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Chapter 38 - Kirsten

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                                                             ●•Kirsten•●

"Where the hell were you?” Lana whispered angrily as soon as I walked in, her eyes red, showing she hadn’t slept well the whole night long.

“First off, I’m fine. I just needed a break, okay?” I said, breathing out, already feeling her anger falling over me. Couldn’t she be a bit less protective sometimes? I wasn’t going to run away nor go back to Tyler. She needs to trust me, I’m not even her daughter, after all.

“Kirsten, where were you?” she asked again, holding me by the arm and preventing me from walking to the bathroom. I needed a shower!

“Somewhere,” I said nonchalantly, but she just tightened her grip on my skin, pulling me towards her and making me look right into her eyes.

“You don’t act as if nothing happened, girl! I was damn worried and-“

“Ok! Fine! I was with Styles, okay? You happy now? Now if you excuse me, I need a shower. My head is aching and I smell as if I slept on the trash can,” I yelled, losing my mind for a second and regretting it right away. Lana didn’t deserve that. She just really cared about me.

When I was about to apologize, she let go of my arm and nodded, a small smile showing on her lips. She finally seemed to relax, walking back to the kitchen just when Angel came out of her room, running towards me and burying her head on my belly.

“Kirs!” she whispered, relieved. “Ew, you smell,” I giggled at her statement, knowing pretty well that my smell wasn’t any pleasant. Maybe I should’ve showered at Styles’. But wearing his clothes was definitely not an option. “How was your night?” she asked, looking up at me with this little glow in her eyes. She knew I was with Harry, of course she did. And I’m starting to think she wants to see us together, ‘cause whenever the guy is close, she does her best to leave us alone – and I should’ve seen that before. That little girl is dangerous.

“Tiresome,” I simply said, trying to push away the feeling of his kisses again. I had barely gotten rid of the touch of his hands from the first time we kissed, and now I also had to deal with the taste of his lips that seemed stronger than ever. And dammit, it was good. “Babe, I need you to let me take a shower,” I said, as Angel was still holding me, and just then she walked towards her mother.

Quietly, I went to the bathroom, locking myself inside as I undressed and got into the shower, feeling the warm water slowly falling over me and making me realize how tired I was. I certainly needed a break, but I just didn’t know what to do, nor how to do that. Everything seemed to exhaust me, and I couldn’t stop that, for the simple fact that I didn’t know how.

I’m getting old too soon.

I don’t know how long I stayed in the bathroom, but as soon as I came out, wrapped in the towel only, with my hair dripping wet, I bumped into Lana, Angel and… ugh. Him.

Styles was in the sofa with Angel on his lap while Lana put coffee in his cup, taking a seat next to him. What the hell was he doing there? It was 10 in the morning! Shouldn’t he be in his apartment sleeping? He’s kind of looking like a stalker now, and I’m getting annoyed. Especially for the fact that I’m just on a towel now.