Post being thrown into the sea by Harry, I found myself taking a walk with Tom. It's weird how I seemed to have time alone with all of the boys today, even if it was only for a moment, but not with Harry. Whenever I was with him, someone else was always there. To be fair, whenever we were alone things got a bit too serious for us and something bad usually happened, if it hadn't already.
Tom was insanely nice though. He had all of the few qualities I liked about Harry, minus the ones I didn't like, and then some more good ones. He's the kind of person who you feel like you've known forever, but without getting to know anything about them, and it made me feel slightly apprehensive.
"So Harry's been giving you hell?" Tom's hands were wedged deep into his pockets and his eyes were fixed on the floor as he spoke. I couldn't tell if he was being serious and wanted to know or if he was just making conversation, so I made a light laugh.
"That'd be a bit dramatic to say, but we're not exactly planning our wedding either,"
He chuckled and shook his head, "I don't think any of us will see the day Harry gets married,"
"What d'you mean?"
"He's just a joker, y'know? He messes around a lot. It's hard to imagine him ever being serious about a girl," he shrugged, trying to make light of what he said.
"Oh and I bet you're totally up for settling down, having 10 kids and living in the countryside with your beautiful wife," I raised an eyebrow accusingly, saying it in a sarcastic tone.
"One hundred per cent. But seriously, I know what I want and so does Harry. He's just not into it I guess,"
"And what exactly is it that you want and he doesn't?" I questioned, desperate for new information. I knew that if I was having this conversation with Harry, he would have told me to piss off and mind my own business by now.
"Ugh," he sighed and shrugged again, "I don't really know. It's just that I've been in long relationships and that's what I want, but Harry never has so it's hard for me to imagine him being in one,"
"Oh, I see," I wasn't completely satisfied but I didn't want to pry further and annoy him. After all, it may come in handy having another one of the 'hot guys' at school being somewhat of a friend to me.
We didn't speak for a while until Tom stopped, and turned to look at me.
"Er, everything okay?" I attempted a sarcastic laugh but made an awkward grunt noise instead.
"Yeah, I just wanted to say I think you're pretty cool Kendall,"
"Huh, thanks. You're pretty cool too?"
"That's not what I meant," he tilted his head and gave me the cutest lopsided smile, "you're just really down to earth and not like the other girls at school. It's..." He waved his hand in a quizzical manor, searching for the word he wanted, "refreshing,"
"I am most flattered," I rolled my eyes but smiled, "I guess it is also quite refreshing to know that not all of the typical 'hot guys' of our school are douchebags,"
"You think I'm a hot guy?" he winked and wriggled his eyebrows teasingly, a smug grin on his face.
I swatted at his chest playfully and giggled, "You know what I mean,"
We both laughed but his laughter faded suspiciously quicker than mine and when I looked at him, he had his gaze fixed elsewhere. I followed it to where Harry was sitting by the car, and he was glaring angrily back in our direction. I gulped as I watched both the boys engage in a staring match, each daring the other to look away. Harry looked purely pissed off as he narrowed his eyes, and I sensed that behind it, there was a reason that I was unaware of.
Since they were both too immature to make a move, I took the lead and strutted ahead of Tom, towards Harry. Immediately Harry's eyes snapped to me, filled with shock, and I assume Tom, who was still behind me, had a similar look on his face. I gave Harry a troublesome smirk as I stopped in front of him and turned to wait for Tom to catch up.
"So, who's gonna tell me the reason why you're staring each other down like little boys?" I said flatly, sensing my power. Neither of them replied as they continued to stare.
Just as I was about to give up and walk away, Tom snaked an arm firmly around my waist and without looking away from Harry said, "I don't know, I think you should ask him,"
Harry's eyes flickered to Tom's arm that was still around my body, and a sliver of panic washed through me. Was this about me? Before I had the chance to contemplate any more, Harry snapped out of his trance and smugly looked at me, "Nothing for you to worry about baby,"
I grunted at the name that he was once again using, but felt slightly disappointed that he used it in front of Tom when it felt like such a personal thing.
"You must be incredibly tired with all that talking you've done little one, let's go," It had gotten slightly colder and soon it would be dark. Suddenly I felt thankful for the fact that Harry lived so close to me and I wouldn't have to make my own way home, because I was actually very tired.
"She can stay at mine if she wants, I don't live far," Tom suggested sweetly.
"I know where you fucking live. She's coming with me," Harry said with a considerable amount of certainty. I knew I was going home with Harry but he didn't have to make it sound like I was going by his accord rather than my own.
Without looking at Harry, Tom smiled warmly and averted his gaze, "I really don't mind. I mean, it's totally up to you-"
"Ugh, fuck off already, she doesn't want to go home with you," Harry grapped my wrist and tried to pull me away but I tugged it from his grasp, earning a confused and spiteful look from him.
I twisted my body around completely so I couldn't see Harry, and faced Tom, "I really do appreciate it, but I'm really tired and just wanna go home,"
He offered me a weak smile to say 'okay if you're sure' and for some reason, I pulled him into a light hug, which he quickly returned. When I pulled away I caught a glimpse of his eyes on Harry, who was still behind me, but ignored it and started to walk away, "See you at school,"
Too scared to look at Harry, I kept my head down and walked to the car. Why did I just hug Tom? I hardly even know him and I hugged him. He did hug me back though. Oh my goodness, it was just a hug, it was normal. But I know I didn't do it because I felt bad for rejecting his offer. You did it to make him jealous. I didn't, did I? Why was I trying to make Harry jealous? I keep asking these questions but can't think to answer myself. Once again, my thoughts are interupted as my back is slammed against the passenger door of the car.
"Why did you do that?"
Instead of saying 'do what' like I usually do, I thought for a second and to Harry's surprise said, "Hm, I don't really know..."
His grip on me loosened and I'm pretty sure it was from the shock of me not protesting against him, "Well don't do it again,"
"We are talking about me hugging Tom, right?" For once I wished he would say something straight forward because everytime he said something, I felt confused.
"Yes, well no, just all of it. Tom may seem all nicey-nice right now, but he's just like me, Kendall. You may not think so, but he's just as much of a player as I am. The only difference is, I admit it,"
"What?" I shook my head in an attempt to process what he was suggesting, "That's irrelevant. It's not like I freakin' slept with him, I just hugged him,"
"Are you kidding me? He's been flirting with you all day but you're too ignorant to see it," he pushed himself off the door behind me, stepping away and walked around to the drivers side of the car.
"How about you stop acting like the jealous bloody boyfriend and leave it alone?" I huffed, not having enough energy to properly argue back, as I followed his lead into the car.
"Well as far as I'm concerned, I'm not jealous, nor am I your goddamn boyfriend," he snarled, still not looking at me as we both sat, just talking.
"Thank fuck for that,"
We both let out huge sighs and sat in silence for a good ten minutes.
"Don't swear,"
"Kiss my ass," I hissed, looking out of the window as I rolled my eyes. That was the first thing he wanted to say after all of that?
"Seriously, I don't like it,"
"I don't like when you get angry and shout at me, but you still do it," I glared at him and was met by a look of hurt in his eyes, but chose to ignore it. He was waiting for me to talk again but my voice was croaky and quiet from shouting earlier, "I didn't even do anything wrong,"
Harry shut his eyes tightly then opened them, sighing in disappointment, "I know,"
"You get angry fast,"
"I know,"
"I don't think you can help it though,"
He let out a weary laugh, "I know,"
"I don't mind it as long as you're not angry at me," I was just teasing him now, knowing he was never truely mad at me because he had no reason to be.
"That must really suck since you're the only thing that makes me angry," he was still laughing a little and his voice was rough from growling.
"Hey," I hit him.
"It's true. You drive me fucking insane sometimes," I hit him again harder and he pulled a hurt face, rubbing the spot where there'd probably soon be a bruise.
"I suppose we drive each other insane,"
"I suppose we bloody do," Harry finally looked at me, smiling, and turned on the ignition. After finally leaving the beach, and getting onto the road Harry said, "I meant what I said about swearing though. No matter how incredibly pissed off I make you, just don't swear,"
"What is this obsession you have with me not swearing?" I raised an eyebrow at him, saying it in a mocking, playful tone.
"It just doesn't sound right coming from those sweet pouty lips of yours," he winked, teasing me back.
I rolled my eyes apathetically, "Ugh, bite me,"
"Tell me where, baby," he growled in a smooth, but rough, sexual tone and slowly turned to look at me, licking then biting his bottom lip. I stared back with my mouth wide open, before he exploded with laughter at my horrified, and embarrassed expression.
Suddenly snapping out of it, I pulled my cool hands to my burning face and made repeated groaning noises, much to Harry's amusement, "Stop saying things like that,"
"Not until you start saying them back," he pulled the goofiest, and happiest smile I've ever seen on him, then reaching over, grabbed both my hands and held them gently, but securely, the whole ride home.
