Three days.

That's how long it's been since mine and Harry's kiss.

It's also how long Harry has been ignoring me.

Once we had gotten back to the hotel, he went straight to the bed without even so much as looking at me. I figured he'd get over it by morning and just needed to sleep on it, but I was wrong. I woke up, and tried to talk to him. I continued as if nothing happened between us, but when I asked him if he wanted breakfast the only answer I got was his middle finger in my face.

So, I guess you could say he hated me.

After that I didn't even bother anymore. The only times we uttered a word to each other was when one of us was hungry, or needed the bathroom. I've stayed in the hotel for the past three days, while Harry's gone out doing god knows what. I've accepted that he was never gonna talk to me again, and I assured myself that it just made everyone's life easier.

I was shocked he hadn't thrown me out on the streets yet, making me some homeless eighteen year old, but I didn't mention that to him, his mood has changed drastically and I don't think he'd hesitate to do it if I brought it up.

Even though we haven't spoken, there has not been one second where I didn't regret what I had said.

I was currently thinking about this as I walked through the lobby and out the sliding doors. It was already dark out, but I needed to get away for a bit. Being couped up was driving me crazy, and I craved the fresh air. Harry was out again, so he wouldn't know I was gone, not that he'd care anyways.

I walked down the street, stuffing my hands in the pocket of my hoodie. I glanced down the street and there were barely any people out. I turned the corner, and just kept walking to no where in particular.

A few streets later, I came across a nice park. There were basketball courts, tennis courts, a tether ball pole, and a playground. I strode towards the playground, my feet making crunching sounds as I stepped on the wood chips. I sat on one of the swings, pushing off the ground gently. I held the chain and stared out across the park. There was no one but me here, and even though It felt kind of nice, I felt lonely.

I didn't have any friends, no one to talk to about how confused I was feeling and the only person besides Harry that might listen to me probably is pist at me.

I pulled out my phone, thinking I'd at least try and give Madison a call. I had been dodging her calls for the past few days and she deserved an explanation. I swiped my thumb across her contact and held my phone to my ear as it started ringing.

"Hello?" She asked rather dryly.

"Hey, long time no talk." I said trying to lighten the mood.

The line was silent and I was beginning to think she hung up when she spoke again. "What do you want Kaydence." She said coldly.

I sighed, fiddling with the rip in my jeans. "Look I'm sorry about ignoring you, but I just needed time to think things through and I owe you an explanation."

"Yeah, you do owe me one. But I called and called multiple times the last, oh I don't know, four days. I was worried about you Kaydence. Last time I saw you, you freaking fainted on stage. I tried to go backstage to see you and they wouldn't let me in. It's not like I could just call up Harry Styles, and ask him if you were okay. You wouldn't pick up the damn phone and I was sitting here worrying my ass off thinking something could of happened to you! What if you were in the hospital? I don't know anyone in your family and you could of been dead and I would of never known! I don't even care about the fact you failed to mention Harry was your boyfriend, all I cared about is if you were okay or not!"

"Madison, I'm sor-,"

"No! Shut up! Now that I know you seem to be alive and breathing, I am beyond pist! Seriously Kaydence, you think no one cares about you but news flash I do. I'm your best friend, or at least I thought I was. But a piece of advice for the future, You need to stop pushing people away, and let other people care about you. Otherwise you're gonna end up alone." And she hung up.

I sat there, clutching my phone to me. I felt my eyes sting with tears, and my body begin to shake. I lost my brother, because I had been foolish while driving, I lost my mom because she hated me for making such a horrible mistake, I lost the one guy who might ever really care about me, all because I was too afraid to let him in. I lost my best friend, my only friend because I was too selfish and didn't consider her feelings.

Madison was dead on, because now? I really was all alone.

I woke up, with pain in my neck and back, turning over on my side as my eyes adjusted to the sun that was beginning to rise.

I sat up on the bench, realizing i fell asleep at the park. I almost laughed at myself, I was already becoming a homeless person and Harry hadn't even thrown me out yet.

Remembering him, i felt the pain in my chest again and wondered what i was going to do. I couldn't be around him any longer, and I needed to leave. I didn't care anymore if I was homeless or not, I could sleep on more park benches if I had too.

Standing up, I started walking back towards the hotel, hoping Harry slept somewhere else last night so I could leave without seeing him. A few minutes later, I got to the entrance and walked through the lobby without bothering to greet anyone.

Once I reached the door to the room, I opened it slowly, quietly stepping in. It was quiet, and I didn't think Harry was here.

I quickly tip toed to my bag sitting in the corner and started picking up my clothes, stuffing them in my bag. I zipped my bag, slinging it over my shoulder and turning around.

I gasped, gripping the strap of my bag tightly. Harry was sitting at the end of the bed, in just his boxers. He was leaning forward, his elbows resting on his knees, and his eye brow was arched as he stared at me.

"Where were you?"

I stared at him, not knowing what to say. The first time he talks to me in three days, and it happens to be the moment I'm trying to make my escape.

"Out." I muttered.

He studied my face, his eyes narrowing. "You've been crying."

I instinctively rubbed at my cheeks, and looked at my hand. There was black mascara on it, and I inwardly cussed at myself. I probably really did look homeless.

His eyes moved from my face, to my bag. "Where are you going?"

I sighed, walking to the bathroom to get the rest of my stuff as I answered him. "I'm leaving."

He stood up from the bed, following me towards the bathroom. "Why?"

"Because I'm not staying where I'm not wanted." I replied, grabbing my toothbrush and comb.

"I never said I didn't want you here."

I didn't bother looking up at him, as I walked around him and back into the bedroom. I saw a pair of my shoes under the bed, and dropped my bag to the floor getting on my knees to reach under and grab them.

As I stood back up, and leaned down to pick up my bag, Harry snatched it off the floor, putting it behind him.

"Harry, give it back.

He shook his head, his curls falling in his face. "No, not until we talk."

I threw my hands in the air, exasperated. "I tried talking to you, remember? You did something like this," I stuck my middle finger up, waving it in front of his face. "You've ignored me for three days, we could of talked then. Now give me my bag back so I can leave."

I stepped forward, trying to reach for my bag when he lifted it above his head, dangling it above me. I jumped up several times, trying to grab it, but he was too tall and I was too short.

I stopped, shoving Harry in the chest. "This isn't funny! Give it back!"

"I'm not giving it back until we talk."

I glared at him, then shrugged. "Fine." I walked towards the door. "Keep it. I'll live in these clothes then."

Harry raised his eyebrows, then opened my bag. Shoving his hand into it, and pulling out my notebook with all my poems in it, holding it up to me. "Really? You're gonna leave this behind? The thing that holds everything you've ever felt?"

My heart stopped. That notebook had all my secrets, and Harry was currently holding it. "How do you know what's in it?" I asked, panicking.

He looked down, as if he were ashamed of himself. "I read the first page. The one about your brother. I didn't read anything else though, so you can relax."

"You went through it?!" I yelled.

"I accidentally knocked it over, and it opened to the first page and yes I will admit I was curious and read it. I didn't read anything else though okay?"

I didn't say anything, just stood and glared at him.

"You're not gonna leave without this and I know that. This has personal stuff in it, and I know you don't want to leave it with me. So please, sit down so we can talk and I promise you'll get it back." He said.

Mother fucker.

I clenched my teeth together to keep from screaming at him, walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, crossing my arms. "Talk."

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