Harry Styles, I'm Not Your Puppet (Harry Styles Fan Fiction) (On Hold for Now)

Ch. 14 "Talking Makes Problems"

―Kim―

“Going to bed?” I ask Aria. Her hair has curlers in it and her pajamas on.

“Yeah,” She yawns. “I’m a little tired like them tonight.” She shrugs and smiles. “Unless, of course, you wanna talk. If that’s the case, I’m wide awake.”

I laugh at her. The dark circles under her eyes betrayed her in more than one way. “Go to bed Aria.”

“Okay,” She smiles. “’Night.” She gets off the couch and heads up the stairs, I hear the bedroom door click shut.

I sit there for a while reading and thinking while everyone else sleeps.

Why did Harry kiss that girl? What is it about women that he just met?

Lack of commitment…

Of course. If he didn’t like the girl all of a sudden, then he could just leave her and go on to the next girl. Forget about her. And the cycle continues on…

And what about tonight while we were eating? He kept glancing over at me… I think more than Cray-C. Does he not know that my brother told me about her? He tells me things. Or does he just think I’m ‘sheltered’ from all things band-related?

Maybe he’s just trying to find another way to hate or annoy you Kim…

That had to be it. He’s utterly ridiculous. He’s always trying to irritate me. Even when we’re all supposed to be having fun, he has to ruin mine. Especially with Bridget. He knew he was annoying me the moment he kissed her.

He HAD to kiss her.

I contemplate all the ways I have ever irritated him as I pour myself some milk. I do this to think of new ways to, but I come up empty.

It has to come naturally for him. A talent of some kind. Annoying me was natural.

Sure that one time I did something horrible, but I shouldn’t have ever done that. It was reckless and it hurt me more than it did him. And what are the chances I would do it again? Zilch.

Against my will and with sleep deprivation lowering my instincts and milk soothing me, I thought back to that day.

―Aria―

“Liam?” I whisper.

Niall’s soft snores come from his bed and I look over at Liam who is sitting up straight, reading a book. “Yeah?” He whispers.

“Free to talk?” I say, chewing the inside of my cheek.

I know I need to stop these talks, but I couldn’t. Liam always knew exactly what to say. It’s like he could read my mind.

Liam closes his book and places it next to him on the table. “Always.” He smiles. I click the door shut silently behind me and sit at the end of his bed. “So? What’s up?”

I look at him silently and say the words I can’t even say to my best friend. “It’s my dad.”

―Kim―

We had just got off the plane, I was an emotional mess. But I didn’t cry. At least, not yet anyway.

Harry and the boys all had smiles and my face was completely void of all signs of happiness. I felt betrayed and hurt. I just hurt. This boy, my friend, someone I love, now pretended as though I never existed.

He knew what he was doing the moment he kissed her. He was getting rid of me. I just think he lost me more than he thought he would.

I had no friends then. I had no one to talk to, not even Terrence who just started working full time. No one could understand what I’m feeling, and, to them, I was just a hopeless outcast, someone who didn’t belong with the band.