Remember Your Promise -Complete-

“Remember when you left without saying goodbye?” he asked.
“Yes” I replied sadly, remembering it like it was yesterday.
“Promise me you’ll never do it again.”
“I promise”

**KC and Aubrey are best friends and go to London to stay with KC's aunt and celebrate her 18th birthday. What happens when she runs in to an old friend? Does meeting him once again bring back her past sadness or clash with her happy future?**
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47. I'll go

KC's POV:

Tuesday morning, and for the first time in a few days, I'm happy. I open my eyes to the sun rays beaming through my curtains. I smile at the revelation that…I'm staying and I get to spend more time with the people who have grown to have a special place in my heart. My thoughts were ceased by a soft snore sounding from next to me. I snapped my head to the side to catch the being next to me. I couldn't see who it was because their head was covered by the blanket. I lift the covers up to look at my own body before the one next to me. Maybe give me a clue as to why they're in my bed.

Oh gosh. I'm only wearing my black strapless bra and black yoga shorts. I slam my head back on the pillow and stare at the ceiling. I fist the covers that lay over my chest. I hope I didn't do what I think I did. No. I just… can't remember. Too many drinks.

When I come back to reality I turn to the sounds next to me. I slowly peel the covers from their body and come to see the shameful, shirtless truth.

"Harry?!" I whisper yell. All I see is his messy curls laid all over the pillow and long eyelashes resting on his cheeks. I thumped the heel of my hand onto his forehead. "What?" he complained, eyes still closed. I pinched at his cheek, making him flutter open his eyes. "What are you doing in my room?!" "Sleeping?" he said with a confused expression etched onto his face. When he noticed my eyebrows decreasing into a frown, he knew I wasn't joking. "What's wrong?" he asked. "Did we…?" "No! No" he smiled, obviously thinking my question was humorous. "Then why are you in my bed?" I asked, annoyed by his lack of seriousness. "You sort of fell asleep last night when we were outside. I carried you in and laid you down." "Ugh, explain to me why I'm not wearing a shirt!" I huffed. He chuckled lightly. I'm glad to see he thinks this is funny. Note the sarcasm.

"That was all up to you. As soon as I laid you down, you sat up and stripped your top off. Then you went to your drawer and changed shorts." "In front of you?!" "Don't worry," he laughed, "I didn't peek…much." I slapped his arm in annoyance. "I'm just kidding!" he smiled. “That still doesn’t explain why you’re shirtless…in my bed.” “You asked me to stay, and being the nice person that I am, I stayed” he said with a smug look on his face. “I can’t believe I took off my shirt” I mumbled to myself. "If you're worried about it so much, why don't you put a shirt on?" he teased, obviously knowing I'd have to leave behind the covers to search for a top. “Boys…”I mumbled, yanking the covers off of me. I crossed my arms over my chest to hide my exposed skin. “Don’t look” I told him, walking over to my drawer. I heard the covers shuffle around and by the muffled, “OK”, I could only imagine him concealing himself in the blankets.

I dropped my hands to search for a shirt and found a yellow tank. I slipped it over my head and turned around to see Harry sat up on the bed with a cheeky grin on his face. I groaned and slid back under the covers. “What time is it?” he asked. “Check your phone.” “Ugh” he complained and grabbed my phone. “Hey!” I exclaimed, reaching for my phone, which he held out away from me. “You have a message from your mom” he said as he checked my screen. I snatched my phone from him, unlocked it and checked the message.

‘Call me, ASAP’ the message read.

“I’m gonna make myself some cereal, you want some?”

I nodded. As he left the room I called my mom. She answered after about three rings. “Hello?” “Hey, mom. You wanted me to call?” “Yeah, I have some bad news.” “W-what’s wrong?” I instantly expected the worse. What if she changed her mind about me staying with Aunt Lou? “It’s about Aubrey…” “What about her?” “Her dad called… She’s not able to go.” “What? Why?!” “She has university, remember?” I face palmed myself. How could I forget that? And by the way Aubrey acted last night, she forgot too. I, on the other hand, hadn’t really had any intentions on attending. I wanted to but as the time came, I decided that it wasn’t my thing. I rather write…become an author. Even though my bilingualism can get me further in life. Aubrey has such a bright future ahead of her, dancing and what not. “We both seemed to forget about that. Don’t have her dad call; I want to talk to her, OK?” “Yeah, I understand. I miss you Karmen.” “I miss you too mommy.” Yeah, I call her mommy…occasionally. I let a soft tear run, at the thought of not having my mom or Aubrey around.

Just then, Harry walks into my room carrying bowls in each of his hands. His smile dropped at the sight of my sadness. He set my bowl on my bedside table and sat beside me, taking one of my hands in his. “What’s wrong” he mouthed.

“I love you, Karmen. I hope to see you soon.” “Wait, where’s dad?” “He’s asleep, but he misses his baby girl.” “Tell him I love him, alright? I love you too mom.” “I will, talk to you soon, bye.” “Bye mom.” And I hung up. By now, tears are streaming freely down my face. I never knew how much I could miss my parents. This phone call definitely made me realize that.

I buried my head in my hands and sobbed. I felt Harry rest his forehead against my shoulder and rub my back with his free hand, the hand that wasn’t still holding his bowl of cereal. “I know you miss them. I miss mine too” he quietly spoke. “How do you do it? How do you ever get used to it?” I asked, lifting my head. He lifted his to meet my gaze, which was a very short distance apart. “Honestly, you don’t ‘get used to it’. The first time, when we were on tour, I was really homesick but you’d be amazed what a phone call could do” he lightly smiled. He wiped my tears, “You’re going to be alright” he reassure, “and if not, I’m here and so is Aubrey.” I sighed, “She can’t come” I quietly said. “What?” “That’s why my mom called, she can’t come. She has to attend the university, we completely forgot.” He wrapped me in a hug, “Don’t worry, I’m here for you.”

***

I want to talk to Aubrey so I’m going to her room. If Aubrey has to leave, which she does, then I might just go with her. I’ve never been separated from Aubrey since the day I met her. I knocked on her door, “Aubrey, can I come in.” “Yeah, come in... Zayn stop” she giggled. Gross.

 “Hope I don’t walk in on anything” I said, slowly opening the door to her room. “You were about to, so if you don’t mind, we’d like to continue” Zayn joked. “What can I do you for KC?” Aubrey asked, trying at her past British accent.

 I giggled, “Can I talk to you in private? It’s important.” “Is it about you and Harry sharing a bed last night?” Zayn winked. Aubrey laughed. “No! Nothing happened. Aubrey you better get your boyfriend” I scolded. “Ok, be right there.” She pulled back the blankets and she was only in her underwear set. “Aren’t you gonna put some clothes on?” Zayn laughed. “No,” Aubrey laughed, “we’ve seen each other naked before” she said, signaling between her and myself. “Yeah, I’d go gay for this girl” I said. “Same!” she exclaimed.

We broke into fits of laughter and left to my room. Harry was downstairs so I didn’t worry about him seeing Aubrey. I sat her down on the bed and I sat in front of her. How was I gonna tell her? I’ll just ease into it.

 “You can’t go on tour.” Well that was a fail. “What?” “You have to go to college” I mumbled. “UGHHH!! Can I ever catch a break?!” “But it’s OK, I’m coming with you.” “No you’re not KC. You’re staying.” “No, I’m not. I’m gonna go with you and we can go to school toge-…” “No! This is my problem, please don’t make it yours. I want you to stay and I want you to find someone and be happy.”

 “Find someone?” I asked. Since when did this become about me? “I want you to find love, KC. I swear, I’ve never seen you so happy until you met Niall. So, I want you to find someone, either it be Niall, Harry, or someone else.” Tears are streaming down both our faces and we’re holding each other’s hands for dear life. “Harry?” I asked. “Trust me.” My bottom lip quivered, trying to hold my burst. I didn’t to break down in front of Aubrey. “I don’t know what I’d do without you” I said, embracing her in a hug. “You’ll do just fine.”

 

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