Never Been Your Fangirl

6: Isn't he missing?

MISSING?!

ISN'T HE MISSING?!

What on Earth is he doing here?!

Shoot!

I can' believe it!

James Knightly is in our house and I just hit him! The police could arrest me for this! Honestly! I mean, sure I didn't kidnap him. But I did harm him. But I could be innocent right? I mean, I didn't know he was freakin' James Knightly!

Oh well.

I guess this is the part where I have to take care of him now because I just physically harmed him.

I inhaled and exhaled. I just needed breathing exercises before I started to carry him. I mean, who knows how heavy this boy can be?

I tried to carry him bridal style but it didn't work out.

In fact, I tried lots of other carrying styles. But it still didn't work out. So I dragged him to Cassy's bedroom, which is also my bedroom. I know it's kinda harsh but what else can I do?

I laid him on Cassy's bed. Don't ask me how I did it. All I can say is, it wasn't that easy. It was sure no piece of cake.

I picked Cassy's bed because number one, it's Cassy's.

Number two, I don't want his germs on my bed.

Number three, Cassy's bed is lower than mine which made the job of putting him there a little bit easier. But it was still hard. Very hard.

I then sat on my bed, waiting for him to wake up or something.

And after... 30 minutes, he finally woke up.

"Good morning sleepy head." I said with a smirk and crossed my arms as I jumped out of my bed and stood up.

"Wait. What?"

He scratched his head and sat down on Cassy's bed. Then he looked at me.

"Who are you?"

My eyes widened when he asked me this question. I honestly didn't know what to answer. Should I tell him that secret that I haven't told anyone yet? So we could finally have our confrontation? Hmm...

Probably not.

"I'm Kiera. I'm part owner of the house you broke in to."

He still stared at me. He was frowning this time though.

"House I broke in to? Wait, what?" He still looked confused.

I groaned.

"This house. You broke in to this house mister. You even broke one of the glasses in our kitchen downstairs. You're lucky my dad or sister isn't here. Or else my dad would have scolded me and my sister would have started kissing you by now."

"I don't think your dad would scold me. But you do have a point about Cassy."

My eyes widened as I heard this. How did he know Cassy was the name of my sister? How???

"How did you... know Cassy is the--"

"Your dad told me." He suddenly said, standing up and heading over to the door like nothing happened.

I followed him out of the bedroom.

He went straight for our living room and sat down like he was so used to this place.

"What do you mean my dad? How did Mark tell you about Cassy?" I sat down at the couch beside him.

He frowned.

"Mark? Who's Mark?"

"My dad." I said, leaning closer to him to hear what he was going to say.

"What? No... Mark ain't your dad. Right? Wait... are you Kiera Winters?"

"Summers," I said, "I'm Kiera Summers."

"Not Winters?" He stood up.

"Winters is my middle name," I shrugged.

"Oh." He just said.

"But... my dad."

"Prolly nothing. Prolly he's someone else."

I shrugged. Probably.

But wait. What am I doing?! I'm supposed to ask him about the news! And why he's in my house!

"Ok whatever," I said trying to act cool. "Whatever about what we just talked about. Let's forget about that. Let's just talk about why you're in my house! And why are you missing? Why did you leave your band?"

He looked at me. He still had a confused face on.

"I came to see Luis."

Luis? Who's Luis?

"Who are you talking about?"

"Luis. You know, my manager. The Wanna Be's manager."

I shrugged, having no clear idea on who Luis actually is. Like how does he expect me to know all this?

"I don't know who that is." I said.

He looked surprised as he stood up and stretched. I stood up as well.

"How do you not know about our manager?"

I pouted and frowned.

"Do you expect me to know a lot about your group?"

"Well yeah," he put his hand behind his neck, "I mean, your sister's a fan."

"Doesn't mean she's a fan I know a lot about you. Because I don't. Never have. Well except for the fact that I know your name. But only yours and not the others." I crossed my arms and sat down.

He smirked though. The reason why? I have no idea.

"Why? You prefer to know more about me because you like me?"

I stepped back as he walked nearer to me. I pushed him back as his face was moving nearer mine.

Well that escalated quickly hasn't it?

Weirdo!

I just want to know why he's lost. Sheesh. Weirdo...