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○ 2.5 :: Explanations ○

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"Where's Harry?" Niall asked as I walked back into my dorm room, rubbing my temples to fight back the impending headache.

"He's gone."

"Didn't you catch up with him? You were out there for a long time," Frida chimed in, halting her packing.

"As if you care," I said snarkily. "How's the secret move going?"

Frida sighed, looking guilty. "Kat-"

"Don't," I cut her off, sitting down on the foot of my bed and cradling my head in my hands. "Literally nothing you can say will make this better. How could you move out without telling me? During the fùcking night, no less. Did you not even stop to think about how I would feel? Just imagine me waking up and seeing all your shìt gone and thinking that you'd been robbed, then panicking and send you phone calls and texts I know for a fact you wouldn't have answered!" I yelled. "What the fùck, Frida! How would you feel if your lifelong friend had to fùcking escape, like your friendship was suffocating them?"

Without realizing, I had stood up with my fists clenched by my side as I screamed. Frida looked stricken, as if she was the victim in this conversation, and that was probably what pushed Niall to do what he did next.

Taking a tentative step towards me, he held his hands up like I was some sort of feral animal. "Kat, maybe ya should calm-"

"Shut the fùck up, Niall," I snarled.

He dropped his hands. "What's actually wrong?"

"You mean besides the fact that my so-called best friend is trying to run away from me to her boyfriend's?" I spat sarcastically.

Niall coughed awkwardly. "Um, yeah, I guess."

I sighed, sitting back down with my head in my hands. "Harry just told me some shìt about powers and eyes and I... I just want to sleep and pretend it was all a dream."

Both counterparts of Friall glanced at each other. "He... he told you about that?" Niall asked hesitantly.

"Yes," I confirmed. "Is my boyfriend deranged?"

Niall chuckled, shaking his head reassuringly. "Harry's not exactly the poster boy for normality, but he's not deranged."

"Wait, boyfriend? " Frida questioned.

I raised my head from my hands. "Wait, did I say that?" I thought back on my words. "Holy shìt, I did say that."

Niall smirked. "I bet Harry would love to hear all about that."

"We're are not breathing a word to him," I ordered.

"But-"

"Look at my hickey!" I blurted, craning my neck to the side. "Can you guys see this hickey?"

Frida wandered over to squint at my neck, but Niall's stayed in place, answering with a slightly suspicious "yes..."

"How can you see it from all the way over there?" Frida asked. "I can't see anything."

"But it's freaking massive," Niall scoffed.

"Okay, so only Harry and Niall can see it," I mumbled to myself, standing to get my phone and handing it to Frida. "Here. Open the camera and point it at my neck."

She did so, her eyes widening immediately at the screen. "Holy fúcking hell," she breathed. "That is massive." Then she lowered the camera, taking another look. "What the fúck?"