers glided across the keyboard. I gave her a look of confusion, though I was pretty sure I knew what she was doing. Something I didn't have to courage to do.

"Here." She turned the laptop to me and I stared at it, in disbelief. I'm not exactly sure why I felt so shocked to see what was shining brightly on the screen, because I knew Harry wasn't lying.

I studied the faces on the screen, the same curly haired boy smiled back at me, as well as the boy I've known forever, along with the 3 others I knew. All of them looking the same, except on an album cover with the name 'One Direction' written above them. I didn't know how to react to it. It was strange seeing someone you thought was so normal, turn out to be so far from it. What else was he hiding? I could never be sure. I felt like I should be mad, but at the same time I knew I was hiding something as well. Actually more than one thing. But they didn't seem to measure up to being as big as a secret as being a member of a world famous boy band.

"You know, I don't get why you're so caught up on this. I mean, it's probably the best thing that could ever happen! Just think of all the twitter followers we could gain by just being known as their friend! Well, you don't have a twitter but still." Beck tried to fix her thoughts of the whole situation into my head, but it made absolutely no sense to me why she thought like that. She doesn't know this new me though. The one that hates attention and would much rather stay inside and would probably have a panic attack at millions of people recognizing me. Just the thought of that made my breathing pick up.

"It isn't the best thing. It's too much." I mumbled.

"Yeah, too much FABULOUS NEWS FOR ONLY ONE DAY IN LONDON. Come on, they're your friends anyway, so nothing will change. Just some more pictures of you will be snapped by people you don't know. Nothing too weird. And how did you not get noticed before?" 

"We never went out that much in public. Just like one party and once me and Harry went out late. We usually never left Harry's place."

"That's no fun. You need to get out more. But I guess I can't say too much because you're friends with the hottest guys in the world." Beck smiled. I laughed a little at how happy she got. She grabbed the laptop and I saw her log onto twitter, so that should occupy her for a good 20 minutes. 

I don't understand her at all sometimes. It seems like all she wants is for people to notice her, so I guess she just wants to feel important. I never really understood why people wanted to meet famous people either. They're just regular people after all. I would never of guessed that Harry was famous, or even Zayn. Though I kind of knew something would happen to him like this when he got out of high school, even if I wasn't there to see it happen. He was too talented to not get noticed, but it still came as a shock to me seeing how big he's become. Part of me wonders why he wouldn't call and tell me the news when he made it big. It would of been so cool to see him grow like that, but I know he couldn't just pick up the phone and dial my number like old times. We grew apart. I wonder why life has brought us back together now, though, it doesn't make any sense. I'd say it's some type of 'fate', but I don't believe in fate. I think life has no sense of direction. It just goes along with us, day by day. I don't think there's a reason why we end up in the position we do, we just do. But what made me end up in this position? It seems too crazy to just happen.