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Chapter 24 - Kirsten

“I don’t like you,” I whispered along with a sigh, and he giggled, finally relaxing. Why was I talking? Sh–t, I was nearly sleeping with my eyes opened.

“I kinda noticed that,” he stopped giggling, but the smile was still on his lips and I didn’t need to look at him to know it; I could feel it on his voice. He sighed after a minute of silence, and I forced myself to turn my head to his side. He was still smiling, like an idiot, but I must admit his smile was quite something. The guy’s got nice teeth and lips, not mentioning the cute dimples that constantly showed up whenever his mouth moved too much. “I’m no showcase for you to stare,” he said for the second time today, this time with a rougher voice, and for a second I thought he was being serious; that until I remembered what I’d said to him the last time he did that.

Styles seemed to notice as well, ‘cause he started laughing really hard a few seconds later, apparently having fun with my reaction.

“Did I do it right this time?” he asked seriously, as if trying to really learn something. I wish I could slap him again, but I was too tired to stand up and do such a thing.

“This is not funny, curly” I said in a rude and tired tone of voice, but he just smiled again, looking at me way too intently, and I could almost hear his thoughts. Too bad it was an ‘almost’. Or maybe that was a privilege, ‘cause I was seriously fearing what I might have heard.

Styles taught I was attractive, he had said that himself the last time we “hung out” (you better consider those quotation marks) together, but that was not why he stared at me all the time. It was annoying, but not only that, he was also making me think there was something wrong with my appearance. The way he stares at me is like as if he could see something in me that no one else can, and it scares me. I know that look. It’s the same way I looked at boys when I was young and as dumb as a rock, and it scares me. Deluded girls have that look. And again, that makes me question his sexuality. He’s so gentle, and smiley, and the funny-type all the time I’m seriously starting to think he’s gay.

Or…

It’s happening. I thought my words were pure bullsh–t because I was uncomfortable, and he just kept staring, and I needed to make him stop. Right after I uttered those words, I regretted them right away. “Don’t fall in love with me, I’m too damaged for you”. I wasn’t supposed to mean that. I didn’t!

But right now it seemed like he was, indeed, starting to like me, not only the fact that he gets to annoy me pretty easily. I don’t need a girly guy falling for me. I have Tyler, and I’m happy with him. I don’t need another person in my life, and even if I wanted, Styles wouldn’t be on the top of the list. No way that would happen. But he couldn’t back off, he couldn’t leave me alone when certainly I showed him I didn’t like him at all. I hate him, and he should know that by now. I’d just said that, but he took it as an advantage to make little conversation again.

Maybe I was just too sleepy to sound serious, but I was. Dead serious! For tonight I had already enough of him, and it felt like I couldn’t breathe whenever he was near. When he walks away I literally breathe out as though I hadn’t done that in decades, and it’s not normal. People don’t get this kind of reaction from me. So it can only mean Styles’ bad. I gotta keep my distance, whether he keeps pushing further or not. And he probably will.

“You’re silent again,” he said, and I rolled my eyes, just like I do whenever I’m near him. 

“Leave me alone, I’m tired,” and with that, he nodded and looked forward, giving me space. Oh well, thanks God he decided to do that, because let me tell you something, it really gets uncomfortable when someone is looking at you all the time.

Angel walked out the bathroom, and just then I realized she was the reason why he wasn’t looking at me anymore. Well, at least she got to distract Styles instead of talking about him non-stop. That was becoming an annoying habit of hers, and just like the curly, I couldn’t stop her. Those two had to have some kind of pact to make me run out of patience.

“Okay, Angel. Time to go to bed. I’ll be there in a minute,” I said, ready to stand up, but Styles rested his hands on my legs and shook his head.

“I’ll go. Just stay there,” and then he stood up, walking towards Angel. I looked as he lay next to her on bed, pulling the covers over them and hugging her tightly while singing her to sleep. Was that serious? He was singing for her to sleep? I wish I could do that, but my voice sucked, and Angel made sure to tell me that the only time I attempted to do exactly what he was doing now.

Damn you, Styles.

“Here, take it,” he threw a blanket at me and I just looked at him, confused. I wasn’t even feeling cold.

“Thanks,” I said, too tired to tell him to leave me alone and stop paying attention on me. Instead, I just watched as he turned on the TV and sat next to me again, while I covered myself and adjusted my throbbing body on the sofa. That sh–t was really uncomfortable to be lying on, you know? “How do you do that?” I caught myself asking him, not really thinking about my actions. That’s why I hated talking to people while verging on my sleep.

“What?” he asked, truly confused. Maybe it was just my nearly asleep brain, but the way he furrowed his eyebrows was kinda funny. God, I felt like drunk.

“Getting her to sleep so easily. It takes decades for me to do that. Actually, it takes decades for me to do anything to her. You’re a better babysit than I am, time to face it,” I admitted, feeling my cheeks flushing a bit. I just pulled the cover over my head for a sec, but Styles brought it down again.

“I already told you I’m not taking your place. She loves you,” his words seemed real, and this time he had no show off grins playing on his lips. He meant it. I just nodded. “And, well. Let’s say I have a nice voice to make people fall asleep. Most people at uni sleep when I’m doing speeches, either way. I guess it’s a gift.”

Unconsciously, I giggled, not sure why I did so.

“I can sing for you to sleep if you want to,” he offered, and this time I glared daggers at him. No way!

“Just shut up. I’m done with your voice for today. I’m done with your voice for a long time, to be honest.”

“Ouch,” he put his hand on his chest, faking a knife stabbing it, and for a second I wished it was actually happening. I wouldn’t have to deal with him anymore if it did so.

After that, we just stayed silent. The curly focused on whatever was going on TV, and I closed my eyes, enjoying that moment of peace. My eyes were weighting so damn much it actually felt like they were glued to my skin, so I didn’t try to separate it. All I know is that soon after – I don’t know how long it took me to do so – I fell asleep, oblivious to whatever was going on where I was.

●•Author's Note•●

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