-Kendall-
I pulled the stuffed koala to my chest in a hug, as I sat on Harry's old bed, the events of earlier still replaying in my head.
A knock on the door snapped me out of my trance, as my heart beat faster, thinking it was Harry.
"Hey, dinner's ready," Gemma spoke neutrally, before leaving. I got up and followed her downstairs, to the dining table.
I silently poked the food with the fork, before occasionally putting it in my mouth. I glanced down at my plate, as I felt Gemma's gaze on me. I forced the food down my throat, not that it was terrible, I just didn't want to eat.
I politely thanked Gemma and washed my plate, before heading upstairs, huddling my stuffed koala to my chest and staring at the ground again.
+ +
The following day, I stayed in bed most of the time, not even texting or calling anyone. I decided to take Gemma's offer of breakfast, because I hadn't left the room for quite a while.
"Could you take the breakfast tray to Harry?" Gemma spoke, as she did the dishes.
She thinks we had a small fight, I reminded myself, before I gave her a small nod and picked up the stray.
I carefully ascended the stairs, before stopping at her room, where Harry has been staying for 24 hours now.
I softly knocked, before deciding on twisting the doorknob, upon hearing no reply. I took a deep breath and gently pushed the door, walking in.
I caught sight of shirtless Harry, sitting up straight, with his elbows resting on his knees and his head buried in his face. I set down the tray, as Harry looks up at me.
My breath hitched in my throat when I saw his face. He looked tired and sad, as he ran his fingers through his hair.
"Kendall," His hoarse voice stopped me, as I lowered my fingers from the doorknob.
"Have you eaten?" He asked, and I nodded, my gaze focused on my feet.
"Come here," His soft voice made me walk over to his outstretched arms, and he laced his arms around me in a hug. I hugged him back, tightly intertwining my fingers at his back.
"I'm so sorry you had to see that," Harry spoke in my ear, as I released a shaky breath.
"I'm sorry, I should have known," I whispered back to him, before we pulled away.
"Did you..Did you think I was going to hurt you?" Harry softly asked, after a moment of silence.
I looked away, unable to answer his question. I heard him inhale a sharp breath, as I sat next to him on the bed.
"Look at me Kendall. I would never, ever hurt you, ever," Harry spoke, cupping my cheeks.
I nodded, seeing fatigue in his eyes. He planted a kiss on my lips, and I responded immediately, planting my fingers in his hair. He moaned through the kiss, as he laid down and I climbed on top of him.
"Harry? Have you eaten your breakfast yet?" Gemma's voice sounded, as she knocked on the door.
I widened my eyes, before getting up, just as she barged into the room.
"What?" Harry groaned, as he got up, his disheveled hair making Gemma raise her eyebrows.
"I was just wondering if you had finished eating," Gemma explained innocently, a small smile on her face. I turned to look away, a small blush my cheeks, as Harry smiled in response. I smiled once I felt his fingers intertwine with mine and hold them tightly.
+ +
I squeezed Harry's hand excitedly, as we got into the ferris wheel's large capsules.
"We're having it to ourselves?" I asked in awe, as the man safely locked the door and the wheel started to slowly rotate.
Harry nodded, making my grin widen, as I leaned forward to observe the city through the glass.
"How did you know he was my father?" Harry's voice caught me off-guard, as I bit my lip.
"He's all over social media, and I saw him in the photo albums by the front door," I spoke, flashing Harry a weak smile, making him nod.
"Just wondering," I heard him mutter as I focused my gaze on the small distant buildings.
"It's breathtaking," I gasped in awe, as the street lights came on, and the sun began to set. Harry confidently put his arm around my waist and pulled me closer, before tilting my chin to face him. We had a heated make-out session, which ended with both of us on the floor.
"You've got a little bit of lipstick there," I spoke, giggling, as I ran my fingers across his neck, making him bite his lip, his chest still heaving from the activity.
+ +
I entered Harry's house, Harry following me, before shutting the door. We were still laughing about a joke he had said, as we took off our shoes. We glanced at each other when we heard the door bell ring.
Harry breathed a sigh of relief, after checking through the peephole. He opened the door to 4 lads, making me smile as well.
"You have a lot of explaining to do," Louis spoke, before he walked in, sassily high-fiving me. I laughed, as the lads gave me proper hugs.
"I missed you Louis," I smiled at him, as he stretched his body on the sofa, casually crossing his hands behind his head.
"Who wouldn't?" He replied, before laughing, making me playfully roll my eyes.
I sat next to Harry, at his will, as he explained to the lads why he didn't tell them about us here or Anne.
"But Harry, Anne's like a mother to us, you can't just hide that and have us find out the hard way," Liam spoke, making the lads agree.
"You're right, I'm sorry," Harry sighed, as I rubbed his knuckles, knowing it was something we both found soothing.
I offered to make some warm drinks for the lads, as they caught up on their families lives.
I opened the kitchen cupboards, not familiar with the tools' arrangement. I heard the back door, located in the kitchen, open, making me sigh in relief.
"Gemma, I'm so glad you came. The rest of the band is here and I can't find the-" I stopped myself, once a blonde entered instead of Gemma, not familiar at all.
"H-Harry!" I called out urgently, as she flashed me a sickly smile.
"What's the ma-" Harry's voice was heard, but he stopped when he caught sight of the blonde, his eyes widening.
"Kendall, go upstairs, now," Harry spoke sternly, his eyes looking at me intensely, interrupting the questions I was asking.
I pursed my lips, before walking past him and outside, where the lads were focused on the TV. I climbed the stairs, 2 at a time, as I felt anger and curiosity boil inside me.
+ +
I stayed in the room for the rest of the night and the following day. I started to refold my clothes, and organize them in my suitcase, because I had a feeling I'd be leaving soon.
"Kendall? May I come in?" I heard Harry's voice outside the door, making me walk over and turn the key, locking the door.
He sighed once he heard the key click. He rattled the doorknob for a bit, before it gave away, opening the door easily.
"My mum used to do it all the time," Harry explained, reminding me it was his room.
"Where are you going?" Harry asked, noticing my neat suitcase.
I didn't reply, as I sat on the bed, holding my phone and tapping on it.
"Would you please talk to me?" Harry groaned, picking my phone from my hands and putting it away.
"Who is she?" I asked, crossing my arms, making him sigh.
"She's no one special," Harry replied slowly, and I scoffed.
"Harry, we can't keep secrets from each other, it's not okay," I began, making him look at the ground.
"I respected your privacy and I never spied on you, don't you think you owe me?" I asked, moving closer to him, as he took a deep breath.
"I love you and I need you to remember that, alright?" Harry spoke, planting a kiss on my lips, making me frown.
"Does anyone know her?" I weakly asked, making him shake his head sideways.
"Get dressed, we're going out tonight," Harry spoke before getting up.
He turned to look at me for a second, and I couldn't meet his eyes anymore. I wasn't even sure if I knew him.
All I know is that that blonde might potentially ruin our relationship, I deduced, after Harry's stern gaze at her last night and the times he's complimented me since her arrival.