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Chapter 15

Kaylen's POV

"… His intentions aren't to hurt you, but to protect you…" Liam's words drifted off as I realized what was going on. Here I was, a completely average girl living the dream. I had Harold fucking Styles asking me on dates and kissing me but here I was complaining that we hadn't gone public yet. DOES IT EVEN MATTER? This is my ideal man in an unlikely situation and even more unlikely he has an interest in me. Kaylen Michaela Payne you will not blow this. I shook my head at myself before looking at Liam. What had he just said? Oh well, didn't matter. I smiled at him and dismissed myself as calmly as I could before running downstairs. I nearly tripped before getting to the bottom of staircase and took a look around. Zayn was probably in his room because Niall and Jessica were on the couch watching some old rerun, their eyes drifting to Harry and Louis. He sat slumped over in the kitchen's small booth, his head down, with Louis rubbing his back whispering small phrases to him. I couldn't see his face and had no idea what state he was in but his curls were messy; obviously Harry had been playing with them, an old nervous tick of his. I ran over to his spot in the booth stopping only a few feet away from him. Harry looked up, his eyes a soft could of green. He looked like he had been crying earlier and I felt my heart rip. He stood up straightening his shirt and flipping his curls in the slightest.

"Babe, look, I am so sorry-" He began his eyes begging for forgiveness. But he wasn't the one that needed to be forgiven, I was. I wrapped my arms around his neck, one hand intertwined in his hair as I crashed my lips against his. His lips were soft on mine; inviting and urging as he deepened the kiss meaningfully. He pushed me into himself lightly with one hand the small of my back and the other cupping my face. We stood there for what felt like ages, just kissing each other and exploring each other's mouths. Finally we unlocked our lips just as he smiled at me still inches from my face.

"Harry, I love you. I know we only just met but there's something here. I trust that your opinion on how public we should be at this point it only for our sake as a couple. Whether the world knows it or not you're mine, and I want to be just as much yours. I do think we need to talk about where this is going but there's no denying I like you Harry. Forgive me and the way I acted. I'm sorry." I took the breath I wasn't able to take while speaking and held for a second, as Harry's smile grew wider. He drew me closer to him.

"Babe, there's nothing to apologize for. I was so worried about Liam's view on us, and how fans might treat you, that I didn't care to think that you probably have a totally different view. Whenever you're ready, we'll go public. I'll tell my fans on twitter, mention it in an interview, make a twitcam, anything for you. I don't care if later on we have to hide from paparazzi and screaming fans, or if you decide you want to lead a normal life and tell no one. As long as whenever I'm with you I can hold you, whisper sweet nothings in your ear and kiss your hair I'm happy. I'm not saying being in a relationship with me is going to be easy but you're mine and I don't plan on letting you go. I love you." He kissed my ever so gently, not caring to make the touch passionate and steamy, but instead caring and loving. Just as we pulled away, I heard a distinct mumble.

"I thought I told her to go to bed!" Jessica whispered to Niall. Niall's laugh reached me and I smiled, shaking my head softly.

"So I take it the love birds made up? Yes, yes?" Louis wore a crooked smile from behind Harry as he stood up from the booth. "How lovely." Harry wrapped both arms around my waist pulling me closer to him as we both nodded. "Lovely indeed," I thought to myself, "lovely indeed."