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Chapter 22 - Kirsten

He instantly put Angel back on the floor, looking at me deeply as if trying to say something. Too bad I couldn’t get it. I didn’t have that thing that people who communicate through their eyes have. It’s not like I’m a psychic or something, ‘cause let’s admit it, it’s really awkward when someone just looks at the other and knows what’s going on inside each other’s head. No way that could be normal.

Styles cleared his throat and I blinked, just then realizing I hadn’t replied his earlier words.

“Hi,” was the only word that left my mouth while I shut the door close again, sighing. It had to be some kind of evil plan to annoy me. She couldn’t be doing that because she really liked that jackass, right?

“We were talking about going to the store again ‘cause we had so much fun last time,” Angel said, and I choked on air, feeling my cheeks flushing in anger right away. Was she serious?! “Maybe next time you’ll play the piano for us. I’m just so excited!” Her little frame started bouncing up and down and I saw Styles truly smiling, that feeling of pride and sheer happiness showing on his features. Why? Why did he like her so much? He barely knew her; he didn’t see her growing like I did, he didn’t know her. I bet he had no idea of how many surprises that girl can bring; he doesn’t even know a quarter of what she is.

“Whenever you want to go there, I’m sure I’ll find time to show you what I can do on-”

“Okay, so now that your babysit is here, I’m gonna go home for real and get some rest,” my voice stopped him from talking, and his head turned to me again, just like Angel’s. Before she could say something, I walked back to her room and grabbed my jacket, leading outside right after. I certainly wasn’t going to stay there with that guy; if he still hadn’t noticed, I didn’t like him. And I was sick of hearing his name for today; I actually heard it so much that I felt like his voice had been talking to me all day long, nonstop. I couldn’t bear listening to that rough voice anymore, I just…

“Kirs, wait. Don’t leave, please,” she begged, holding my hands gently and squeezing it, the warmth of her skin making me think twice before ignoring her request and just turning around again.

“See you soon, my Angel. Promise,” I whispered, bending down so I could stay at the same height as her to press a soft kiss to her forehead while she sighed. I barely noticed when her head moved slightly, nodding in agreement and disappointment. Sh–t! I hated to see her like that. And I hated to know I was the reason why she was disappointed. I’ve promised to myself that I would never allow myself to let that girl down, I’d never hurt her because she was the most precious thing I had on my whole life.

But that was… That was unbearable. I loved her, she knew that, but Styles had this something that made me feel sick, and seeing him with her… It just feels like I’m losing my place in her heart. I don’t have many people in my life, and being replaced is the thing I fear the most. And maybe, he was going to do that. They knew each other for something like almost a month, and yet, what he had with her was something that took me years to build.

I sighed, knowing that I was going to disappoint her this time, and even if I was going to hate myself later – starting right now – I wasn’t going to turn back. She had him, and she’d forgive me either way. Perceptive the way she was, she had noticed I’m exhausted, and she’ll understand I need some rest.

With that in mind, I stood up again, noticing that I hadn’t stayed more than a few seconds bent in front of her. Finally, I straightened my back and walked out the door, looking for the car keys somewhere in my pocket. Styles just stood in silence, but I could feel it.

I could feel his gaze on me making me uncomfortable the way how only he could.

Dying to leave that house, I started crossing the street, not really caring whether a car was coming in my direction or not. I just really needed to get into my car and close the door, using it as a barrier between me and Styles’ eyes.

Obviously, my plan didn’t work out. And I wish I could say the thing that stopped me from going further was actually a vehicle that passed in front of me at full speed; I wish I could say I had to walk back to not be hit, but of course it wasn’t that. Of course it had to be him.

In the middle of the street, he held my elbow – those huge, rough and yet soft hands of his preventing me from keep walking. I could feel each of his fingers pressing against my cold skin, that contrasting warmth emanating from his own. That thing crossed my whole body again, from head to toe, and I shivered before shrugging off. But he didn’t let me go just yet; he kept staring at me, those green eyes trying to tell me something again. Argh! Let me go!

“Don’t do this, Kirsten,” he whispered, his tone of voice way too serious. “Stay.”

●•Author's Note•●

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note: Okay, here we have the little Karry moment I promised you! The following chapters will describe the things that happened that night on the fanfic, which will be really, really long, and loads of things will happen. You better get ready.

next update: Tuesday (July 2nd)

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