Pinky Promises

"Well tell me something. Tell me a lie." I asked him. He thought to himself for a moment and then smiled. "I hate you." He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my forehead. I turned to face him. "Now tell me something true." I whispered. "I love you. I could never hurt you and I never will." He finally spoke. I giggled to myself. "Promise?" I stuck my pinky up at him. He intertwined his pinky with mine and leaned in next to my ear. "Promise."


53. Thinking Too Much?

A/N: Hey, sorry I haven't been posting. I've been very busy here in the life of Kristina. This chapter is a bit short because of this time I posted this but I hope you enjoy! <3 (: xxx


Kaylie's POV: Wow, I can't believe what I'm hearing. I'm getting married in about a month or two. Literally. Kaylie Miller is getting married. To Harry Styles. THE Harry Styles. The guy who every girl would fall for. The guy who is a charm with a smile. Is this really happening? Am I in a dream? I smiled to myself as my thumb and index finger connected between my skin. Nope, not dreaming. My thoughts were passed on when Olivia plopped on the couch with magazines filled with wedding dresses and wedding venues.

"Okay, your wedding is in almost two months. That's not that far away. We need the best dress and the perfect wedding. Maybe check out some places in Philadelphia to get married in?" Olivia suggested, handing me the venues. I skimmed through some pages, mostly all of them and when I finished, I handed her the magazine back.

"I like the 'Doubletree by Hilton Philadelphia center city, but I also have my eye on Philadelphia Marriot Downtown." I told her, lounging down. I closed my eyes and smiled back at my thoughts. Except, my stomach began to raddle.

"Kaylie, this is serious! You need to get this situated!" Olivia said, flicking my nose. I opened my eyes and sat up.

"Like you said, I have two months. Can't we plan these things tomorrow or even in Pennsylvania?" I asked, holding onto my stomach. Oh my god, I feel little feet tapping.

"No, you have to start on it-"

"Oh my god!" I interrupted, feeling my tummy some more.

"What?" Olivia gave me a puzzled look. I placed her hand over my stomach and her smile grew.

"Get Harry! Hurry!" I shouted, standing up. I felt as the tapper of feet started fast, but began to fade in time. Harry rushed in, very confused.

"What is it?" he asked, rushing to me. I put his hand on my stomach, waiting for his reply. His face did not move. The patting had stopped and my face dimmed into disappointment.

"Damn it!" I mumbled, sitting on the arm rest of the chair.

"What's going on?" he asked me. I shrugged.

"The baby was kicking. He stopped though."

"Babe, we have a whole four-five months for the baby to kick. It'll come back eventually." He kissed my lips, putting his hands on my hips. I let my hand touch his cheek as his smile grew in between. When I pulled away, I felt his eyes on mine. I looked over at Olivia, who had rushed in.

"Can we just take a break from all of this. I need to sign another appointment online." I told her. Her smile dimmed out as her eyes dropped to her feet. "Don't look so down. After all, you're the Maid of Honor."

"Of course I am!" she perked up. Her arms wrapped around my neck, bringing me into a big hug. We pulled away and I chilled myself on the couch.

"Harry, come nap with me." I whispered, patting the side of the couch.

"I have to leave seen for an interview." He mumbled. I put on a pouty face and reached out for his hands. They intertwined with mine, quickly tightening out the gaps.

"At least for a little bit please?" I whined, looking into his eyes. He sighed and laid next to me, spooning. His arms wrapped around my waist as his lips rested next to my neck. His breathe on my skin sent chills and left my hairs sticking up. I smiled, intertwining my fingers with his.

"I love you so much." I whispered.

"I know you do." he whispered back, kissing my neck. We rested there with our eyes shut and our minds blown with thoughts. I could tell it was only thoughts of each other and our future. Married with a child. Maybe two if we ever get lucky again?  I couldn't believe how far we've gone yet there is still a lot more coming towards us. It will be hard though with Harry's career and all. I mean the child can't live on a bus his whole life. I may have to talk to him about that, though. We will end up talking about it but for now, it was time to relax and enjoy our company together as we napped on the couch. The warm of his chest rested on my back, the rhythm of his breathing patterns kept me focused on my thoughts. I never wanted all the drama between Harry and I. I never meant to be such a bitch. I just was an angry person. Oh god, why did I put him through that? I practically cheated on him with Zayn the night he was going to purpose! I'm such an awful girlfriend. I quickly shifted myself off the couch into a upwards position, startling Harry.

"Oh, I thought you fell. Is everything alright?" He asked, standing up with me. I shook my head, breathing in deeply.

"I'm just thinking is all." I told him. He grabbed onto my hands with a smile on the side.

"You can tell me anything that bothers you, you know that right?" he asked me. I nodded.

"I'm just getting mood swings. Hey, I'm going to nap in the bedroom. Have fun at your interview." I gave Harry a kiss on the cheek and quickly walked into the bedroom. Of course I wasn't going to talk to him about what I did to him. He knows it's not fair but I don't understand why he's still here. Was it perhaps because of the baby? No. That can't be the reason. I shook my head and shoved my face in the pillow. I hate thinking too much.

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