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Collide- Howie Day

Kiss me- Ed sheeran

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H a r r y

Thrilling, exciting, warming, fulfilling, restoring, blissful, natural, comforting, like...home. Home. That's what Kaydence's thin small hand feels like in mine. Having her fingers intertwined with mine has never felt so right, has never made me feel as wholehearted as I do now. I thought kissing her was enough to make me burst but something so simple as her hand can bring me to my knees. Watching her lay beside me with strands of hair curling at her temples, her pink plump lips parted and her light brown eyes staring at the ceiling, I know I'm wrapped around this girls finger. She has me so fucking whipped, I can't even deny it to myself anymore. I would do just about anything for her even if she decided to rip my heart out and stomp on it all over again. I wouldn't care. Every fucking second with her is worth the heartbreak and pain she might cause me, I couldn't give two shits. I want her, and need her. Never in my twenty one years of living have I ever met anyone who makes me feel so frustrated, angry, annoyed, lightheaded, confused, horny, intoxicated, breathless, giddy, and happy as she does. She consumes my every thought, I can't even look at another girl with out comparing her to Kaydence. She's it for me, and the idea that I had in my head these last few months that I was over her, is so ridiculous that I want to laugh out loud. I'm a fucking idiot for even thinking she didn't affect me, when she does. She affects every single part of me. I know things between us still aren't completely clear, that there's still so much to work through and that I should probably let her go to sleep but I have never felt more awake then I do now.

Her chest rises and falls as she sighs beside me and I look up from our intertwined hands to gaze at her. She's so beautiful, and all I wanted was to kiss her till my lips fell off  to make up for the time I've lost but I wasn't going to push myself on her. I was going to do this right and make her see that the place she belongs is with me, regardless of what everyone else thinks.

As I'm staring at her I just now notice a charm hanging around her neck, and I lean back up on my elbow while still holding her hand.

"What's this?" I finger the necklace out of her blouse and instantly recognize the rose charm. Her cheeks turn a light shade of pink and she brings her free hand up to the back of her neck to unclasp it.

"Shit, sorry. Nicole let me borrow it for the party I forgot I had it on this whole time, I'm sorry." Her words are rushed and I press my lips together to keep from laughing, reaching over to grab her wrist to stop her.

"Kay, it's alright." Her hand pauses. "Since we're all about honesty tonight, I'll have you know that necklace was intended for you."

"Me?" Her voice cracks like a young boy going through puberty and I chuckle.

"Yeah, it was for you. I only gave it to Nicole to piss you off. Nicole knew it was for you, she was with me when I brought it." She narrows her eyes at me briefly but then drops her hand to her chest, her fingers brushing mine when she picks it up between her forefinger and thumb.

"You bought it for me? When?"

"Last year when I went to London, and came back because I had thought you were cheating on me with Max."

"How come I never got it?"

I shrug and move to lay my head back down on the pillow next to her. "I was angry with you, then I just forgot about it."

"Hm," she stares down at the charm, her eyebrows pulling together as she studies it. "Why a rose?"

My eyes flicker up to meet hers and she holds my gaze. "Why do you think?"

She stares at me a moment longer before her bottom lip juts out and her eyes light up just the slightest. "Our first date?"

"Yes." I nod, grinning at the memory.

She presses her lips together to hold back a smile but the dimple in her cheek gives away how she really feels. "It's pretty."

"You can keep it. I'm sure Nicole will understand."

She laughs lightly then drops the charm back to her chest, resting her hand on her lower stomach. She turns her attention back up to the ceiling but I keep my eyes on her, studying her features and taking in how much more attractive she got. I know she feels me staring but she doesn't say anything except let me watch her. We stay like this for I don't know how long until she begins chewing on her bottom lip, a crease taking over the middle of her forehead.

"Are you alright?" I ask and she tilts her head down to look at me.

"Yeah, I just can't stop thinking."

"What are you thinking about?

She hesitates before answering me, her mouth half open but I squeeze her hand in mine to reassure her that she can tell me.

"I'm thinking about Max."

My eyes narrow at her and I'm about to pull my hand out of hers when she tightens her hold on me. "Not like that," She suddenly turns on her side to face me and her nose is barely an inch away. "I know what you said in the car, about telling him I don't feel the same way but..."

"But what?" I ask her quietly, my heart beating faster at the thought of what she might say.

"I don't want to hurt his feelings," I roll my eyes and she gives me a pointed look as if to say 'be nice'. "He's my friend and he has been there for me a lot."

I scoff. "Yeah, with his lips."

She smacks me on the shoulder this time but I only laugh in response. She glares at me but her mouth is twitching to smile that it only makes me laugh more.

"That's not what I meant, Harry."

I force myself to stop laughing and clear my throat before speaking. "I know, I just don't like the lad."

"I don't get why, he's a good guy."

"Maybe because he kissed you?" I say honestly and her eyes soften just a little.

"Kendall kissed you, too."

"So then you understand why I don't like him," I point out. "Plus, it isn't even the same because I don't like Kendall either."

Kaydence laughs loudly at my statement, throwing her hand over her mouth to stifle it. She looks towards the bedroom door as if someone is going to come in and yell at us to shut up and I laugh softly next to her.

"Glad to hear you don't like her." She whispers, her eyes dancing with amusement and I smile. I can't seem to stop fucking smiling tonight.

"Now if only you didn't like Max." I tease and she shakes her head at me.

"Friend, he's my friend."

I tighten my grip on her hand and pull her closer to me and her nose barely brushes mine. Her eyes widen slightly but then move to glance at my lips, and I have the urge to lean in and close the space between us.

"Make sure he knows that."

Her breathing quickens slightly and it makes me happy to see I still have an affect on her. I don't know if she feels the same way about me but if she doesn't already, I'm going to fucking try and make her fall back in love with me. Whatever it takes.

I lean closer to her but instead of kissing her red lips like I want to, I place one single soft kiss on the tip of her nose. She shivers when I do and her eyes stare hard at me, her thumb absentmindedly running circles over the back of my hand. I close my eyes at the feel of it, thoughts of only brown eyes and plump lips as I slowly begin to drift off to sleep. I briefly think of whether Kaydence has fallen asleep until she answers my thoughts by nudging my hand.

"Hey Harry?" She asks softly.

"Hm?" I hum, not opening my eyes.

There's a beat of silence and I'm about to open my eyes to see if she's still awake when she finally speaks again. "I think you should talk to your family."

This time I slowly open my eyes, taking in the way she's gazing at me in worry. My instincts are telling me to be a dick and tell her it's none of her fucking business but her concerned eyes and soft hand keep me from doing that.

"I don't know if I can do that Kaydence." I sigh, and with my free hand rub the top of my forehead then let me fingers comb through my hair.

She watches me, her eyes following my hand until she reaches up with hers and stops my fingers in my hand. She wraps her fingers around my wrist and brings my hand down, placing it on the duvet between us. I watch her with wonder when she lifts her own hand and begins to  slowly rake her fingers through my hair. My eyes flutter closed at the feeling, making me want to close my eyes and just go to sleep but I need to watch her. I force my eyes open and she twirls the ends of my hair around her finger.

"You know, I noticed back when we first got together how close you were with your family," she pauses and she looks lost in playing with my hair. "The way you literally lit up when your mom walked into the room. You didn't care how old you were, you were still your moms son." She whispers and I keep my gaze locked on her face, feeling a little disappointed when she drops her hand from my hair only to feel a rush of warmth when she places it on my cheek.

"I admired that. I still do. Coming from someone who doesn't have a family, Harry, you are so lucky." Her voice cracks and I squeeze her hand in mine, earning a small but sad smile in return.

"I would give anything to have a family like yours. To have people like that care about the choices I make..."

"They didn't have a right to interfere with our relationship though, Kay."

"I know, I know," She sighs and her thumb brushes over my cheek. "I just don't want you to hold a grudge against them for it. Tell them that, tell them how you feel. Don't shut them out. Please if not for them, for me. That is if I mean anything at all to you, do it for me. I don't want to be the reason you're not speaking to your family. I'm just a random girl, they're your blood, Harry."

I stare at her in awe, wondering how the hell anyone can ever compare to her. No one ever would. "First of all, you're not just some random girl. Second, because I do care about you, I'll...talk to them. I can't promise it will go well but I'll do it."

She smiles, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "Good. And one more thing?"

I sigh in exasperation and she grins in response. I roll my eyes at her, gritting my teeth before answering her.

"What is it?"

"Make up with your friends." I arch an eyebrow at her and she gives me a knowing look. "Your band mates, Harry. Fix whatever is wrong. You guys haven't talked either, you should talk to them too."

"I will eventually."

"No," Her hand slips from my cheek. "You guys said you'd fix whatever was wrong on this trip so that's what you're going to do."

"I will, after I fix us of course." I state and her cheeks redden. She's speechless and I blatantly stare at her to make my point. Her eyes wander over my face and she takes her bottom lip between her teeth and I swear if I hadn't already made up my mind that I was going to take things slow, I'd have her pinned on the bed right now.

"How do you know there's anything to fix?"

"We're holding hands aren't we?" I ask, arching my eyebrow and her cheeks darken. She tries to pull her hand away but I drag it towards me, hers and my hand pressed to my chest.

"It's not that easy Harry." She whispers and I tilt my head at her. I know it's not easy, none of this was but when the fuck was love ever simple?

"I know it's not, but it wouldn't hurt to try."

"Shouldn't you be pissed at me?" She asks in disbelief, her voice rising.

She was right, I should be pissed at her for leaving. And I was for so long but now that I know the reasons, how fucking stupid the reasons were, I'm not angry anymore. I understand why she did it, what she doesn't understand is that she didn't have to do it.

"I was pissed at you for eleven months. I'm not angry anymore, I just want to move on with my life. And hopefully... with you."

Her breath hitches and I wait patiently for her to say something. She stares at me in bewilderment and I bring her hand up again to kiss it, to give her reassurance that I meant what I said.

"We can't just like, jump back into a relationship." She sounds nervous and I smile at that.

"I know, I wasn't planning on it, love." If her cheeks get any redder they'll be the color of a tomato. "I'm going to woo you, and you're going to woo me."

"Oh, am I?" She laughs at my choice of words but I don't care, I'm happy to see her laughing.

"Yes, and whatever happens, happens. Alright?"

Her eyes are searching my face and I'm not sure what exactly she's looking for but whatever it is, she seems to find. The corner of her mouth quirks up into a smile and her fingers tighten around mine.

"Alright." I grin at her, and she turns her head into the pillow, curling her knees up between us. I bring our hands closer to my chest, and we lay there for several minutes just staring at each other. She mutters how she can't fall asleep because she's nervous for tomorrow and I tell her to close her eyes. I begin to hum the tune to 'she will be loved', hoping it will work and I'm rewarded with a smile on her face. She doesn't say anything and soon after, she drifts off to sleep. I keep humming until I think she's completely out, my eyes fighting to stay open as sleep claws it's way to me. I eventually give up the fight and for the first time in months can go to sleep feeling content, knowing I will be waking up to the girl I love right beside me.

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"Rise and shine!"

I bury my head further into the pillow, wondering who the fuck is yelling this early in the damn morning as I blindly reach out for the covers. When I pull them, they don't budge and I grunt in irritation as I slowly open my eyes. I squint at the harsh sunlight coming through the blinds and blink several times before noticing that my pillow was not really a pillow, but Kaydence's stomach. She was turned on her side facing me and somehow in my sleep I had moved further down the bed to wrap my arms around her waist and use her stomach as my personal pillow. My hands are gripping her waist and my head has pushed her shirt up, and as much as I want to stay here the whole day I know we need to get up.

"Oh, well what do we have here?"

I lift my head as carefully as I can to see Louis and Niall standing at the doorway, their arms crossed and smirking at Kaydence and I. I narrow my eyes at them from across the room and Louis reaches for something in his back pocket, lifting it up and I only realize he's taking a picture of us when his phone makes the snapshot camera sound.

"Get out." I shout in a whisper and they both giggle like fucking school girls. They're so immature.

"Relax mate, we just came to tell you they have the buffet open downstairs so if you want the good stuff you two should get up." Niall says.

"Okay," I grumble. "Get out, now." Louis laughs and takes one more picture before they run out of the bedroom. I shake my head at their childish actions and then turn my attention back to Kaydence. She's curled up against her pillow and my arms are still wrapped around her waist, and I reach for the hem of her shirt to tug it back down over her exposed stomach. I sit up and trace the outline of her lips with my forefinger, her eyebrow twitching in response before she slowly blinks her eyes open. She looks confused about seeing me when her face relaxes in realization, a small smile on her lips.

"Good morning." I say, smiling back at her and she scrunches her nose at me and moves to turn on her back. She stretches her arms over her head and her hair has come out of it's bun, messily fanning out over the pillow behind her.

"Morning, Styles." I smile at the nickname and move to stand up from the bed, walking to the bathroom. I don't even bother closing the door while I take a piss and when I come back out Kaydence is sitting up in the bed, her hair hanging around her face and shoulders. She looks so cute and I want to tackle her and plant kisses all over her adorable face but I choose to stay where I am.

"Niall says they have a buffet downstairs." I say, leaning against the door frame of the bathroom as she begins to shove the blankets off her and climb off the bed.

"Oh thank god, I'm starving. I forgot to eat last night." She laughs lightly and brushes past me into the bathroom. I turn around to watch her wash her face and brush her teeth, witnessing how she scowls at her own reflection when she sees her hair. I almost laugh but don't, in case she thinks I'm laughing at the way she looks. She gathers her hair in her hands and combs it out with her fingertips, her gaze meeting mine through the mirror.

"What?" She asks, flipping her hair back over her shoulder.

"Nothing, just forgot how beautiful you still manage to look in the morning."

Her cheeks flush and she rolls her eyes at me, turning on her heel to face me. "It's too early for compliments, Harold."

"It's never too early, gorgeous."

"Get out."

"Did I do something, love?"

"Out."

I chuckle and her mouth turns to the side lightheartedly, her finger pointing behind me. "I'm serious, out. I have to pee."

I smirk at her and turn to leave, the door closing behind me as I move to step out of the room. I go to my leather bag sitting off to the side in the hallway and tug a pair of black jeans out along with a motorcycle printed button up. I saunter back into the room and shrug the jeans up my legs, then pull my t-shirt over my head. Kaydence walks back out as I'm slipping the button up over my shoulders, and her eyes automatically flicker down to my stomach. She bites her bottom lip and ducks her head down, walking to her duffel bag while I'm buttoning my shirt.

She grabs several items of clothing and when she stands back up she glances over at me, her gaze moving to my shirt. "You only buttoned two damn buttons? Are you trying to cause heart failure world wide?"

I choke out a laugh and shake my head at her. "This is how I always wear them."

She narrows her eyes at the shirt and I arch my eyebrow at her. "You do it on purpose, don't you?"

"No." I laugh again and she rolls her eyes at me, tossing her clothes on the bed as she places both hands on her hips. She's looking down at the clothes and I notice her mood has suddenly shifted and she looks anxious, that the smile on my face fades.

"You okay?"

"I don't know what to wear."

I peek at the clothes on the bed. "That looks fine."

"What does one wear to meet their biological mom." She thinks out loud and I nod my head in understanding. She was nervous again.

"Kay, it doesn't matter what you wear. Either way you'll look good."

She gnaws on her bottom lip while her eyes dart up to me briefly before bending back down to look through her bag. She's tossing clothes around and I sigh, plopping down at the end of the bed as I watch her. She looks stressed, throwing clothes left and right that one shirt even lands on my lap. I hold the blue buttoned shirt up, studying it before calling for Kaydence.

She stops what she's doing and looks over her shoulder at me. "Wear this?" I hold the shirt out to her and she stand, reaching out to take it from me. She looks down at the blue blouse then picks up a skirt lying on the bed that matches with it. She stares at the two, sighing in relief and looking back up at me.

"Thank you."

I nod in reassurance and she drops herself on the bed next to me. I rub her back while she groans and rubs her forehead in agitation. I know she must be really nervous but we had hours before she saw her, stressing out now would only make it worse.

"You're going to be okay, Kay."

"I know, I just can't stop freaking out because I mean, It's today."

"I understand." I pause and watch the worry lines taking over her features. I want to help her somehow but I know my help isn't the only one she needs. She needs support, a lot of it and I know where or rather who would give it to her but i'm not sure if she'll be up for it.

"Kay," I say and she looks up at me. "I think you should tell the others."

Her eyebrows furrow in confusion and she tilts her head slightly. "The others..."

"The lads." I finish and watch her eyes widen and she's already shaking her head.

"No, hell no."

"Kay, they'd support you."

"I don't want them knowing, Harry." She mutters.

"Why the hell not?"

She doesn't answer me for a moment, her eyes staring at the plasma TV on the wall. I stare at her, watching her expression change from confusion, to worry, to frightened, to nervous. I want to hug her but I'm unsure with the constant change of emotions on her face. She turns to me then, her eyes catching mine.

"I don't want them to pity me."

"They won't Kay. They like you, actually I'm positive that they love you."

She gives me a tight smile and I reach over and wrap my arm around her shoulder, pulling her into my chest and again, I've never felt so whole. I haven't hugged her in a long time, not since last year when she needed comforting and having her in my arms like this makes me feel like I can breathe again.

"If you want me to fix things with them, please let them in. I know I'm not on the best terms with them but they're the greatest lads I know. You need all the support you can get today, let them be there for you."

She's silent and her slow breaths are fanning over my chest and she slowly turns her head in, her lips barely brushing my skin. She stays like that for several minutes while my hand rubs her back to comfort her. We hear Nicole shout for us to hurry up and Kaydence sighs then looks up at me through her eye lashes, moving her arms to wrap around my lower waist as she leans into me more.

"Okay, I'll do it. I'll tell them."

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