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KAYDENCE

I shut off the television after watching an episode of American Horror story, and lean back on the couch as I stretch out my stiff limbs. I slept in till two in the afternoon today, and have done nothing but watch episodes of the first season of American horror story on Netflix and my eyes feel they’re about to fall out of my sockets.

I lazily reach for my phone, and tap the home button as I glance at the time. It’s already almost seven and I have to be out working with Max’s band again tonight at eight.  I groan inwardly, and force myself to get up, trudging over to the dresser to pull out clean clothes and tossing them on the bed. I rub my eyes as I slowly walk to the bathroom to wash off the groggy feeling I have, and open the shower door as I turn the knob of the shower and the cold water hits my wrist. I don’t bother to close the bathroom door as I peel off my grimy clothes and kick them to the corner, then step into the hot water. Goosebumps immediately rise on my skin and I take the shampoo sitting on the floor, the one Harry had left behind. I take my time washing my hair, and close my eyes as I tilt my head back for the water to wash the shampoo out.

A thump from the room makes me jump, and my eyes snap open. I stay frozen in place for a moment, my ears perking up for any other sound or movement from the room. Relaxing when I don’t hear anything,  I cross my arms over my chest as I step out from under the water and open the door a fraction, trying to look out into the bedroom. When I see nothing, I shrug it off and assume that it’s just me being paranoid after watching American Horror Story for the last five hours.

After I finish I shut off the water, and wring out my hair before stepping out of the shower. I extend my hand for the towel resting on the counter and rub it against the ends of my hair to dry it. Holding the towel in my hand, I walk out into the bedroom completely nude, and saunter towards the bed. My heart completely stills when I see a dark figure in the corner of my eye, sitting at the kitchen counter and I can’t help the scream that escapes my mouth as I jump away from it, dropping the towel.

My hand is to my chest, covering my heart as It hammers rapidly against it. My eyes focus on the dark figure, and I blink several times to make sure my eyes are not deceiving me.

“Harry?” I pipe.

He sits on the stool in front of the kitchen counter with his arms crossed over his chest, dressed in a white shirt and green beanie over his messy curls. His eyes are dark and focused on me, slowly traveling up my body as he raises an eyebrow,  and presses his lips into a firm line.

Remembering I dropped my towel, and am completely naked in front of him, I quickly bend down and pick up the towel, wrapping it securely around my body as my cheeks turn scarlet.

Fighting past my embarrassment, I look up at him slowly and meet his concealed eyes.

“What are you doing here? Aren’t you suppose to be in England?” I ask.

“Wouldn’t you like that.”

I flinch at the hostility in his voice, and stare at him stunned. He continues to look at me angrily, his hands in fists as they tighten around his chest, while the rest of him stays motionless.

I cautiously take an uncertain step towards him and lift my hands up as If I were surrendering. “Did I do something?”

He rolls his eyes, and bends down to dig something out of his bag that rests at his feet. When he grasps what he was looking for, he stands up at his full height and marches over to me until he is only an inch away. He stops and looks down at me, his lips only a few inches away as he lightly presses the item to my wet chest.

“You tell me.” He says coldly.

My eyebrows knit together in confusion, as I lift my hand and take ahold of it and glance down to see it is a magazine. It’s folded already to a specific page, and I open it so I can fully see what it is. I can literally feel the color drain from my face when I see the big picture plastered on it, and my stomach twists in knots nervously. Shit.

Staring at the picture of Max and I at the bakery, our faces only a few inches away, I begin to understand the root of Harry’s anger. I glance at all the rest of the pictures, they are not as bad as the bigger one, but still. It’s all bad to Harry.

I look up at him and meet his furious eyes. He is standing so still, I’m afraid he will erupt if I say the wrong thing.

I nervously take a step towards him, and he instantly takes one back.

“Harry, it’s not what you think.”

“Really?” He asks, and I prepare myself as I notice the way his tone rises. “Because it sure as hell looks exactly what I think.”

I take another step towards him, shaking my head. “But it’s not, we are friends that’s it.”

He laughs humorlessly, and reaches his hand up to pull off his beanie as he runs his fingers through his curly hair and tugging it in anger. “And when exactly were you going to tell me you were friends?”

“It never came up.”

He turns around and kicks the wall in anger, making me cringe. He whirls around and glares at me with so much rage.

“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!” He shouts.

My eyes widen in fear as he begins to pace the room, occasionally glancing at me and huffing in anger as he shakes his head.

“It never came up?! Seriously?! How many times did we talk on the phone Kay? Not many, but we did talk! You could of told me then!”

“It’s not something I could just bring up! You were angry at me for just saying introducing myself to him last time, and we weren’t even together then!”

A flash of hurt crosses his features, but disappears just as quickly as his face twists back into anger. “That doesn’t matter! You could of just said it! At least then you wouldn’t be LYING TO ME!”

“I didn’t lie to you I just didn’t tell you.”

He shakes his head and scowls at me. “It’s absurd that you think telling me you were looking for a job, when you were really with HIM, is not lying.”

“I was looking for a job. He just happened to be with me.” I snap, feeling the anger starting to boil in me.

“Did you find one then?” He asks sarcastically.

I open my mouth to answer, then automatically shut it when I realize I hadn’t told him about working with The Wanted. I turn away from him and pick up the clothes I left on the bed, and slip on my underwear underneath my towel.

“Did you?” He asks again.

I ignore him as I bend down and slip my jeans on too, then drop my towel as I slide the straps of my bra over my arms and reach around me to clasp it, and tug my black shirt over my head.

“Yeah I did.” I finally say.

“Where at?” He asks, curiosity tinting his voice.

I stand still, and take a deep breath.

“With The Wanted... Max’s band.”

Silence fills the room to the point of being unbearable, and the only sound I hear is his ragged breathing behind me. I don’t dare turn around, knowing if I do I will only see the hatred and hurt in his eyes.

“Why the bloody hell are you working with them?”  He asks callously.

“Because I need a job.” I state.

“So you couldn’t find a shop to work in?”

I whirl around and glare at him. “I tried Harry. But I was desperate for a job, that I was willing to take whatever I could get.”

“If you wanted to work with a band, you could of told me. I’m sure we have something you could do.”

I’m already shaking my head before he finishes. This is exactly why I didn’t want to tell him. “No, I don’t want you giving me a job.”

“Why not?” He takes a step towards me, and the lines in his forehead deepen. “You took the job with them, but you won’t take one with us? With me?” His voice cracks on the last word.

“Because! Because you have already done enough for me, and I need to do this on my own. Without you, okay?”

“But you aren’t doing this on your own. You’re doing this with him.” He states.

My eyes turn to slits as I stare at him, he’s acting like a completely different person and I hate it. “Is that all you care about?”

“No! I care about the fact that this,” He jabs a finger at the magazine lying on the bed. “was taken. That I had to find out about you spending time with him through that. That you lied to me, that after all that I’ve done, you still can’t seem to tell me the truth! God Kay, how many times do I need to prove that you can trust me and talk to me about things? Why couldn’t you just tell me about spending time with him or taking a job with them? Do you even realize how foolish you made me look? It’s rubbish that after everything you’ve told me, you weren’t able to tell me about this. I knew you were hiding something, I could hear it in your voice on the phone but you see, I was worried that it had something to do with your past. But now that I know you seem to be okay, I’m just pissed.”

“Then leave.” I say, my mouth speaking before I even get to think.

He stares at me a moment, then blinks at me. He crosses his arms again and leans against the counter behind him. “After all that, you tell me to leave?”

My mind is telling me to lie and tell him yes, while my heart tells me to run to him and beg him to stay. In the end though, my mind will always win. “Yes.”

He searches my stone cold face, then shakes his head, a sarcastic smile on his lips. “I’m paying for the damn place. I’m not leaving.”

I press my lips into a hard line and bite down roughly, tasting the blood on my tongue when my teeth cut my bottom lip. I’m conflicted, I don’t want to be around him right now but I have no where to go, and he’s right he is paying for this room. Giving up, I release my lip and swallow the lump growing at the back of my throat at the fact that I don’t have an escape. I never will.

“Fine. I’ll leave.”

The sarcastic smile falls from his lips as I turn my back on him, and walk to the couch to pick up my purse and keys. I walk back to the dresser to pick up my phone, and turn around to see him watching me. We both stare at each other for a few moments, before I rip my eyes away from him and storm out the door.

I stand outside of it and wait, hoping he will come running out to kiss me and look at me with his light green eyes as he brushes my hair out of my face, apologize and be my knight and shining armor. But my heart shatters in defeat when I hear the bathroom door slam closed from the other side of the door. The lump in the back of my throat only begins to grow as I look down both ways of the hallway, trying to decide where to go. But you see, that’s my problem. I don’t have anywhere else, nowhere else. Harry is, and was my last bit of hope, and he usually saves me from whatever it is that upsets me. But this time he is the reason, and he can’t save me from himself, nor can he save me from me.

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