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Chapter 22 - Kirsten

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                                                          ●•Kirsten•●

You wanna know what’s annoying? Styles. Styles is annoying. And you want to know what’s even worse than that? The fact that he is not even here! He’s nowhere near, to be honest. And I haven’t talked nor seen him in something like a week, almost. I’m glad I didn’t have to see that flirtatious and girly face in a while, but it’s not like I can get rid of it.

And no, by ‘not being able to get rid of it’ I don’t mean I’ve been thinking of him all on my own; I don’t mean it’s like I can’t take him out of my head. By ‘not being able to get rid of it’ I mean one thing only: Angel.

That young little bastard is in awe. I’m even starting to think Phil Collins lost his idol position to Harry the show off shitty Styles. And he does nothing! He does absolutely nothing! I mean, he took her to a cupcake store, he gave her the LP that was missing in her collection and he played the clown at her birthday party, but so what? That’s not a reason why someone should simply adore another someone. That’s sh–t! That’s pure sh–t and I can’t make her shut that damn mouth up.

“Haz is cute”, “Haz is lovely”, “Haz is so nice”, “isn’t Haz amazing?”, “he has cute curls”, “have you seen his dimples?”, “have I told you he got me a firefly?” Argh! I mean, can you not?

Her voice is still adorable, and I love to see that glow in her eyes while she brightly smiles at me; but it all is ruined when she opens her sweet and cursed little mouth. His name floats out of it naturally and constantly, and why, oh why she just can’t stop when she starts?

I’ve spent a lot of my time with her lately, since Tyler is spending more time working at the gym now that there’s this fight coming soon and he’s gotta help training their best fighters and stuff. As I’m in love with the young girl, I couldn’t get more excited about taking her out and talking to her, but apparently, she’s willing to ruin it all. She’s willing to ruin every single second we’re spending together. If we had fifteen minutes talking about ordinary stuff it was too much; the only other topic I’ve listened to is Harry Styles. And honestly she’s not making me like him better, if that’s her point.

“We could go to the store again one of these days,” she said, and I sighed, rolling my eyes and trying to focus on the music box playing on me, landing on my belly as I stared at the ceiling with my back lying on the floor. “I bet he’d love to see us there again, and I’m sure he’d show us many other amazing singers, don’t you think? Maybe he can even play a song on the piano for us.”

“I’m sure he can,” I whispered, watching the dancing ballerina twirling around at the smooth rhythm of the playing melody. “What I’m not sure is whether I’m taking you back there or not. I can’t go out with you everytime you want, sweetie.”

Angel pouted, but I just tried to ignore her, telling myself it was totally okay to do that, it was okay to crush her hopes once she was annoying me as hell. She was ten, I get it, but honestly, she’s far from being stupid. I guess she can see on my face how damn much his name annoys me. Don’t ask me why, I have no clue, but I don’t like him. I really don’t. Just by hearing his name I have this thing running through my whole body, and it’s not a pleasant feeling. It’s not the “I’m in love” kind of feeling, that gives people butterflies on the stomach (which I’ll never understand) and makes them feel like flying; it’s the kind of feeling that makes me dizzy, that makes me wanna lock myself in the bathroom and throw up all of my organs. That must mean something, and to me that meaning is pretty clear: he should stay away from my life. He should simply disappear and never show up again.