Teenage Dirtbag

(Kyla's POV)
I closed the door on him. I started to cry. I did miss Liam. A lot. I needed some brotherly support right now. Not that Harry doesn't help. I just need a brother right now. I wiped my tears away and checked on breakfast. I burned it! The kitchen was in flames! "Dammit!!!" I screamed and looked for the fire extinguisher. I located it and put the fire out. I cough a bit in the silence of the now charred kitchen. The fire alarm was going off and I'm sure someone called the firefighters. I started crying again. I called Harry. He finally pick up. "Ello?" "Harry? I need you here. Please." I croaked. "Are you okay, Kyla?" He asked. I explained the whole thing to him. "I'm on my way. Don't move a muscle." He said, hanging up. I just stood there and cried. I was in shock. I hated my life and I was certain life hated me. I heard Harry come in. I stood there, as still as a statue. He bursts in the room and looks at me. I looked him. I was visibly shaking. He threw his arms around me. I cried into his shoulder. "Shh..." He hushed me. I still cried. "Are you hurt?" He asked. "No..." I croaked. He sighed. "Harry I'm so sorry. I-" "No. I would much rather it been the kitchen than you. If it was you, I don't know what I'd do to myself." He said, stroking my hair. I cried harder. "Kyla please. It hurts me to see you like this" he said pulling us apart and wiping the tears off my rosey pink checks. He planted a soft wet kiss on my lips. We pulled away. "I thought everyone said you were a jackass." I joked. He picked me up bridal style. "To some people." He said carrying me into our room, setting me in the bed and hovering over me. "And then there's you." He said. And let's just say he rocked my world...

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