We stay at the diner for most of the night, catching up and laughing at old memories. I finished up my fourth cup of tea and second slice of apple pie. I'm finishing telling Harry the very amusing story of how I managed to trip and knock down half of the racks in a clothing store when he stops laughing. "Come with us, with me." The waitress brings another cup of tea for me and Harry and I take a sip and thank her. "Where? To your parents summer home?" I've been there loads of times as a kid and it would actually be pleasant to be back in that house.
"Yes and on tour in North America with us." I choke on the pipping hot liquid, spilling it all over the table. "Shit shit shit fuck fuck." I wipe the burning liquid off of my skin. "You know I don't like swearing too much Kimmy." I look at the very amused Styles watching me struggle to clean the liquid. "Well what do you say?" I look at Harry in disbelief. Did he just not see how I reacted to him asking me a few moments ago. I look into his twinkling eyes and sigh. "Look Harry, I would love to go but I can't just up and leave my life. I have a job now, I have my own apartment, and the last time I went things didn't end so well.
A awkward moment falls over us as we're forced to relive the last time we saw each other last. "I'll pay for your flat, judging on the size it doesn't cost much." Harry quickly adds in a No offense and I shrug my shoulders, truth is it wasn't that expensive at all. "Harry I'm not letting you pay for my damn flat, that's why I have a job." Harry rolls his eyes, "Quit." He says it as if its the most logical thing ever said. I shake my head and take another sip of my tea. "Well can't you take some time off? " I actually do have a lot of extra hours and my boss did say I would have to get rid of them soon. "That way you could keep your job and pay for your flat. You look like you need a vacation anyway." I throw a piece of crust from my pie and shout hey. I begin to mull over the options and then shrug. "I don't know Harry-" I pull my phone out of my pocket to check the time. 1:04. "Shoot Harry do you see the time?" Harry shrugs his shoulders. "Why does it matter so much?" I stuff my phone back in my pocket. "Well I want to be well rested if I'm going to have to pack two months worth of things." Harry's grins like a Cheshire Cat, dimples nice and deep. He reaches over the table to give me a peck on the forehead and leaves some money on the table for the waitress. We leave the diner and skip back to my place. And for the first time in a long time, I feel truly happy.