Always
The Day After
Kaylie’s POV
Wednesday, 12th October
“Won’t you stay till the A.M.?
All my favourite conversations
Always made in the A.M., yeah, ye-”
I cut my alarm off – yes, it was still A.M. – and groaned. It was bloody 7am and I didn’t want to get up. I was too comfortable in my bed. It was too warm to leave this comfort. I realised I was still naked and Harry’s pink polka dot shirt was still in my arms. It still smelt like him and I smiled to myself as I remembered what had happened last night. I had finally declared my love for him and he still loved me. How sweet he had touched me, how warm his tongue was as we kissed, how gentle he was when he slid into me for the first time. It had been an amazing night and I hadn’t wanted him to leave but he had to. The thought of going to school today and not being able to say that I had made love with Harry Styles was so difficult. I had had sex with one of the biggest heartthrobs on the planet and he loved me. Wow.
I reluctantly lifted the sheets off me and got out of bed. I pulled a new pair of panties on and clipped my bra back on. I ran my hand through my tangled hair and decided that I needed to brush it. I went into the bathroom and grabbed my brush, tugging it through my long caramel-coloured locks. Once all the knots were gone, I gathered all of my hair and pulled it back in a ponytail. I brushed my teeth thoroughly and dusted a light foundation on my face. I went back into my bedroom and got dressed in my uniform for school. You would think I felt like a changed woman after having sex but honestly, I didn’t feel that different. Just…happy. I was happier than I had ever been and it was because the man I loved actually loved me back.
After having breakfast and packing my bag, getting all of my stuff together for school, it was 8am. My first period was due to start at 8:50 and it only took me about 20 minutes to walk to school so I knew I wouldn’t be late. Better yet, I’d be early. Just as I stepped out of the front door, my phone rang. I looked at the caller ID with curiosity.
Harry.
I smiled and pressed Accept, raising my phone to my ear, keeping a firm hold on my folders with my other arm.
“Hi.” My voice always became higher when I spoke to him. I still got flustered around him and my heart swelled every time I heard his voice.
Good morning, angel. You at school?
He sounded even better over the phone, his tone raspy and deep, as I remembered the way he spoke to me last night in bed. That had been the greatest night of my life. Giving myself to the man I loved, being in his arms as he made love to me gently. No feeling would ever beat it.
“No, not yet. I just stepped out my front door.” I said.
Good. I was hoping to catch you before you’re there.
“Why? You hardly ever call me.” I giggled as I walked down the path and onto the main pavement beside the street. Normally, we just texted because that was easier.
Well, after last night, I think my angel deserves a call. I could hear his smirk in his voice and it made me unintentionally bit my lip. My cheeks flushed as I remembered the way he touched me, kissed me, stroked me, loved me. Harry could sense from my silence that I was thinking about last night, which was evident from his next sentence.
You’re thinking about last night, aren’t you?
“Yes.”
I am too. You were the last thought in my head when I went to bed and the first thought when I woke up this morning.
Just when I had thought that Harry couldn’t be more romantic, he had gone and said that. I held my folders tighter to my chest and looked down at the cracks in the pavement, tiny stones breaking underneath my school shoes.
“I love you so much.”
The words came out of my mouth before I could stop myself. I felt the need to tell him that all the time now, afraid that he would forget or that he would leave me. But his response made all of that doubt vanish.
I love you too, Miss Walker. Always.
Hearing the one and only Harry Styles tell me that was the best thing. However, even though he was a huge megastar with screaming fans, with me, he was just Harry. Last night, I didn’t see the rockstar Harry. I saw the emotional loving Harry. He was simply Harry. My Harry.
“Are you at the studios?” I asked as I rounded a corner.
Yes, I am, my love. Alicia’s got a 9am rehearsal and then, it’s your turn at 2pm.
“Well, say hi to Alicia for me.”
I will. Might tell her what we did last night too.
“No, don’t you dare, Harry! Please don’t!
I was only teasing, Kaylie. I will never tell anyone. It’s between you and me.
I knew Alicia would be thrilled for me but telling even just one person could turn everything on its head. The only person I trusted to give out this information was my mother. I would tell her what happened tonight when I got back from rehearsals because my family would have returned by then. Then, I thought of Melody. I remembered her threat, which was a distant memory now. How she had said Harry needs a strong woman, one that’s not a virgin, referring to herself. But as of last night, I was no longer a virgin. I had done the deed and the way I had done it was something I would never regret or change. It had been perfect and Melody had no idea. No idea that Harry loved me, kissed me, made love to me. But she never had to know because that night was a personal memory and I wouldn’t let her ruin everything that Harry and I had built together. A strong passionate love that we had finally expressed to one another.
“Good because last night was perfect to me.” I smiled.
It definitely was, angel. Even better than I had ever imagined.
“Really?”
Really. I finally got to pleasure every inch of that beautiful youthful body of yours.
“Stop it, Harry.” I blushed.
Can’t get your body out of my head.
“Seriously, Harry, stop. I don’t want to turn up to school with a red face.”
OK, OK, I’ll stop. I have to kiss you at some point at the studios this afternoon though. I’m going to have trouble keeping my hands off you.
“I’m flushed! Shut your mouth!” I gasped.
You weren’t saying that last night…
“Harry, I love you but please, shut up.” I laughed under my breath. I had no experience of dirty talk over the phone because I was so innocent. I couldn’t stop the reactions that my body had when Harry said stuff along those lines. I couldn’t head into class with flushed cheeks. I would look ridiculous.
Alright. You at school yet?
“I’m less than 10 minutes away. I should get off the phone now though. Can’t walk into school talking on the phone with Harry Styles.”
OK, angel. I’ll see you at 2, have a good day at school.
“I’ll try. Bye, I love you.”
I love you too.
And the line disconnected.
0*0
English was my first class and I completely zoned out during it. My mind was elsewhere. On soft pink lips and emerald green eyes and long chocolate curls. I wanted to relive last night. I would happily push the replay button on that night and stay within those hours forever. After just one night of having sex with Harry, I wanted to have it again. Now that I knew what it felt like, I craved more. His fingers caressing my naked flesh, his voice whispering “I love you” in my ear over and over again, his mouth on mine, setting my heart alight. Everywhere I looked now, I saw Harry. I stared out of the classroom window, the green leaves on the trees as bright as his eyes, the Autumn sun as bright as his wide smile, the air as smooth as his raspy voice. Jesus flippin’ Christ, I’m so deeply in love! I snapped myself out of my thoughts when my teacher walked up my row, handing back our practice essays.
“Well done, Kaylie.” She smiled at me as she placed my one on my table. In the top right hand corner was the mark 96%. I hadn’t expected to do so well because of my stressful time at the studios and grappling with my feelings for my mentor.
“If you keep up the good work, you’ll have an amazing final essay.”
“Thank you, Miss.”
“By the way, good luck with your performance this week. I know you’ll do well.”
“You watch The X Factor?” I gaped.
“Of course! I’m proud to see one of my best students showcasing her talent to the nation.” My teacher said kindly, her olive eyes sparkling. I thanked her again and she moved onto the next row, handing back the rest of the essays. I was being congratulated by so many people, some of them I didn’t even know. Allison had kept her distance from me ever since I got to the live shows. She’d glare at me in the school corridors but she never approached me which was good. I wanted her to stay away from me. I had no room for bullies in my life right now.
My phone buzzed from inside my skirt pocket. I checked to see if my teacher was watching and fortunately, she wasn’t. I pulled my phone out and smiled when I saw a text from Harry.
From Harry: I know you’re in class right now but I just want to tell you that I love you and I miss you x
I didn’t deserve this man. This was a text from a true romantic. Just something simple to let me know that he was thinking of me. What a sap. I quickly sent him a reply before putting my phone back in my pocket.
To Harry: I love you and I miss you too. See you soon x
“Oi, Kay-Kay.” I heard Vanessa hiss at me.
“What?”
“Who was that? Why are you blushing?”
I looked over at her and pressed my lips together.
“I’ll tell you after class.”
“Oh, was it Harry?” Vanessa grinned.
“I said I’ll tell you after class.” I repeated, putting my attention to the notes that my teacher was writing on the board.
“Fine.” Vanessa grumbled.
Fortunately, school didn’t drag like yesterday and it was finally lunch. I sat across from Marcus and Vanessa, picking at my food. I really didn’t have an appetite. I just wanted to see the man I loved. I wished I could be with him all the time, every day. I rolled my eyes when Marcus suggested a game of ‘Fuck, Marry, Kill’.
“You’re really going to play that here, right now?”
“You don’t have to play. Ness and I can. So Ness, give me three people, come on.” Marcus shrugged and turned to Vanessa. She tapped her index finger against her mouth as she pondered about what people to choose. In the end, she said Andrew Garfield, Tom Felton and of course, Harry Styles. Marcus answered effortlessly with fucking Harry, marrying Andrew and killing Tom.
“Because you’d so fuck Harry, wouldn’t you?” Vanessa laughed.
“Hey, he’s hot.” Marcus defended himself.
“Unlucky for you, Harry doesn’t dig guys.”
“This is a hypothetical game, Ness.”
I let my two friends bicker about this nonsense, twirling an apple in my hands. The game had no meaning for me and I didn’t care about it. It wasn’t like anyone’s answers would ever come true, especially if the people were celebrities. But for me, it was entirely different. I had never intended to have sex with Harry from the get-go and even if I had, I never would’ve thought that he’d want to have sex with me. He’d had famous singers and models in his bed, ravishing them as if they were made out of gold. And he had done the same thing for me. He had made me feel like a goddess, like I was the only girl in the world. It made me smile.
“Right, your turn, Kaylie.”
“I told her she didn’t have to play.” Marcus said.
“Too bad.”
“I don’t want to, Ness.” I protested.
“Tough. I’ll go easy and give you the same people I gave Marcus.” Vanessa rested her forearms on the table and waited for me to answer. I frowned at her but let her defeat me. If it would make her shut up, I would play the game.
“OK, um, I agree with Marcus. Kill Tom. Then…do it with Andrew and I’d marry Harry.” I said.
“Why wouldn’t you want to fuck Harry? Marry him so you could fuck him more than once?” Vanessa giggled.
“No, that’s not the reason.” I smiled.
“Then what is?” Marcus questioned, curiosity flashing across his face. Can I tell them? Can I trust them? I know Harry said it was between me and him but surely he would tell Gemma. Maybe even the other boys of One Direction too. My cheeks turned bright pink and that was all I had to do to give them an answer.
“No fucking way.” Vanessa’s eyes widened.
“You serious?” Marcus gasped. I simply nodded.
“When? Where? Tell me everything now!” Vanessa demanded and I laughed.
“Last night. My house.”
“That’s not everything.” She sulked.
“You don’t need to know everything!”
“Yes, I do! Like, what was he doing at your house?”
“I invited him over because he wanted to hear me play the guitar. Then, I…told him I loved him. He reiterated the fact that he loved me. One thing led to another and…yeah.”
“Whoa, whoa, back up. You love him?” Vanessa asked.
“Yes, I do.”
“You’re in love with him?”
“Yes, I am.”
“He’s in love with you?”
“Yes, Ness! Jesus, what more clarification do you need?” I sighed. Shit, why did I tell them? I shouldn’t have. God, I’m a fool.
“Harry Styles loves you and he fucked you?” Marcus whispered.
“You know, if I remember correctly, Harry used the words “make love”.” I smiled subtly.
“I’m jealous, girl.”
“Oh, Marcus, there’s no need to be jealous. I’ll have you meet him one day. Both of you, I’ll introduce you to him.” I said, reaching across the table to hold Marcus’s hand. Both of their eyes lit up in the prospect of meeting Harry. I knew they’d be happy about it as they were 1D fans too. They were the people that came with me to the concert last September. How much my life has changed since then. In the space of almost 13 months, my life was brighter, happier and filled with a love from a person that was my own.
It was exactly 1:58pm when I watched into The X Factor studios, ready for my rehearsal. I walked down the corridor, heading to the auditorium. I heard the sound of footsteps coming up behind me, followed by a gentle voice.
“Afternoon, my lovely angel.”
I looked up to see Harry walking alongside me, a smirk on his face, his hair falling loose over his shoulders. I hated that he looked better than me more than half of the time but I loved him even more.
“Hi.” I smiled, turning red.
“I swear you blush every time you see me.” He chuckled.
“Well, after last night, how can I not blush?” I retorted cheekily.
“What a night that was, my love. I’m never going to forget it.” He whispered, his fingers brushing mine. I’m never going to forget it either, Harry. For the rest of my life, last night will be a very fond memory.
We walked into the auditorium together and Harry turned to me before I could walk up onto the stage.
“You ready to have another cracking rehearsal?”
“Ready as I’ll ever be, handsome.” I beamed at him when I saw his eyes glitter with love. It was the first time I had called him “handsome” and it wouldn’t be the last time, I knew that for sure.
Wednesday, 12th October
“Won’t you stay till the A.M.?
All my favourite conversations
Always made in the A.M., yeah, ye-”
I cut my alarm off – yes, it was still A.M. – and groaned. It was bloody 7am and I didn’t want to get up. I was too comfortable in my bed. It was too warm to leave this comfort. I realised I was still naked and Harry’s pink polka dot shirt was still in my arms. It still smelt like him and I smiled to myself as I remembered what had happened last night. I had finally declared my love for him and he still loved me. How sweet he had touched me, how warm his tongue was as we kissed, how gentle he was when he slid into me for the first time. It had been an amazing night and I hadn’t wanted him to leave but he had to. The thought of going to school today and not being able to say that I had made love with Harry Styles was so difficult. I had had sex with one of the biggest heartthrobs on the planet and he loved me. Wow.
I reluctantly lifted the sheets off me and got out of bed. I pulled a new pair of panties on and clipped my bra back on. I ran my hand through my tangled hair and decided that I needed to brush it. I went into the bathroom and grabbed my brush, tugging it through my long caramel-coloured locks. Once all the knots were gone, I gathered all of my hair and pulled it back in a ponytail. I brushed my teeth thoroughly and dusted a light foundation on my face. I went back into my bedroom and got dressed in my uniform for school. You would think I felt like a changed woman after having sex but honestly, I didn’t feel that different. Just…happy. I was happier than I had ever been and it was because the man I loved actually loved me back.
After having breakfast and packing my bag, getting all of my stuff together for school, it was 8am. My first period was due to start at 8:50 and it only took me about 20 minutes to walk to school so I knew I wouldn’t be late. Better yet, I’d be early. Just as I stepped out of the front door, my phone rang. I looked at the caller ID with curiosity.
Harry.
I smiled and pressed Accept, raising my phone to my ear, keeping a firm hold on my folders with my other arm.
“Hi.” My voice always became higher when I spoke to him. I still got flustered around him and my heart swelled every time I heard his voice.
Good morning, angel. You at school?
He sounded even better over the phone, his tone raspy and deep, as I remembered the way he spoke to me last night in bed. That had been the greatest night of my life. Giving myself to the man I loved, being in his arms as he made love to me gently. No feeling would ever beat it.
“No, not yet. I just stepped out my front door.” I said.
Good. I was hoping to catch you before you’re there.
“Why? You hardly ever call me.” I giggled as I walked down the path and onto the main pavement beside the street. Normally, we just texted because that was easier.
Well, after last night, I think my angel deserves a call. I could hear his smirk in his voice and it made me unintentionally bit my lip. My cheeks flushed as I remembered the way he touched me, kissed me, stroked me, loved me. Harry could sense from my silence that I was thinking about last night, which was evident from his next sentence.
You’re thinking about last night, aren’t you?
“Yes.”
I am too. You were the last thought in my head when I went to bed and the first thought when I woke up this morning.
Just when I had thought that Harry couldn’t be more romantic, he had gone and said that. I held my folders tighter to my chest and looked down at the cracks in the pavement, tiny stones breaking underneath my school shoes.
“I love you so much.”
The words came out of my mouth before I could stop myself. I felt the need to tell him that all the time now, afraid that he would forget or that he would leave me. But his response made all of that doubt vanish.
I love you too, Miss Walker. Always.
Hearing the one and only Harry Styles tell me that was the best thing. However, even though he was a huge megastar with screaming fans, with me, he was just Harry. Last night, I didn’t see the rockstar Harry. I saw the emotional loving Harry. He was simply Harry. My Harry.
“Are you at the studios?” I asked as I rounded a corner.
Yes, I am, my love. Alicia’s got a 9am rehearsal and then, it’s your turn at 2pm.
“Well, say hi to Alicia for me.”
I will. Might tell her what we did last night too.
“No, don’t you dare, Harry! Please don’t!
I was only teasing, Kaylie. I will never tell anyone. It’s between you and me.
I knew Alicia would be thrilled for me but telling even just one person could turn everything on its head. The only person I trusted to give out this information was my mother. I would tell her what happened tonight when I got back from rehearsals because my family would have returned by then. Then, I thought of Melody. I remembered her threat, which was a distant memory now. How she had said Harry needs a strong woman, one that’s not a virgin, referring to herself. But as of last night, I was no longer a virgin. I had done the deed and the way I had done it was something I would never regret or change. It had been perfect and Melody had no idea. No idea that Harry loved me, kissed me, made love to me. But she never had to know because that night was a personal memory and I wouldn’t let her ruin everything that Harry and I had built together. A strong passionate love that we had finally expressed to one another.
“Good because last night was perfect to me.” I smiled.
It definitely was, angel. Even better than I had ever imagined.
“Really?”
Really. I finally got to pleasure every inch of that beautiful youthful body of yours.
“Stop it, Harry.” I blushed.
Can’t get your body out of my head.
“Seriously, Harry, stop. I don’t want to turn up to school with a red face.”
OK, OK, I’ll stop. I have to kiss you at some point at the studios this afternoon though. I’m going to have trouble keeping my hands off you.
“I’m flushed! Shut your mouth!” I gasped.
You weren’t saying that last night…
“Harry, I love you but please, shut up.” I laughed under my breath. I had no experience of dirty talk over the phone because I was so innocent. I couldn’t stop the reactions that my body had when Harry said stuff along those lines. I couldn’t head into class with flushed cheeks. I would look ridiculous.
Alright. You at school yet?
“I’m less than 10 minutes away. I should get off the phone now though. Can’t walk into school talking on the phone with Harry Styles.”
OK, angel. I’ll see you at 2, have a good day at school.
“I’ll try. Bye, I love you.”
I love you too.
And the line disconnected.
0*0
English was my first class and I completely zoned out during it. My mind was elsewhere. On soft pink lips and emerald green eyes and long chocolate curls. I wanted to relive last night. I would happily push the replay button on that night and stay within those hours forever. After just one night of having sex with Harry, I wanted to have it again. Now that I knew what it felt like, I craved more. His fingers caressing my naked flesh, his voice whispering “I love you” in my ear over and over again, his mouth on mine, setting my heart alight. Everywhere I looked now, I saw Harry. I stared out of the classroom window, the green leaves on the trees as bright as his eyes, the Autumn sun as bright as his wide smile, the air as smooth as his raspy voice. Jesus flippin’ Christ, I’m so deeply in love! I snapped myself out of my thoughts when my teacher walked up my row, handing back our practice essays.
“Well done, Kaylie.” She smiled at me as she placed my one on my table. In the top right hand corner was the mark 96%. I hadn’t expected to do so well because of my stressful time at the studios and grappling with my feelings for my mentor.
“If you keep up the good work, you’ll have an amazing final essay.”
“Thank you, Miss.”
“By the way, good luck with your performance this week. I know you’ll do well.”
“You watch The X Factor?” I gaped.
“Of course! I’m proud to see one of my best students showcasing her talent to the nation.” My teacher said kindly, her olive eyes sparkling. I thanked her again and she moved onto the next row, handing back the rest of the essays. I was being congratulated by so many people, some of them I didn’t even know. Allison had kept her distance from me ever since I got to the live shows. She’d glare at me in the school corridors but she never approached me which was good. I wanted her to stay away from me. I had no room for bullies in my life right now.
My phone buzzed from inside my skirt pocket. I checked to see if my teacher was watching and fortunately, she wasn’t. I pulled my phone out and smiled when I saw a text from Harry.
From Harry: I know you’re in class right now but I just want to tell you that I love you and I miss you x
I didn’t deserve this man. This was a text from a true romantic. Just something simple to let me know that he was thinking of me. What a sap. I quickly sent him a reply before putting my phone back in my pocket.
To Harry: I love you and I miss you too. See you soon x
“Oi, Kay-Kay.” I heard Vanessa hiss at me.
“What?”
“Who was that? Why are you blushing?”
I looked over at her and pressed my lips together.
“I’ll tell you after class.”
“Oh, was it Harry?” Vanessa grinned.
“I said I’ll tell you after class.” I repeated, putting my attention to the notes that my teacher was writing on the board.
“Fine.” Vanessa grumbled.
Fortunately, school didn’t drag like yesterday and it was finally lunch. I sat across from Marcus and Vanessa, picking at my food. I really didn’t have an appetite. I just wanted to see the man I loved. I wished I could be with him all the time, every day. I rolled my eyes when Marcus suggested a game of ‘Fuck, Marry, Kill’.
“You’re really going to play that here, right now?”
“You don’t have to play. Ness and I can. So Ness, give me three people, come on.” Marcus shrugged and turned to Vanessa. She tapped her index finger against her mouth as she pondered about what people to choose. In the end, she said Andrew Garfield, Tom Felton and of course, Harry Styles. Marcus answered effortlessly with fucking Harry, marrying Andrew and killing Tom.
“Because you’d so fuck Harry, wouldn’t you?” Vanessa laughed.
“Hey, he’s hot.” Marcus defended himself.
“Unlucky for you, Harry doesn’t dig guys.”
“This is a hypothetical game, Ness.”
I let my two friends bicker about this nonsense, twirling an apple in my hands. The game had no meaning for me and I didn’t care about it. It wasn’t like anyone’s answers would ever come true, especially if the people were celebrities. But for me, it was entirely different. I had never intended to have sex with Harry from the get-go and even if I had, I never would’ve thought that he’d want to have sex with me. He’d had famous singers and models in his bed, ravishing them as if they were made out of gold. And he had done the same thing for me. He had made me feel like a goddess, like I was the only girl in the world. It made me smile.
“Right, your turn, Kaylie.”
“I told her she didn’t have to play.” Marcus said.
“Too bad.”
“I don’t want to, Ness.” I protested.
“Tough. I’ll go easy and give you the same people I gave Marcus.” Vanessa rested her forearms on the table and waited for me to answer. I frowned at her but let her defeat me. If it would make her shut up, I would play the game.
“OK, um, I agree with Marcus. Kill Tom. Then…do it with Andrew and I’d marry Harry.” I said.
“Why wouldn’t you want to fuck Harry? Marry him so you could fuck him more than once?” Vanessa giggled.
“No, that’s not the reason.” I smiled.
“Then what is?” Marcus questioned, curiosity flashing across his face. Can I tell them? Can I trust them? I know Harry said it was between me and him but surely he would tell Gemma. Maybe even the other boys of One Direction too. My cheeks turned bright pink and that was all I had to do to give them an answer.
“No fucking way.” Vanessa’s eyes widened.
“You serious?” Marcus gasped. I simply nodded.
“When? Where? Tell me everything now!” Vanessa demanded and I laughed.
“Last night. My house.”
“That’s not everything.” She sulked.
“You don’t need to know everything!”
“Yes, I do! Like, what was he doing at your house?”
“I invited him over because he wanted to hear me play the guitar. Then, I…told him I loved him. He reiterated the fact that he loved me. One thing led to another and…yeah.”
“Whoa, whoa, back up. You love him?” Vanessa asked.
“Yes, I do.”
“You’re in love with him?”
“Yes, I am.”
“He’s in love with you?”
“Yes, Ness! Jesus, what more clarification do you need?” I sighed. Shit, why did I tell them? I shouldn’t have. God, I’m a fool.
“Harry Styles loves you and he fucked you?” Marcus whispered.
“You know, if I remember correctly, Harry used the words “make love”.” I smiled subtly.
“I’m jealous, girl.”
“Oh, Marcus, there’s no need to be jealous. I’ll have you meet him one day. Both of you, I’ll introduce you to him.” I said, reaching across the table to hold Marcus’s hand. Both of their eyes lit up in the prospect of meeting Harry. I knew they’d be happy about it as they were 1D fans too. They were the people that came with me to the concert last September. How much my life has changed since then. In the space of almost 13 months, my life was brighter, happier and filled with a love from a person that was my own.
It was exactly 1:58pm when I watched into The X Factor studios, ready for my rehearsal. I walked down the corridor, heading to the auditorium. I heard the sound of footsteps coming up behind me, followed by a gentle voice.
“Afternoon, my lovely angel.”
I looked up to see Harry walking alongside me, a smirk on his face, his hair falling loose over his shoulders. I hated that he looked better than me more than half of the time but I loved him even more.
“Hi.” I smiled, turning red.
“I swear you blush every time you see me.” He chuckled.
“Well, after last night, how can I not blush?” I retorted cheekily.
“What a night that was, my love. I’m never going to forget it.” He whispered, his fingers brushing mine. I’m never going to forget it either, Harry. For the rest of my life, last night will be a very fond memory.
We walked into the auditorium together and Harry turned to me before I could walk up onto the stage.
“You ready to have another cracking rehearsal?”
“Ready as I’ll ever be, handsome.” I beamed at him when I saw his eyes glitter with love. It was the first time I had called him “handsome” and it wouldn’t be the last time, I knew that for sure.
Notes
Thank you, guys, for completing the "challenge"! Here is your reward! Was it good? I needed to revisit Kaylie’s school life because she is that average girl. Back to the live shows next chapter!
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11/19/17