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Chapter 24 - Kirsten

Dammit. I was tired as hell.

“Do not touch that, Angel. You’ll burn yourself,” I whispered, sighing, not able to go after her anymore. All of sudden I was exhausted, lying on the sofa barely breathing. It consumed too much of my energy doing so, and I didn’t have that much energy after all.

Thankfully, Styles walked towards her and dragged her out of the kitchen where I left the pot with the dinner warming on the stove. Sooner or later I’d have to stand up, but right now I could allow myself to rest a bit more.

We both had barely looked at each other since the argument outside about an hour ago, and to be honest, I was glad. Finally he’d realized where his place was, and definitely it wasn’t inside my life.     

I hated how he’d held me when I was about to leave because of him, and I still couldn’t understand why he looked so desperate while doing so. For a single moment, I could swear I’d seen him about to cry. And again, that led me to think he must have some mental issue. That guy is damaged and I don’t really care why. I just don’t want him near, I don’t wanna have to see him. And I don’t care what the chills on my body say. To be honest, I know I only felt them to start with because of the contrast of temperature between his hands and my skin. That’s all. It has to be that.

The only one who gives me chills is Tyler, and well, he knows how to do that pretty well, if you know what I mean. He’s the only one, my only one, and also the only man who’s allowed to touch me. I don’t want Styles holding me again, and if that ever gets to happen once more, I’ll probably teach his balls not to mess with me. I’m dead serious about this. That guy has no decency at all! Who gave him the right to talk about my man, my life, and my relationship with Angel? Whatever she sees at my house, it’s not of his business. And just for the records, what happens between me and Tyler stays between me and Tyler. So Styles better don’t think he can put his finger on it, ‘cause he can’t.

“Kirsten,” I heard his voice calling, and I felt like punching him really hard. Instead, I just rolled my eyes, annoyed, and glared daggers at him.

“What now?”

“The food,” he said, and I nodded. I’d completely forgotten. All his fault!

Standing up from the sofa, I felt my head throbbing and the urge to lie down again took over me, but I just pushed it aside. Angel would have dinner, take a shower, then sleep, and I’d be free. She was dead hungry and when that happens, she eats like an animal. Especially when it comes to my food. She truly adores it.

“Little kangaroo, dinner is ready,” I said out loud, putting the plate on the table. In a matter of seconds she was next to me, with her knife and fork already between her fingers. I walked back to the living room and left her there, knowing she wouldn’t mind to eat alone.

“Hey, uhn…” the curly guy showed up next to me, and I closed my eyes, praying he’d leave me alone. “Would you mind if I eat as well? Haven’t eaten anything since lunch and…”

“Whatever. I don’t care.”

He nodded at my words, still unsure whether that was a ‘yes’ or a ‘no’. After a while, he just decided to join Angel, and finally, I was left alone back on the sofa. Didn’t last much, though, ‘cause soon they were both back, laughing too loud for my taste. Couldn’t they see I wasn’t on the mood for that? My head was aching as hell, but no one seemed to care. Well, that until Styles looked at me and his smile disappeared. He looked at Angel and made a sign for her to stay quiet and then go shower, and she happily obeyed.

Why did he make everything look so easy to do? If I’d been the one who asked her to go showering she would start running all around the house until I caught her and dragged her to the bathroom. What did he have so special to make her like him that much? Or maybe she was just doing that to tease me. Either way, it bothered me. I didn’t like Harry, he was messing up my whole life. And I made sure to let him know that as he sat next to me on the sofa.