Kelly's POV

"Stay here as long as you need. Mi casa is you casa," he says in Spanish. (My hone is your home)

"thank you, Harry. But I'm still not happy about.... Yeah. Niall and everything, so don't think you, Niall, Louis or anyone in that Gang that I know if off the hook," I say, pointing my index finger at him.

I go upstairs to the guest bedroom and lay down on the bed. After about ten minutes, I hear a knock on the door.

"Proceed to come in," I say. He laughs and opens the door.

"Hey. Zayn just told me there was a party down at Jace's, wanna go?" I look at him, now in a sitting postion.

"Oh yeah, sure. I need to clear my mind anyway. When is it?" he looked scared when I asked him.

"it may or may not be in twenty minutes..." He said, definitely scared.

"HAROLD STYLES! YOU GAVE ME TWENTY MINUTES TO GET READY?!?!" I yell. He nods. I sigh, running my fingers through my hair. "Get out," I say calmly.

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I start down the stairs, ready for the party. Harry looks up at me in awe, but it quickly fades away.

"You know we're 20 minutes late for the party, right?"

"that's an eighth of what I usually spend getting ready for parties, Styles. You lucked out on this," I say, gesturing to myself.

"I'm glad," he said.

what?

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