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○ 1.7 :: Confusion ○

Dedicated to Giovy (giovy_drew_styles) for translating this and Flight 1294 into italian (so if you're italian go check that out) and for following me on twitter even though I do absolutely nothing on there :) x

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I woke up back in my dorm with a slight headache and a dry mouth.

"Ugh," I grunted, slowly sitting up. My head felt heavier than usual, like my body was no longer able to support it on my neck, so I clutched a hand to it with a groan and flopped back down into my mattress.

"Are you okay?"

The concerned voice made me jump, though I already knew who it was without even looking at them. Frida was sitting in a chair about two feet away from my bed, looking on worriedly. Her hair was up in a messy bun and she was wearing sweats, her fingers never ceasing their nervous fidgeting on the hem of her oversized t-shirt - one of Niall's shirts, I realized. I mentally scoffed at the thought, remembering the exact reason why the air around us was awkward, and why Frida was keeping her distance instead being all over me.

I sat up again with a few more grunts, but it was notably easier than the first time. "Where's Niall?" I sneered, throwing my legs over the side of the bed so that my back is to her.

"Kat-"

"Just," I cut her off with a raised hand, sighing. "Forget it. It's done."

"But-"

"Frida."

She sighed. "You got pretty trashed last night," she chuckled nervously. "You okay?"

This simple two word question caused me to shoot up on my feet and turn to point an accusing finger at her. "Don't pretend like you had any concern for my wellbeing," I spat.

Frida looked horrified at the accusation. "I did-"

"No," I cut in, "no you didn't. I could've been anywhere. Anything could've happened to me. You didn't even bother to shoot me a text or anything," I reminded her, turning my back on her again. My fists were clenched at my sides and my chest was heaving with things left unsaid, and I knew that I should've left it at that; I wasn't in control of my actions when I was angry, so I was sure to say some things I shouldn't say. "I suppose partying the night away with Niall was more important," I muttered bitterly, but Frida's gasp let me know that she'd heard me loud and clear.

"It's not like that, Kat," she tried.

"Isn't it?"

It was silent for a few moments. "You were there," she blurted, obviously having wanted to say that for a while. It was a valid accusation, I supposed; how could I try to attack her for something I had also done? It was different for me though, in a way. At least I wasn't there trying to make happy.

"I went there to officially break things off with Harry," I admitted, turning to look her right in the eye to show that I hafld nothing to hide. "I just wanted a clean break without any loose ends, even if that wasn't what happened. I wanted to end everything that's been going on - not that you would know about any of that though, since you haven't been paying attention," I laughed hollowly. Frida stayed silent, her eyes guiltily darting everywhere but to my own. I bit my lip, looking down at my bare feet. "I guess part of me just wanted... I just wanted to see if maybe you'd be there for once; I was hoping that you'd have chosen me over Niall. A tiny part of me naively thought that since you hadn't texted me, you were busy looking for me - and then I got to the party and you were right there, laughing away in Niall's lap. How are you gonna explain that away?"