Open Case File [COMPLETED]

Making It Right

"Okay."

Harrison watched as she left and found he couldn't move. He'd been in relationships before this. Majority had ended when the other person broke up with him. Some simply ended because they stopped putting in the effort. This had been the first time Harrison was the one ending it.

He didn't think of Kennedy as he sat there staring out the window. Instead, he thought of Layla and how she'd been a better girlfriend than anyone deserved, least of all him.

She'd accepted his friendship with Kennedy, something previous girlfriends had struggled with. She'd made an effort to connect with Kennedy even though they had vastly different personalities.

Harrison buried his face in his hands. He hoped she found someone as loving as herself. He hoped a million good things for her because even when she could have gotten mad at him, yelled at him, acted out because of the breakup, she didn't. She was a better person than he'd ever be.

With the shift in the light outside, Harrison registered how late it was and left the coffee shop. As he headed home, he found his mind turning to Kennedy. His best friend. The girl he'd played with since he was a little kid. The girl that punched him when mad. Or when excited. The girl who could brighten his day no matter what mood he was in.

The girl who... The girl who meant more to him than anything else in the world.

Harrison felt a small smile tug at his mouth.

How he hadn't seen... Or maybe it was that he hadn't want to.

She was his safe space. When life went overwhelming or he wanted to get away from something, he ran to her.

And he knew, he was her safe space.

When she wanted to lash out at the world, he was the one able to hold her back.

If she felt down, he could pick her up.

He was the boy who could block her punches.

The boy that didn't run away when she took a swing at him.

There might have been guys she dated but Harrison knew they hadn't been to her what he was to her. Looking back at it, he knew it was because no girl was what Kennedy was to him.

They were both idiots for fooling themselves into thinking that at the end of it all it wouldn't always have been them two.

They were best friends. They were each other's balance.

When he thought of the word love, it held a million different meanings to him because of Kennedy.

He loved her.

Harrison couldn't fight his grin as he pressed the button to call the elevator. He loved Kennedy. He loved her and knew without a doubt that she loved him to.

It was them. There was no one else.

Harrison knocked at the Keller apartment door, his heart beating faster.

When it opened and he saw Kennedy, he found he lost his breath.

"Come in," she said. "I'm just finishing getting ready and you can have the privilege of telling me how pretty I look."

Kennedy hurried back into the apartment but Harrison found all he could do was stay frozen in the doorway. Kennedy. Kennedy in a dress. Kennedy looking stunning in a dress.

"Okay!" Kennedy said, returning and twirling once, showing how the sleek dress had a slit up one side. "Tell me I'm pretty."

Harrison snapped out of his stunned state. "What are you doing?"