Fists and Knives (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 34

"Where is he?" 

Everyone leapt up off of the couches in the living room as I barged into the house.  They each had plates in their hands, which I was glad for.  I would have hated for all of the food that Harry and I made to go to waste.  The normal chef part of me wanted to stop and ask how everything tasted, but the current girlfriend side of me just wanted to find Harry.  Pronto. 

"He hasn't left his room since he went up there," Louis told me.  Only after I passed him did I realize that he had two tampons sticking out of his nostrils.  I turned and frowned but also laughed as I looked at his swollen nose. 

"You stopped the nosebleed with tampons?" I asked, still giggling.

He nodded and grinned.  "Like from the movie She's The Man?  You and I watched it a few weeks ago."

"Oh, Lord..." I muttered, laughing again and turning on my heel to run to the gym.  While I would have loved to stay and recite all of the lines from that movie with Louis, I needed to get to Harry.  I didn't try to hide the fact that I was coming up the stairs.  My loud stomps on each step actually caused some kind of commotion from Harry's room that I could hear through the walls.  I could only imagine he was scurrying around, trying to hide under the bed or jump out the window or something. 

"Harry," I called, knocking on the door. "Harry, open the door."

Had the door been unlocked, I would have opened it myself. 

"Harry," I growled when I got no response.  Suddenly, a thought popped into my head.  Balancing myself on my tip-toes, I reached up as far as I could to the top of the door frame and brushed my fingers along it.  The first time, I felt dust and shuddered.  I forced myself to reach up once more and brushed my fingers along the frame again, finally feeling a tiny, metal key under my fingers.  There was one time where I went with Clark to a house party and a girl locked us all out of the bathroom.  The host of the party did the same thing, reaching to the top of the door and finding the little universal key to unlock the door.  I guess it was common in the more expensive houses, but nothing that Clark and I ever had in our shitty apartment.

"Harry, please just unlock the door," I said loudly and more sternly, mainly because I was trying to cover up the clicking of the key against the door handle.   Never having picked a lock like this before, I had no idea what I was supposed to be twisting or aiming for, but I finally heard a click and shoved the door open.  Harry, who had initially be sitting on the bed with his head in his hands, leapt up and took a step backwards. 

"You picked my lock," he said angrily, though it almost sounded like a question. 

I waved the tiny key around and raised my eyebrows. "You did it to me once and then shoved me against a wall and teased me with your lips." 

The corner of Harry's mouth twitched to resemble a smile, but only for a second.  "Listen to me, Kennedy-"

"No, you listen to me, Harry Styles." 

Harry seemed to tense but waited patiently for me to speak with a scowl on his face. 

"I love you," I said harshly. 

Harry slowly cocked his head like he hadn't heard me correctly.  I was sure he expected me to say something else.  Anything else.

"You heard me.  I love you.  But I am so fucking pissed off at you right now," I added, putting my hands on my hips. 

The bed creaked as Harry sat down on the edge of it and put his face in his hands.  I growled and walked to him, grabbing his hands and pulling them away from his face. 

"I'm trying to talk to you seriously.  Can you please at least look at me?"