Stolen Love [TRAILER INSIDE]

Chapter 26<3

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Kenzie’s P.O.V

What the actual hell is wrong with me?

I sat in my room staring blankly at the pale blue wall in front of me a thousand thoughts colliding in what seemed like my tiny capacity of a brain.

Did I really tell Harry I wanted to be with him?

I honestly did not have a clue what I wanted, to be fair I acted on impulse from being utterly crushed by Harry’s lie. I knew that what he was saying to the interviewer was total shit but I couldn’t help but feel my heart seem to be drenched with anguish at the way he laughed at the thought of being with me with complete ease, the way he turned his face up in disgust at the idea of us ever becoming reality and he’s teasing, dry laugh filled with bitterness at the interviewer even bringing up the idea of Kenzie and Harry.

It really fucking hurt.

And I really don’t understand why.

“Face it Kenzie you’re in love with him.”

My eyes widened at the voice popping up in the back of my brain and I shook my head furiously, I cannot love Harry Styles.

I just can’t.

I can’t do that to Louis especially after everything he and I have been through.

“Louis a big boy he can get over it put yourself first for once Kenzie.”

“Shut up.” I hissed at my annoying subconscious that never seemed to piss the hell off.

The feelings I have towards Harry are purely physical. I’m just attracted to him that’s all. There is nothing emotional involved in our relationship it is only and simply attraction.

“That’s utter shit and you know it.”

I ground my teeth together and put my head in my hands letting out a frustrated sigh, what if it was the other way around?

What if Louis and I only had physical attraction and Harry and I were bound together by emotions?

It seemed to make more sense that way, Harry had devoted and latched himself to me in a furious attempt to bring me happiness, and he even went to the extent of driving me the entire eight hours to my home town to mend a broken relationship.

Louis was great as well don’t get me wrong he was the perfect shoulder to cry on but I couldn’t seem to bring myself to delve into a deep conversation about my past with him whereas with Harry it was only too easy.

“Fuck this.” I groaned pulling myself up off of my bed deciding to go and be social for once.

I walked out into the kitchen to find Zayn lazing about on the lounge watching re-runs of Friends whilst Niall was browsing through his phone on one of the beanbags, Liam must’ve gone to pick up Louis from the hospital because he was no where to be seen and neither was Harry.

I recalled Harry and I’s argument earlier and a frown seeped onto my face, that fight was completely unnecessary and I think both of us knew that. It wasn’t even really a fight it was just a collision of emotions and desperation for our differentiating wants and desires with no help from the pressing media waiting to pounce.

I felt my chest ache with sadness to know we weren’t on a stable path at the moment.

He was only trying to protect me, like always and I completely fucked him over with my roller coaster of emotions.