You didn’t tell Kendall how you ran into Harry when she got back from her New York trip. You could tell she was exhausted and you couldn’t blame her considering she’d packed seventeen outfits for four days in New York and she’d worn all of them. You spent three days in her apartment with her going through her closet, ‘yes’ing and ‘no’ing things as you boxed clothes up and sold them using that closet app she’d gotten addicted to.
There was a lot of pizza consumed and wine was a necessity. Finally, after a couple of days of down time, you decided to let her know.
“Oh shit I forgot to tell you.” You were sitting on her couch cataloging the next month’s fashion must haves for her as she did her hair in the vanity across the room. “Harry came over while you were in New York and grabbed one of his shirts.”
“You were here when he came over?” Kendall turned around and looked at her with her lip between her teeth, “I’m sorry that happened. Are you okay?”
“Oh yeah I’m fine!” you laughed it off as your chest ached, “I’d actually just found the shirt he was looking for when he came in. He scared the shit out of me of course, considering he just popped into your closet. I was blasting music. It was embarrassing.”
Lying to Kendall was easy. You weren’t one for lying in general but when your best friend has all her business blasted everywhere 24/7, you have to keep some things from her.
“Shit I feel so bad. I totally forgot you were probably going to be here. Shit Y/N I’m sorry,” she groaned, “That was so inconsiderate of me.”
“Stop beating yourself up,” you laughed. You stood and tossed the iPad lightly onto her bed. “You act like I’m a fragile leaf falling from a tree or something.”
“Your words; not mine,” Kendall pointed out before turning back to her mirror where she proceeded to do her hair. “Also find something nice to wear because we’re going out.”