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Chapter 38 - Kirsten

Lana gasped on her coffee when she saw me, Angel laughed and Styles blushed, smiling slightly at me.

“Morning, Kirsten.”

That couldn’t be serious. I rolled my eyes and sighed while walking inside the room. Why couldn’t he leave me alone? I guess I left it pretty clear that I would leave without giving him any explanations. I told him dozens of times that I didn’t want him around. For God’s sake, that boy has some mental issue, that’s for sure.

When I walked out again, he was still there, but Lana and Angel were nowhere to be seen.

“They’re in the kitchen,” Styles said as if reading my thoughts. I guess my expression was pretty obvious for him to read it.

“I was actually going to ask you what the hell you’re doing here.”

He laughed and I couldn’t help but glare daggers at him. While I did so, I walked to the kitchen, gladly giving him my back, and I said to Lana that I would go out for a walk. Not that I really had anywhere to go, or anything to do, but still, the idea sounded better than staring at the curly’s face. I was decided to never let him touch me again, ‘cause when I let that happen last night I certainly was just trying to get a distraction from what Tyler had said. I wasn’t angry today anymore, though, I was just tired.

And even not being mad anymore, when I looked at Styles, I still felt like being close to him again. There’s this something that makes me want to be near him, and I hate this! I can’t let anything happen again, I’m not fragile anymore, I’m perfectly fine. That scares me. Why do I want to be near him so damn much?

“I’m starting to think you’re trying to run away from me,” he mentioned, closing the door behind us once we were already out. He put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me closer, walking next to me as if I had invited him to do such a thing. But even if I wanted to shout at him to go away, I couldn’t find my strengths, so I simply put my hands in my pockets and kept walking, trying to pretend he wasn’t there, which was kind of hard.

“Oh, really? What was your first hint? When I left your apartment without saying goodbye, when I walked out without inviting you or when I said I didn’t want you around? ‘Cause honestly, I don’t see anything that could make you think I’m running away,” he shook his head with a smile plastered to his face, and his hand started caressing the tissue on my shoulder, going up and down carefully.

“You try so hard to pretend you don’t like me,” he giggled while uttering the words, and I looked at him in shock. “By the way, where are we going? ‘Cause if it’s too far I might drive us there.”

“We are going nowhere. You are going home and I am going to wherever I want to go,” I stated, not really stopping my walking.

“Nah, doesn’t sound like a good idea. And you should try to be a bit gentler. People wouldn’t complain, you know?” Styles suddenly stopped walking, dragging me with him. Then he held my by the shoulders and looked deep into my eyes, a selfish smile showing on the corner of his lips. “Though I know you do that just to disguise the fact that you really like me, so I guess it’s okay.”

I gasped.

“I do what?! You listen to this carefully, boy, I don’t give a single sh–t about you. Stop fooling yourself ‘cause you’ll end up depressed because you’re too stupid. Let’s make things clear: I. Don’t. Like. You. And fine, you’re falling for me and all that sh–t, but honestly? I don’t care. And I won’t keep repeating that last night you were just a distraction, because eventually, you’ll learn. But please make me a favor, and learn that away from me. Your presence is kind of annoying.”