I sensed a force on my shoulder as I was returning to consciousness. I heard Kelly shouting for me to wake up. My eyelids seemed heavy, and I felt sweat trickle down my temple and the well-known terror in my mind. With determination, I opened my eyes. Kelly was sitting next to me, smiling at her phone, which she was holding with her left hand. It's probably Niall, telling how much he misses her. Oh, god, can he be any more in love?
I was so restless, I couldn't focus on anything, or why am I here, in Kelly's house.There was an intense throbbing in my head, and I felt like there was a mountain on top of me.
"So the queen has finally risen, huh?" Kelly remarked.
"Oh, stop it," I replied in a low voice.
"A little hungover, are we?" she spoke as she grabbed an Advil and a glass of water.
"Thank you," I added gratefully.
Once I popped the tablet in my mouth, I went through an immediate sense of relief, which made me question the inevitable.
"Why am I here?"
"When I saw your condition, you thought I would have dropped you off at your house, considering you were as knocked out as hell. How would I answer your mom? Although I covered for you, I messaged her saying it was getting late so you just crashed at my place. You should call her, though. She was worried," she stated.
Kelly's phone went off, showing she had a text.
"Oh Kelly, how can I live another minute without seeing your face?" I imitated with an Irish accent.
"Stop it," she punched me playfully. "He was inquiring about you, you were pretty down last night, and the fact that Harry actually helped you and safely delivered you to Niall."
"Well then, tell Niall I'm doing better, but what's wrong with Harry?" I inquired.
"Whoa, what's not wrong with him"? She countered matter-of-factly.
My eyebrows twitched in expression as I remarked to myself, "He seemed pretty nice to me".
"Well, he's not," she retorted.
"And how do you know about him?" I asked, confused.
"For starters, he's Niall's step-brother," she announced casually.
My eyes widened, and my eyebrows arched.
"What?"
"Yeah, and I hope you don't like him," she answered with a serious expression on her face. "You wouldn't want to mess with his girlfriend Maxine, stay away from him."
***As I stared at the front door, I questioned my decision to stop by. Even though I wasn't sure it was the right move, it was imperative I thank him for what he did yesterday. I balled my fist and slowly brought it in contact with the door to knock.
Feeling unsure I turned on my heel and walked away when the door swung open.I spun around and there stood Harry in his converse and sweatsuit.
As my throat went dry, I said, "Hey" in a low-pitched voice
He stood there staring at me with those eyes boring into my soul.
After a minute he answered, "hey".
Okay, so he can talk.
"I just wanted to say thank you for helping me yesterday and um, I brought chocolates". I eyed the box I was gripping onto so tightly.
"Welcome, and thanks for the chocolates" he took the box from my hand to place it on the desk behind and smiled ever-so-slightly.
At that exact moment, Maxine appeared from nowhere. She was wearing a butterfly-cut t-shirt with tiny shorts. The disgust on her face was evident as her eyes darted up and down my body. I felt uncomfortable immediately.
"Who is this chick?" she asked.
"She i-" max cut him off mid-sentence.
"I don't care." She looked at me, "I'm sorry, but we'll be late for lunch," she murmured, dragging him away as her high heels clicked on the floor. The bitter feeling churned up in the bottom of my stomach, and I fled as quickly as possible.
I'm sorry for not uploading it on time. I had to go to my village and the network was bad and I didn't have much time, so I tried to write and upload as fast as I could.
Comment and vote if you like this chapter, although it's more of a filler.
I promise the next update is soon.
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1D GIRL.

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Twisted
FanfictionClara Cox has been through the dark ages. Even the sun's bright rays aren't enough to fill the light in her soul. One day, she meets the guy with green eyes, that's when things get twisted. Can the guy with the green eyes break her walls and mend he...