Chapter 27—Missing & Kissing

Kelsey’s POV:


          Ignoring Logan wasn’t that hard. Ignoring Harry, now, that was a challenge. I so badly wanted to call him and talk to him; I yearned for the sound of his voice. But I feared that if I talked to him, I’d blurt out what happened with Logan. And I don’t want to dump all of that on Harry while he’s on tour. They’re in the middle of a North American tour and also recording their third album - I don’t need to add my drama on top of that.

          But then again, Harry does have a right to know. I mean, he’s my husband, after all. He should know that his wife’s best friend confessed his love for her, right? I internally groaned; this was so difficult and weird. I’d never expect myself to be in this situation. If Harry weren’t in this and if I never married him, there was a possibility that I might have felt the same way for Logan – just maybe.

          Though, that’s not the case right now. Right now, I’m the wife of Harry Styles and my best friend of about eighteen years told me he loves me when I’m starting to possibly grow feelings for my husband. Seriously, what nineteen year old has to go through this? It’s like a love triangle.

          A strange, annoying, messed up love triangle.

          I felt bad for snapping at Harry yesterday over Skype. He was just making sure if everything was alright, and I just snapped like a bitch. I hate being mean to nice people, and Harry is one of the most sweetest guys I have ever met. He was hurt, I saw it in his expression, and I just had to end the call, making up some lame excuse of me being tired. I probably worried him even more.

          I’ve been back for a week and a half now, and I’ve been feeling as lonely as ever. To get my mind off things, I took a long, hot bath and stayed there for a while, before draining the tub and getting out. I quickly changed into some shorts and a flimsy white tank top before drying my hair. Though as I looked around, my vision was a bit blurry.

          I cursed, realizing I didn’t have my contacts on. Walking towards the dressing table, I grabbed my black glasses and wore them, before looking around for my contacts case. I suddenly remembered that they were in my bag, which was down stairs, so I went to search there.

          Entering the living room, I looked around for my bag for quite a while. “Missing something?” a voice asked.

          I jumped a foot in the air, before swiveling around. My eyes widened from behind my glasses as they landed on Harry. There he stood, in a black shirt, jeans, his brown boots, and a black trench coat. His duffel bag was dropped on the ground next to him as he stared at me with raised eyebrows.

          “Harry.” My voice came out as a whisper, which surprised me. “What are you doing here?”

          “We have some time off,” he says, taking a couple of steps towards me. I watch him watch me, his intense gaze burning the skin on my face. “Have I ever told you how much I adore girls in glasses?”

          A breathy chuckle escapes my lips as I tilt my head up to look at him. “I wasn’t expecting to see you so soon,” I confess as he shrugs off his coat.

          “A simple ‘I missed you’ would’ve sufficed,” he says, a smirk forming on his naturally pink lips.

          I bite down the corner of my bottom lip, a smile forming on my face. “I missed you,” I say, hands resting on the back of his neck.

          Harry cocked his head to the side, his green eyes looking into my blue ones. “I missed you too,” he says, before bending down and kissing me.

          I kiss him back as his hands rest on my hips, and my right arm goes from the back of his neck and slides down his chest. Harry’s hands rest on the back of my thighs as he lifts me up, my legs loosely wrapping around his hips as he sets me down on the top part of the couch, my head tilting up to kiss him better.

          This is what I was craving for; Harry’s kisses, his touch, his musky and woody scent, him.  He is what I needed, not Logan, who seemed to dissolve from my mind as Harry reduced the long kiss into smaller, softer pecks on the lips.

          He pulled back a little, a small smile growing on his lips. “Now that’s a welcome home kiss,” he says cheekily. 

          I rolled my eyes, scoffing as I pushed him away and jumped off the couch, landing on my feet. My eyes suddenly land on my brown bag on the floor, and I pick it up and unzip it. Digging through it, I finally find the case of my contacts and leave to put them on, but Harry stops me.

          “Don’t,” he says, and I turn to look at him curiously. “You look cute with glasses.”

          I let out a laugh and shrug. “Okay, then.” I pause for a moment before asking, “Are you hungry? I’ll make you something, if you want.” 

          Harry nods, smiling slightly. “I’m actually craving some spaghetti,” he says and I chuckle.

          “I’m on it,” I say before walking towards the kitchen.

          I get out the pot and put some water in it, before taking out the pack of spaghetti and pouring it in. As I waited for it to boil, I exited the kitchen and saw Harry lying on the couch, his eyes shut. Walking in, my eyes land on his boots and I bend down to pick one of them up, examining the heel.

          “Your shoes have bigger heels than mine,” I say, and Harry’s eyes open as he looks at me.

          He scoffs, sitting up. “That’s an exaggeration, don’t you think?” he quirks an eyebrow.

          I put the shoe back down, shrugging. “It’s pretty big,” I say. “But then again, I don’t really wear heels.”

          Harry chuckles as I plop down on the couch next to him. He turns the TV on and we watched the Green Hornet that was playing. The two of us sat watching the movie for about five minutes or so, and I remembered the spaghetti on the stove. But just as I was about to get up, Harry spoke.

          “What happened to you a couple of days ago?” he asked.

          Logan instantly flashed through my mind and I clenched my jaw as my hands folded into fists. “I told you; nothing happened,” I say through clenched teeth, and stand up and walk towards the kitchen.

          I was hoping Harry wouldn’t follow me, but of course that’s not the case. “Do you honestly expect me to believe that, Kelsey?” I hear his voice ask as I enter the kitchen.

          I turn off the stove. “I was hoping you would,” I say as I grab the colander and put it in the sink, before grabbing the pot of spaghetti and pouring it in so the water drains out.

“Well I don’t,” Harry says, leaning against the kitchen counter as I take the colander full of spaghetti and put it in the empty pot on the turned off stove. “Kelsey, please tell me, what happened?” he asks.

          “Harry, seriously, let it go,” I said in a serious tone as I take a fork and mix around the spaghetti.

          “I know it has to do with Logan, Kelsey,” Harry retorted, making the blood in my veins freeze. “So you might as well tell me, before I take it upon myself and call him up.”

          I turned around and looked at him. Harry, still leaning against the counter across from me, had his arms crossed over his chest and his eyebrows raised, waiting for me to say something back. But my mouth had ran dry and I didn’t know what to do or say.

          What could I say?

          ‘Yeah, Logan confessed his love for me and I’m feeling weird about it. But don’t worry because I don’t feel the same way.’

          The whole thing was just so awkward, and I was also feeling awkward about it. “Well?” Harry asks, emphasizing the word.

          I scratched the back of my neck, looking down at my feet. Running a hand through my blonde hair, I sigh and say, “Look, Logan’s just been a confused lately and I’m sure –”

          “Confused about what?” Harry narrows his green eyes, staring me down.

          I swallow. “Uh, you know, his um, feelings?” I say, but it comes out more as a question than a statement.

          Harry cocks his head to the side, eyes still narrowed. “Feelings about what, Kelsey?” he questions.

          “Ummm,” I stutter, not being able to look at him in the eye, so I look around the clean-cut kitchen. “Me.”

          Looking back at Harry, I watch as his jaw does the think where it clenches repeatedly, and he stares at me with a hard expression. “Why would Logan be confused about his feelings for you?”

          The way he asked the questions, I knew. I knew that he knew what Logan could have possibly said, and it was only a matter of seconds before Harry actually bursts.

          “What did he say to you, Kelsey?” His voice was even and calm, but I knew he was trying his hardest not to actually yell like he wanted. “What exactly did he say to you?”

          There was no point in not saying anything now. If I kept quiet, it would only drive Harry more angry and impatient. So, taking in a breath and bracing myself, I said, “He said he loves me.”

Several, agonizingly quiet seconds passed. Harry stayed quiet, and I didn’t dare look at him. I kept my eyes on my feet as my hands in front of me were locked together.

          “I’m going to kill the bastard.”

          My head snapped up to look at Harry, and I was a bit taken aback at how angry he looked. His bright green eyes were a much darker shade and his hands were now by his sides, clenched into tight fists, as his jaw was clenching like before.

          Despite of my fear, I took a step towards Harry. “Please, Harry, calm down,” I say. “I-It’s nothing, honestly. I don’t think of Logan that way.”

“How can I be sure of that, Kelsey?” Harry asks, and my eyes widen at his acidic tone. “You two have been best friends for such a long time. I won’t be surprised if you start liking him, much less falling in love with him.”

          I helplessly, desperately shook my head. “No, Harry, I swear I don’t,” I plead, hoping he’d believe me. “Logan, he’s – I’ve always seen him as nothing more than a brother, I promise.”

          Harry, who looks more defeated than angry now, sighs and shakes his head. To my displeasure, he took a step away from me. “I’m sorry, Kelsey,” he says with a sigh. “I don’t know if can actually believe you. Maybe you don’t feel about Logan right now, but there’s a chance you might in the future.”

          “But I don’t, Harry,” I desperately. “I don’t like Logan, I like –” I pause for a moment, before gathering up the courage and finishing my sentence. “I like you.”

Harry’s POV:

          “I like you.”

          As soon as those words escaped Kelsey’s mouth, my head snapped towards her. She looked at me with her wide blue eyes, staring at me as she waited for me to say something. But I was standing, frozen as I stared at her, dumbfounded.

          She likes me. Kelsey likes me. She doesn’t feel like that for Logan, she doesn’t feel for him what he feels for her. And although it isn’t exactly good for Logan’s part, but I couldn’t help but feel happy and relieved at that. I feel like I don’t have to worry about Logan like I did before, and I don’t have to worry about him trying to do anything.

          It’s like I was reassured now, knowing that Kelsey wouldn’t go for Logan even though she was technically with me. But the fact that Logan had the attitude to actually put that much on her angered me the same.

          My eyes locked with Kelsey’s blue ones as she looked at me expectantly, waiting for me to speak. But instead, I took two long strides towards her and grabbed her face, pulling her in and planting my lips on hers.

          Kelsey was a bit taken aback, stumbling back a bit. But she regained her balance as my left arm slid around her waist, pulling her into me. Kelsey kisses me back, the kiss hard and hot as I take in the taste of her sweet lips.

          Her hands grip the collar of my shirt, pulling me in impossibly close, causing me to smile against her lips. I reluctantly pull away from her lips, but start kissing down her jaw and neck. As I did so, I felt one of Kelsey’s hands on the back of my head, gripping my hair tightly.

          Kelsey lets out a quiet groan, before pulling my face back in and capturing my lips into another kiss. We pulled away a minute or so later, and I hugged Kelsey by the waist as she chuckled, wrapping her own arms around my neck.

          “Normally, this is the part where I ask you to become my girlfriend, but…” I trailed off, a smile growing on my lips as I look down at the blonde girl.

          “But, technically, I’m already with you,” Kelsey smiles, softly biting down on her lower lip.

          “So technically,” I added, smirking at her, “you’re mine.”

          Kelsey raised her eyebrows, staring at me in amusement. “Oh, I’m yours now?” she asks. “We haven’t even been together for five minutes and you’re claiming me as yours.”

          I let out a chuckle, my grip on her waist tightening a bit. “Babe, we’ve been for several months.”

          Kelsey smiles. “True.”

          I then peck her lips slow and softly, murmuring against her lips, “Mine.”


          Kelsey chuckles into the kiss. “Yours.”