Fate || Niall horan ||

Chapter 14

Kenzie pov

*Monday*

20 missed calls.

I woke up to 20 missed calls. All of them from Harry. God this boy.

I dialled his number and put the phone up to my ear.

"Hello" he said his voice perky, how? How the hell was he so perky at 7 am.

"What do you want?" I grunted.

"You're the one that called me don't you forget"

"After you called me 20 times"

"Well maybe you should answer the phone"

"Well maybe you should tell me what the fuck you want Harold"

"I want you to forgive N-"

I knew exactly what he was going to say.

"No"

"Cmon Kenzie just let him explain. He explained it to me, just let him explain"

"No I can't do that, I saw what I saw. He was probably just making it up"

"No Kenzie he was serious, I could tell. I know that Niall wouldn't lie. Cmon."

"No Harry I can't, I can't forgive him, I can't let him explain. I thought that I knew him but I was wrong. He let me believe something about him that wasn't true"

"Kenzie it is true. It's so fucking true. Niall is like a little puppy. He'd never hurt anyone."

"Yeah well puppies still do bite. Goodbye Harry"

With that I hung up my phone and began to get ready for school. School was the last place that I wanted to go right now but it didn't seem like I had much of a choice.

I went into the bathroom and washed my face, put makeup on and brushed my teeth. I combed out my hair and then put it up into a pony tail. The pony tail was really messy but I didn't care, it's not like I have anyone to dress up for, everyone seems to hate me. I haven't done anything to them but yet they still do.

I went back into my room and pulled out my black roots sweat pants and a thin grey sweater.

As I took off my long sleeve sleeping shirt I looked down at the few new cuts on my arm that I had made a week ago.

I sighed and pulled on my grey sweater. I pulled on my sweat pants and walked downstairs with my bag on my shoulder.

"Morning sunshine" my nana welcomed me as I walked into the kitchen. "Morning" I groaned. "What's wrong honey?" My mom asked. "I don't want to go to school, I wave to sleep." "Hate to break it to you darling but you gotta go." Grandpa said. "I know" I groaned as I took a bite of the Apple that was in the fruit bowl.

I finished my apple and then through my bag over my shoulder. I put on my black vans and then made my way out the door. I put my earbuds in and put my phone on shuffle.

When I reached school I walked up the stairs to the front door. Most eyes were on me as I walked down the hall. I groaned as I say some sticky notes on my locker. Great. Just great. Once I got to my locker I peeled them off one by one reading what they said.