Always.

*Beep, beep, beep.*
UGH, NO.
I rolled over and hit off on my alarm. I do not want to get out of bed, Harry kept me up until 11:30 last night talking about Caroline and how his parents went out of town. He wanted to know what I thought of Caroline and that he really likes her. I've barely ever talked to her, how should I know. Did he want me to become friends with her? Why didn't I ask that last night? Maybe I was too tired to think that much, I don't know. I ended up telling him that whatever makes him happy, will make me happy.
Is that true? I'm not sure, as long as she's sweet to him. He's my best friend and I know we want the same for each other. I mean he's been kind of seeing Caroline for a while, since the end of last school year and the beginning of summer. They hung out with the same group of people sometimes when they went to the lake and started talking. I guess he's ready to make it official, take her out, woo her, all that jazz. Of course we didn't really talk about her for hours straight; he would go back and forth. Then he told me he's having a party tonight since his parents are away.
I've never been to one of Harry's parties, though I've heard them. I'm surprised the cops haven't been called to be honest, they do get pretty crazy.
Shoot, I need to get out of bed.
I rolled off the bed, literally, and stayed there for a couple minutes before groaning and getting up. I grabbed some shorts and a shirt and changed from my pajamas. I decided I'd take a little more time on my makeup today, and did a pinky sort of smoky eye. I dabbed concealer under my eyes before the eye shadow, then I put some liner and mascara over my top lashes.
Alright, that was enough work, now to grab my stuff and some breakfast. Wait deodorant! And I need to brush my teeth, and comb through my crazy hair.
Alright, once I was done I grabbed my backpack and slipped on my shoes before walking from the bedroom. I didn't even care that my father wasn't home today, I had a feeling he wouldn't be around much anyway.
I sighed and put my backpack on the kitchen table and turned to the fridge.
*knock, knock.*
Of course...
I walked to the front door and opened it to a smiling boy dressed in black skinny jeans and a red plaid shirt that was unbuttoned at the top exposing the swallows inked on his tan chest. The dimples in his cheeks were prominent as his smile grew when he saw me. He stands with both hands behind his back and rocks on his heels.
“Hello, love.” He says, and then pushes by me and through the door. An all too familiar sent follows him, but I cannot see what is behind his back. “I brought you some breakfast!” he smiles putting a McDonald’s bag.
I bit my lip, smiling while I shut the door. “Alright,” I walked to the table and opened the bag to find two egg and sausage McMuffins, two McGriddles, and two hash browns. I couldn’t contain how wide my smile had gotten when I pulled out the first McMuffin.
“So, what do you want?” I sit on the table and cross my legs while talking my first bite.
“Dunno what you’re talking about? Can’t a guy buy his best friend her favorite breakfast?”
“You only surprise me with McDonalds when you want something, and I know it’s really big if you bring me doughnuts. So no, you can’t buy your best friend her favorite breakfast.”
He laughed and grabbed his food out of the bag, unwrapping it, and then talking a bite. “Come to the party tonight.”
“Oh, no no no no no. Absolutely not.” I laughed.
“Kelly, come on! You’ve never been to one and you live next door! It’s senior year, live a little.”
“It’s not happening, Harry.” I shake my head, finishing the last bite of my first sandwich.
“Kelly.”
I shake my head and reach for the bag again, but Harry snatches it away. “HEY!”
“I’ll give it to you if you come!” he says, holding the bag over his head.
“Harry!”
“Come on, Kelly! You’re not doing anything else, it’s just one party.”
I looked away from him. “I do have plans.”
“You have plans tonight? What are you doing?” he asked, lowering the bag subconsciously.
“Listen, I get you think that you are the only person I hang out with, but you’re not. I’m just going with a friend to work on my English assignment.” I spoke sternly. “Can I have my food please?” I asked a little quieter.
He tossed the bag onto the table, turned around and ran a hand through his hair. Hey, no headband.
“Thanks.” I muttered, opening the bag again and pulling out the hash brown. “What’s wrong?”
“We used to be so close… We used to tell each other everything, and we used to hang out together all the time.” He turns to face me again, and walks to lean beside me against the table. “What happened?”
“Nothing.” I took a deep breath and hooked my arm with his. “I mean, we are together all the time, even when we aren’t together.” I laugh. “I see you every single day, multiple times a day; you come over at night- Harry, we are close! I have never been this close with anyone, even my family. You shouldn’t get mad because I want to hang out with other people. . . But we’ll always be together, we’ll always be best friends, and I’ll always tell you everything. See these bracelets?” I put our arms together to show him. “That’s what these mean, right?”
“Who are you ditching me for?”
As our eyes made contact, I could see the slight smile on his lips, but it wasn’t real. “Liam.” I breathed.
“Yea.” He nodded, looking at the ground. “I’ll see you at school.” He didn’t even look at me when he said it; it was like he couldn’t leave fast enough.
“Harry, wait!” I moved off the table, but he shut the door and I could hear his engine before I could even put my hand on the knob.
***
“Mr. Styles, late again I see. Hope we don’t make this an everyday thing, or else you’ll be the first to see how it feels losing your parking privileges your senior year.” Mr. Mitchell sends him a sarcastic smile.
“I was stuck in traffic.” He grumbles, making his way to our desk.
He set his stuff down and sits, not looking at me.
“Alright, as I was saying, you’re going to read you’re ten facts and-”
“What the hell, Harry? What is wrong with you?” I whispered harshly.
“I’m trying to listen to the teacher.” He replied coldly.
“Oh bullshit, Harry. Why are you so f-”
“Ms. Ericson. Perhaps you would like to share your ten facts with the class first.”
A flush of heat rushes through my body when he catches me mid-freak-out.
“Uhm.” I clear my throat. “O-of course.”
I grab the paper from my folder and walk to the front of the room. I can already feel the nerves controlling my body, I hate talking in front of the class.
I take a deep breath and begin. “So, my partner is Harry Styles.
1.He really loves chocolate chip pancakes, bananas, and he doesn’t think that candy floss is too bad every once in a while. Cady floss is cotton candy… it’s some British thing.”
I joke, earning a couple of laughs.
2.“When he was little he, his sister, and his best friend would build “extravagant” forts throughout his house out of sheets, blankets, pillow cushions, and just anything they could find.
3.He, uh, his family is very important to him.
4.He runs when he’s stressed out.
5.He’s likes lame, corny, knock knock jokes.
6.He’s thinks he’s a good cook.
7.This may be a bit inappropriate, but uh, he doesn’t like to sleep in pajamas.”
I pause for a minute while everyone laughs, even Harry.
8.“He doesn’t believe in love at first site, he feels like you’re only falling in love with a person’s looks instead of their personality.
9.He thinks it’s stupid that the legal drinking age here is 21 and not 18 like it is in England. And lastly, he would do anything for anyone he cares about.” I exhale deeply, and smile as everyone claps. I hand Mitchell my paper and then I take my seat.
“Alright, who is next?” Mr. Mitchell asks.
“I’ll go.” Harry offers, and then stands up when Mitchell's gesture for him to go forth. “Uh, I didn’t number mine, so you’ll have to use your fingers.” He begins, already making everyone laugh. “Alright, Kelly Ericson is who I sit by which is quite obvious. She loves sweets, doughnut, cookies, brownies, cakes, she loves it all. She likes to laugh, which is probably why she wrote about my knock knock jokes, because she’s laughed at all the ones I’ve told her so far.” I laugh silently and shake my head. “She hates exercising, absolutely hates it, same with eating vegetables, but she does it anyway because it’s good for her.” He runs his thumb over his lip and pulls on it a bit. “Her favorite thing to do is write because she’s not good with words, so she writes down how she feels about things the best she can. Has anybody been counting?” he asks the class. Faint no’s and giggles are heard. “Come on people! Luckily I have been… we’re at 4. Thank me later.” I smile at how comfortable he is up there. “She’s shy, very shy and she probably won’t talk to you unless you talk to her first. She doesn’t like seeing people she knows in public, so if she avoids you, she does it purposely. I’m not sure if that counts as one or two.” Oh my God. “She tries to get on with everybody, but she’s an introvert so she only needs a couple of good close friends. Uhm, she hopes one day that she’ll inspire someone, that when she dies she’ll have the pleasure of hearing someone say ‘Because of you, my life it better,’ which is actually quite an incredible aspiration. How many are left, three?” he looks down at his paper. “She wants to be happy, she likes to make other people happy, and she believes everyone deserves happiness. That was one, not three. Alright, the counting is getting annoying isn’t it? I’ll stop.” More laughs. “You’re laughing, maybe I won’t stop. She likes coffee, NOT black though, she’s been very specific about that. Alright, Kelly is very loving, caring, and maybe too caring. She cares so much about people close to her and would never want anything bad to happen to them… Also, she thinks I’m very attractive.” He says quickly, smirking.
“I never said that!” I squeal.
He sends me a wink while he hands Mitchell his paper not looking him in the eye.
“You’re really full of yourself you know that?”
He smiles again, thank God.
“Are we going to talk about what happened this morning?”
“Yea, we’ll talk during homeroom Kel.” He sighed.
We sat through the rest of the class’s facts, none of them being as sweet or in depth as Harry’s, or even mine, which weren’t even that good because I didn’t want people to know personal things about him. When Liam went, he kept glancing at me, making me sort of blush, which he noticed and he would smile. I was okay with that though, the way his eyes scrunched together when he smile was so adorable.
We were packing up our stuff when Mitchell asked Harry and I if we could stay until the rest of the class filed out. We agreed, standing in silence close to the door. Once everyone left, Mitchell looked at me.
“So, what did you need us for?” I asked.
“Kelly, was everything Harry said in his paper true?” he questioned.
I looked at Harry, who was biting his lip looking at the ground.
I smiled at Mitchell, “Yea why, is something wrong?”
“No, it’s nothing just that the paper Styles turned in was blank."

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