Only Time Will Tell

13 - Simple Is Boring

- - - Kennedy's POV - - - 

It's weird how the word 'simple' can make absolutely no sense to me now. Things used  to be simple. I'd wake up, get dressed, have fun with whatever life threw at me that day, then go back to sleep. That was simple. And I liked it that way. It's crazy how all that can change between a time period of 3 months. That might sound like a short time to some, to most probably. But for me? It's the longest time ever. These last 3 months have dragged on as if it's been 3 full years. And in those 3 long months, my life has gotten complex. Way to complex than anyone my age should have to be put through. A lot of people would probably love to have a complex life, because simple is too boring, right? But the thing is, simple can be wonderful. It's calming to know you don't have anything important at the moment to do, nothing overwhelming occupying your mind constantly, and no what if's. What if's are fun sometimes. Not knowing what's going to happen so you can question it and anticipate the future. But in my case, they drive you mad with so many questions that you can't answer, so many that you'd do anything to be able to answer. Basically, complex can be too much, and simple can be exactly what you need.

And right now, I was on my way to see the biggest boy band in the world with my best friend. How could my life get anymore complex then that? Well, I guess that's another question I'll have to stay tuned for.

Beck and I walked down to Harry's in the the nipping wind. We walked in silence, well, no, Beck talked the whole time and I walked in silence. All I recall, she had been saying how excited she was to actually hang out with 'the boys of One Direction.' She kept asking me if she looked pretty as well. I said yeah, though I don't really see why it matters so much. I mean it's just Harry, Zayn, Louis, Niall, and Liam. Normal people. But then it hit me again, they're not just normal people, and I'm talking to Beck - so of course looks matter.

"Do you think they'll like me?" Beck pulled me to a stop once we made it onto Harry's driveway.

"Of course. But didn't you talk to them last time?" 

"Yeah..well not really. They all talked, and I couldn't speak that well. I just nodded and smiled. Oh god, they probably think I'm such a freak!" Beck whined while slapping her palm against her head

I stared at her, wrinkling my forehead. She's never been one to worry about what other people thought about her, because, well, everyone loved her. Always. She never cared about her looks either because everyone thought she was beautiful and I'm 100 percent sure the boys did as well. It's so odd to see her like this, especially because she was stressing over people I knew.

"They do not. Just talk normally as if it was just me. I mean, they're not gonna bite or anything." I began to walk up to the door with a nervous Beck trailing behind me.

"But it's not JUST you! It's 5 gorgeous boys, too!" 

I ignored that and just knocked on the door, unaware of what I was really going to say. But then I remembered the rules I needed to lay down. But most of all, I remembered the boys on the computer screen singing one of the most beautiful songs I have ever heard. And suddenly, that's all that consumed my mind. The lyrics jumbled around in my head, causing a smile to make it's way on my face.

The door swung open and I could hear Beck's breathing pick up behind me. In front of me stood Zayn, who smiled at me. All I could picture was him on the screen, and his verse played in my head. When Beck and I stepped inside, I made an unexpected gesture. I hugged Zayn right there. 

I didn't understand what drove me to do it, but it felt right. His arms were stiff at first because he didn't see it coming, but then they tightened around my waist. I pulled back and smiled at him.