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Chapter 22 - Kirsten

But why did I even think I wasn’t going to see him anymore? Oh God, that was stupid. By the way he stares at me I should’ve known it’s a curse. If devil exists, I bet all my savings that Styles is him. Or at least he has it in his body. That guy is definitely a chase. And again, he is not even here!

“C’mon, Kirs. Please, please, please,” she asked with that angelical voice and those puppy eyes (what’s the thing with doing that? It’s not like it is nice or something. It is annoying, indeed).

“I’m glad to see you heard me well,” I said, rising to my feet and placing the music box on the bed. “Put this in a safer place later.”

Angel nodded, frowning at me. Then she stood up as well, grabbing the present I had given to her and standing on her tiptoes to place it on the high shelf pinned to the wall. She struggled to keep her balance while she did so, and I kept staring from the doorframe to make sure she wouldn’t get hurt. Once that happened, I turned around and walked to the kitchen, just wishing I could get home and be alone right now.

“Hey, where you going?” the small human being walked towards me, grabbing my shirt and looking into my eyes with hers fuelled by despair. Oh, dammit. She was adorable.

“I’m going to go home, and leave you all alone to think about how annoying and inconvenient you are. Hope you have fun,” I smiled to myself while faking a dramatic scene and changing ways so I was now walking towards the door. Not like I had expected, Angel didn’t grab me again; she just stood there, with her arms crossed on her chest and a huge smile on her lips.

“You wouldn’t do that,” she started saying, her smile growing bigger and I knew she was going to try something to blackmail me. “First off, you love me. You care about me too much to leave me alone. And we both know I’m neither inconvenient nor annoying, otherwise you’d given up on me long time ago ‘cause I haven’t changed much since then,” as I kept quiet, she laughed, knowing she was right. I mean, was she really ten years old only? That was not possible. Her brain was probably better than mine. “And second, I wouldn’t be alone anyways. I mean, maybe for a few time, but I’ll have company really, really soon.”

“Yeah, there I guess you’re wrong, little angel. Don’t think your mum will be leaving the hospital early today. Night shift, remember?” I winked, for once feeling superior – which should really happen more often considering the fact that I was ten years older than that little evil person; and yet, it wasn’t like it should be.

“Who said I was talking about her?” She was the one who winked this time, and I laughed at her failed attempt of blinking one eye only, when instead she just shut both awkwardly at the same time. After my burst of laughter was over, I took a deep breath, trying to figure out what she was talking about.

“Who, then?” I finally asked, and before she could answer, the doorbell rang.

She jumped to the door, humming a song I didn’t quite know, and just when she was about to put her hands on the handle, I stopped her, doing that myself. I finally turned around, averting my gaze from her sweet innocent face and opening the door to meet those damn curls again. Oh no, she didn’t-

“Don’t you love when it happens?” her voice came out of the blue, that tone of excitement pissing me off. “Just like the movies, when you’re talking about someone and they just show up,” I had to close my eyes and squeeze them tightly before finally opening them again to make sure what I was seeing was real. “Well, we were talking about you, Haz.”

“Oh, so the lovely ladies were talking about me? I’m flattered,” he said, not bothering to even look at me. As what it seemed to be becoming usual, he held her tightly on his arms and lifted her from the floor while kissing her cheek. Leave her alone! Stop touching her. Argh! I was dying to say that out loud, but I kept quiet, just staring at that scene with my hand still pressing the handle. “Hey, Kirsten.” His expression turned into a serious one when he finally looked at me, and that huge smile and dimples simply disappeared. Had I done something?