--Just a Dream-- Chapter 2

-- Harry’s P.O.V.

-- I lifted up Kennedy’s chin, kissing her softly on the lips. It was a way of reminding her she was mine. I prayed she always would be. There was something about the feeling of Kennedy in my arms that made me feel so real, so complete, and I never wanted to let that go. She turned her head to look at her friends, who all seemed to be having a good time. “Do you ever think it’s strange?” She asked me, tone serious. “Think what’s strange?” I asked her, not quite understanding. “That we’re together, you and I. I mean, you’re… well, Harry Styles. And I’m me. I don’t deserve you.” She said, her nose scrunched up the way it does when she’s thinking hard. “What? No! I don’t think it’s strange at all. I mean, it’s not like we’re that far off in age, and don’t call me that. You know I hate it.” I told her, referring to her calling me Harry Styles. I loved everything she called me. Haz, Hazza, Love, Babe, Harold, Edward, Harry, and Styles, but I couldn’t deal with Harry Styles. It seemed as if Harry Styles was a completely different person. With Kennedy, I could just be Harry, and not some messed up celebrity. She nodded absentmindedly, still not convinced. “Why are you thinking about this?” I asked her. “Were they sending you hate again? Babe, I can stop it! We can both delete our twitters. I don’t want this to be hurting you.” I said, worried. “No, no, it’s not that.” She said. But by her wavering and weak voice, I could tell she was lying. I sighed, not wanting to upset her. If I pressed the issue for too long, she’d get annoyed, mad, and emotional all at the same time, and it destroyed me to see her that way. I studied her for a second, as she was lost in thought. The laughter and chattering drowned out in the background and I lost myself in her eyes. She had green eyes, but to call them green didn’t do them justice. No, they were like emeralds, shining underneath the warm sun. When she was mad, they were green fire, blazing with rage, fury, and hatred. When she was calm, they were like the ocean waves, shining with happiness. When she was excited, they were like fireworks, alive in the dark July sky, bursting with energy. There was so much you could learn about her by just her eyes, and I was dying to know more. Her lips were a perfect shade of pink, always perfectly formed. When she smiled, there was a slight trace on dimples on her cheeks. When she was lost in thought, her lips pulled into a thin line, and her nose scrunched up like a rabbit’s. She had faded freckles scattered across her nose, but they blended with her skin so perfectly, they hardly appeared to be there. Her ears were slightly pointed, which made her look elf-like in a cute kind of way. She always had her long, brown hair tucked behind her ears or pulled up into a high ponytail, often tied off with a pink bow. She was incredible at volleyball. She’d been playing since the seventh grade, and was now on the varsity team, which was incredibly hard to make. She was smart. Not the kind of smart where you have to be right all of the time, although she could sometimes be that way, too, but the kind of smart where she was modest about it, yet she knew it was there. She’d gotten all As her whole life. She was smarter than me, but, then again, not many people were smarter than her, and a lot of people were smarter than me. I suddenly realized how lucky I was to have her. How she could have gone for any guy, but she settled for me. And she wasn’t easy to get, believe me. We were best friends for almost three years. I’d asked her out multiple times, but she had said she wasn’t ready to make that step in our relationship yet. She looked back at me, and the thin line that was her lip formed into a smirk. “What’s so interesting, Styles?” She asked me. “You,” I replied. 

-- Kaitlyn’s P.O.V