Forgotten

Hatching Plans

A/N: Don't beat me. I tried, I really did :) hehe

Fact: I have problems. Like, serious issues, especially rage issues... I'm crazed :P

Louis’ POV

 “Kirk?” I asked. “Who is this?”

 “Lou, it’s Kirk. Your pen pal,” he said through gritted teeth.

 “Oh, really?” I asked. “Then why don’t I have your name saved as ‘KirkyWirky’?”

 “You do,” he said. “You probably didn’t check your caller ID.”

 “Anyway, why have you chosen such a delightful hour to call me?”

 “I’m having… girl troubles.”

 “And you think I can help you?”

 “Yeah, I hope so. I will call you with the details later. Bye!”

   He hung up. I got bored, so I sent El a text: “Monkey butts are hairless and tiny. I gitchi gitchi goo you too.”

***

Liam’s POV

   I trudged downstairs sleepily and threw myself onto the couch. Zayn was lying on the rug in front of the television.

 “Zaynie, I need your help. Badly.”

 “Okay, shoot.”

   I told him everything – starting from when I auditioned for the X Factor, to when Kara sent me that message, to the kiss. When I finished, I found panting.

 “First things first,” Zayn began. “We need to find out if it was Kara that even sent the message.”

 “And how do you suppose we do that?”

 “By going into her room and stealing her phone. Duh!”

 “Oh, okay. Then you go steal it.”

 “Nah, dude, she’s your best friend. Not mine.”

 “You owe me.”

 “I hear ya.”

   I got up and climbed all the way to the seventh floor. Man, I am going to have to ask Paul to build an elevator here. No joke. Opening Kara’s door slightly, I slipped in and thanked God she was still asleep. Her phone lay on her dresser charging, and she was facing the other way. I unplugged the phone, and it made that sound that iPhones make when they stop charging. I held my breath as Kara turned in her sleep to face me, but she was still asleep. I crawled back to the door and high-tailed it out of the room before you could say “John Jacob Jingleheimer”. I got downstairs and resisted the urge to throw the iPhone at Zayn’s head.

 “Here it is.”

   He swiped the unlock arrow and the passcode area came up.

 “Dude, what’s her passcode?”

 “I dunno.”

   We tried ten different passcodes, and we had to wait for one minute. After one minute was over, I thought for a minute and said, “I think I know what it is.” I entered the passcode LIAM (5426) and it worked.

 “Well, doesn’t someone think much of himself?” Zayn said, laughing.

   We went to her Sent voice mail messages, and I did not see it. At all.

 “Don’t be shocked,” Zayn said. “Maybe she deleted it. Do you still have it?”

 “Yes.”

   I took out my phone and went to my Received voice mail message. There it was. I played it for Zayn to listen.

 “Hold on a sec,” he said. “Listen carefully.”

   I played it again and listened, and it sounded as though someone had recorded Kara saying these words and pieced it together.

 “That’s exactly it,” Zayn said to my unspoken thoughts. “So, Kara did say these words, but at different times, and someone made it seem as though she said it all at once. Moreover, that someone would have to have had access to her phone to put the recording on it and send it to you. Someone who is very close to her; close enough to even access her phone.”

 “Kirk,” I said through gritted teeth. “I suppose that when I left, he began hanging out with Kara, possibly to get closer to her. He probably taped her saying those words, and then he edited it on his laptop and put it on her phone. Maybe when she was tutoring him or something like that. Probably to get me to stop talking to her, then she would get all sad and angry with me and stop talking to me. That explains why she slapped me.”

 “She slapped you?”

 “Yes, but that is not the point here. The point is Kirk decided to make the fact that I had left worse and make Kara hate me. We have to tell her.”

 “Like how? ‘Hi, Kara, we stole your phone to do something, and um, Liam never hated you!’.”

 “You’re right.”

   Just then, Kara’s phone vibrated. Zayn and I looked at each other once, before unlocking her phone and looking at the message.

 From: Kirk

 Kara, I just wanted to say I am sorry for forcing myself on you the other time at the café. Nevertheless, man, that kiss was simply amazing. I wish that it could have lasted longer than it did. Oh, by the way, the Cambridge term begins in like a week or so. I will see you there. Bye.