Wishes (H.S)

Steal My Girl.

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After he left, I felt my heart beating like crazy, and I try to catch my breath. Whatever I was feeling.. was just so..

Stop it Kendra. He doesn't give a shit about me, he only wants to play head games. He wants me to suffer like Ashley and I won't allow that to happen. He isn't worming his way into my head, that's a space for more important things other than him.

My phone beeps from across the room and I walk over to get it. I had this feeling that it would be Harry, telling me how big of a mistake this was, and that I mean nothing to him, although as I look closer I see Louis' name appearing on the screen.

*Hey! There's a party down at the frat. Please do me the honour and come? xL*

Ugh. I really do not want to be at a party tonight. I send him a text back, saying I have other plans and apologising. I feel quite bad for lying like that, but I don't have the energy for that tonight.

*come on Kenny! Please please please*

*Louis... I don't know if it's a good idea. I don't want to get drunk tonight, I have classes tomorrow.* I text back.

*you don't have to get drunk! I won't either, I'll drive you home tonight.. just come and hang out?*

*Fiiiine. Pick me up at six.* I give in and begin to regret my decision. For one, I know that Harry will be there and two, I don't want to get drunk. I've never been drunk before and I don't intend on it happening soon.

....

I look at the time and see that it is 5 o'clock. Great. I have one hour to make myself presentable for the party and I have absolutely nothing to wear. Okay fine, I have clothes but I'm just not in the mood for any of them. Fuckkk. I push through the pile of clothing laying on my floor to find... A black knee-length dress, covered with sequence on the top half and the bottom half is loose. It shows off my bare back and I decide to take a pair of my black toms. I curl my chocolate brown hair so that it falls onto my bare back and apply a little more makeup to my eyes. (Smokey eye.)

That'll do.

I have ten minutes until Louis is picking me up. I decide to drink a glass of water from the tiny dorm room refrigerator and sit down on my bed. I hear my phone ring and I see that it's from an unknown number.

"Hello?" I ask into the phone.

No answer.

"Hello?" I repeat, getting quite annoyed with the person.

"Yeah I know.." I hear in the background. Did this person call me by mistake?

And suddenly I hear his voice. "of course I don't feel anything for her. I never even should have kissed her. She's so fucking annoying."

My mouth falls open. He's talking about me. But with who?

"It definitely won't go further. I don't want to see her again."

Fucking dick! How low of him to talk about me like that after kissing me? I fucking hate him. I hate him so much. And you know what? I think I'll drink after all tonight.