The loss of Bim was like a giant whole, like an enormous reminder that kept beating me up. Everytime I stepped into our dormitory, I could feel the emptyness just flow over me. And it was even worse when I had spent hours in it, by myself.
After Liam left, at least I had Sarah to text to. But when she needed to leave the chat, I was by my own again. As the "it's my fault that I'm so alone"-thought hit me, the bubbling sound from my stomach made it clear that I was not only lonely, but hungry. I hadn't eaten very well earlier, I remembered. I didn't want a migraine on top of all this, so I locked the door after me, and started to walk down to the cafeteria. During my walk down there, I started to think about Liam, and what he was about to do. What he promised to do. And even though Liam was a very reliable person, I knew that everyone could make promises that they deep down knew that they weren't gonna keep.
When I was finally at the little counter where you could order stuff, I said:

"I'd like a Starbucks, a "Mocka Light", please."

"Anything else?" The woman behind the desk asked.

"Yeah, a tuna sandwich, please."

I got my "dinner", and sat down at the nearest, free table I could see. I was quietly reading a magazine, and suddenly, as I was taking the second sip at my "Mocha Light", I felt a warm hand on my back. I flinched, and nearly choked by surprise.

"Shit, are you okay?" Zayn asked as he slightly chuckled.

Sure, I could have died because of the coffee running down my throat, but all I could think about was Zayns chuckle. It was the cutest thing ever, no one would disagree about that. I calmed down, and laughed a little by myself.

"Yeah, don't worry. I was just surprised.." I said.

"Oh, why?"

"Because.."

I interrupted myself, from saying something I wasn't supposed to. The real reason why Zayn surprised me, was because I wasn't expecting him here. I thought he would be somewhere with Liam, like Liam promised. But since he wasn't, he didn't know about it yet. I had already made a similar mistake, when I told Harry about it. I wouldn't do it now.

"I was just so disconnected from the outside world, that's all." I said and pointed at my magazine.

"I see." He smiled. "So what's new in the celebrity-world? Something I should know?"

"Nothing special, just that you, someday, are going to end up here." I said and pointed at the magazine again.

"Thanks, Kath." He smiled big. "You too."

"Who knows?" I said mysteriously. "But I do know, that if you, which you are, somehow make other people see you and get interested in you, it will all happen so quick. I swear, Zayn. With your looks and your talent.. You will go far."

Zayns facial expressions made it very clear that he was trying to say thank you, but instead, he just hugged me. The hug got interrupted by a textmessage. It wasn't my message-tone, so it obviously was Zayns. He checked it quickly, and stood up.

"I hate to leave, but Liam just texted me. He wants to talk to me about something."

I nodded, followed by a smile that was showing on the outside, and was spreading around on the inside. Liam was finally going to do it, and I couldn't be happier.

"Okay. See you later."


Back on my room, the door suddenly knocked. I had almost fallen asleep, so I slowly walked over to the door while yawning.
It was Harry. And he was looking like the opposite of sleepy, which in my case was hot as hell. He smirked widely.

"Hi, babe. Did I wake you?"

"Is it that obvious?" I giggled and scratched my eyes.

"You still look beautiful."

I smiled.

"Thank you."

Then I suddenly remembered.

"Oh, right! How did it go, with Liam?"

Harrys smirk disappeared.

"Yeah, about that.. Can I come in?"

I opened the door a bit more, so Harry could come in. He sighed before he leaned against the window. It was dark outside, and it was pouring.

"No offence, but Liams side of the story was a whole lot more awful that you explained it to me. It's.. It was terrible.."

"Yeah, I'm sorry.. It's just that I betrayed his trust, so I somehow thought that the less I told you, the less he would hate me."

"He could never hate you, Kath."

"Yeah? You should've seen him before he told you guys. He flipped on me. I was the one who convinced him to tell you."

Harry nodded.

"Well, the lads really appreciated it."

"So.. they wern't mad?" I asked.

"No. Just.. Shocked, I think."

Now it was my turn to nod.

"I'm glad.. I think he was scared that they would be angry with him, for not telling them before."

"I get it." Harry smirked.

Once again, I was stunned by Harrys low, british, sexy voice. How his lips moved, and how he kept flipping his hair. He was far more than perfect, I realized, even though I had known it since day one.

"Can I just ask one thing?" I said and walked closer to him.

Harrys crossed arms landed casually on his hips, and his smirk grew bigger.

"Sure, anything."

I took a last step towards him, which increased all space between us. My tummy was now slightly touching his. I could feel his abs.

"Did you ever tell them your story?"

His arms was wrapped around me.

"Yes, I did."

He brought my face closer to him, by also bringing his closer to mine.

"I'm not a big fan of keeping secrets. At least not my own."

His raspy whisper made my stare land on his flawless, pink lips. That was enough. I couldn't keep myslef from kissing him again.

Notes

Hi guys! Not the longest chapter, I know. But better than nothing, right? So, there's a reason why I haven't written earlier. It was because I was busy with writing down things that is going to happen in this fanfiction. It is going to be so good!! Anyways, can't promise that I'll write more, but I hope I will! Love, A.

Who do you honestly think will be the next one Kath will kiss?

Do you think Liam really has told everyone the whole story?