Wishes (H.S)

Girl Almighty.

A/N: Hi guys! Sorry for the slight delay in updating. I need some feedback on what you guys thought of what Harry did and Kenny's reaction to it. Though a lot of you have been messaging me about the story (which I honestly appreciate so much) I would love to get your comments on the chapter. Also, someone asked me if they could translate my story into Italian, and that makes me feel so good. Thank you guys for all of your support and dedication. I love all of you so much and you guys are amazing!!

I know a lot of you don't read the authors notes because it's annoying and I totally get it, but if you get a chance, read it. There might be some hidden hints in there. -wink wink- ;). x

This chapter is going to be short and a little boring (only a little so keep reading you beautiful person) and I apologise. I'll make up for it but I think you'll be surprised at the outcome of this chapter, cos a lot of meaningful things are going to happen in the next few chapters! .. Now, enjoy!! x

I wake the next day, my mind instantly wandering to Harry. The heat I felt of the moment isn't leaving my mind, though I try to push it back. I'm being naive and incredibly stupid. He's not someone I should get involved with. He's an irresponsible, egotistical man and I will have nothing to do with him whatsoever. Even though his touch left my skin burning, I have to try and push it to the back of my mind. And I'm going to do so.

I decide to call Jen, seeing I haven't spoken to her since our last call. Just a few messages here and there. I pick up my phone, dialling her number.

"Hey Kenny." She answers and I feel relieved hearing her voice.

"Hey Jen. How are you?"

"I'm alright. My mom is still in the hospital but she got released from I.C.U last night. I wanted to call you but I figured that you'll call me today. I didn't want to be a bother." She lightly laughs but I can hear it's being forced.

"You perfectly know you're never a bother Jen. I really miss you,"

"Miss you too. Uni this week was really hectic but we'll meet up soon, okay?"

I suddenly got an idea.

"My father's coming back next weekend. If you want to, you can join us for dinner?"

"I'd love to. I haven't seen your dad in months."

"Yeah, me too."

"Well, I have to go now. Going to run some errands for my mom. Talk to you later."

I hung up the phone and stand to finish up. Going down the hall to take a quick shower, I climb in and let the water rinse down my tense body. The steam releasing from my skin as I exit, quickly throwing on a pair of jeans and a oversized sweatshirt with converse. My hair is still damped when I get to my dorm and I decide to curl it.

As I finish curling the last bit of hair, my phone rings and I glide my finger across the screen to answer.

"Hello?"

"Hi. It's Ashley."

"Okay.." My voice trails, signalling for her to go on.

"I'm going away this week so I won't be in the dorm room at all."

Yeah, like your actually in here all the time.

"You're going away this early in the semester?" I ask curiously.

"So fucking what? It has nothing to do with you."

"I'm just saying. I won't be expecting your appearance. Not like I expected it anyway." I snap, hanging up the phone.

I actually feel quite bad for her. She was, like Louis said, such a nice person but Harry ruined her. Another reason why I shouldn't get involved with him. I hate that he thinks he can just walk over people like he's a reincarnation of Aphrodite. It pisses me off more than it needs to. He thinks its so cool and all, but I don't. I think all of the parties are unnecessary and it's dangerous.

It's not any of your business. My subconscious reminds me.

I jump when I hear a knock on the door, and I frown in confusion thinking who it might be.

It can't be Ashley, because she's away.

It can't be Louis, because he would've messaged me first.

It can't be Harry, because he would've came in by now.

So who is it?

I open the door to find a girl who looks a little older than me, purple-ish kind of hair, though she pulls it off. She looks angry.. really angry.

"Where is she?" She asks, walking past me into the dorm.

"Sorry?"

"Ashley." I notice her British accent, which is lovely.

She's not necessarily angry towards me, but I can see that she's pissed.

"She's not here. I can't help you."

"Fuck." She sighs, running her hands through her hair.

"May I ask why you're looking for her?" I ask closing the door.

"She trashed all of my stuff while I was at one of my friends." She balls her fists, but realises what she's doing and placing her face in her hands and releases a sigh. "I'm never even like this! What have I done to her to deserve this?"

"I don't know." I shake my head. "What she did was inconsiderate."

She nods her head. "Yeah, I feel for you though. You have to share a room with her." She laughs.

"Yeah, I don't even know how I'm going to get through this year without ripping all of my hair out." I laugh, shaking my head.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry for barging in like this. I was just so angry and-"

"Don't worry about it. It's fine. I would've been pissed too." I stop her for blaming herself. "I'm Kendra, by the way." I smile.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Gemma."