Kendra’s POV-
Ugh. I need to get up. I don’t want to. Kill me now.
I sat up in my bed and just sat there. Eventually I got up and went to take a shower. When I got out I put on my clothes and blow dried my hair. When I was done I went to my kitchen to get some food.
So, two days ago I got a new apartment. It’s not bad but it’s not a mansion either. I bought the furniture with the money I had left in my card. Basically, I need a job.
I’ve thought of many options, but nothing seems to work out. Yesterday, I went to a couple of studios but they don’t need any producers “at the moment” so that’s out of the question.
I can also write a book. I’ll call it, How To Get Over Harry Styles, by Kendra Malone. Step one to getting over Harry Styles: you don’t. No matter how hard you try you’ll never get over it. Never. Ever. The end.
Seriously, the last time I saw him was like a week ago but not a day goes by that he doesn’t cloud my thoughts. Curse him!
Once I was done eating I called my mom.
“Hello Kendra,” she said after the third ring. My mom is still kind of mad at me for what I said the other day and I feel bad about it.
“Hi mom, what time is the dinner?”
“It starts at six but I’ll be by at five thirty so you can help with decorating.”
“Can’t wait,” I said sarcastically.
I heard my mom sigh. “Okay I have to go now Kendra, your dad is calling me.”
“Um okay, bye.”
I hung up and for the first time in months, I had absolutely nothing to do. I stared at the wall for a while and then I decided to go to Starbucks. I quickly got my phone and wallet and started walking.
It was very cold outside and I kind of frowned when I saw it snowing. I know, everyone loves snow but only when you have someone to have or snowball fight with, or cuddle up to when it gets really cold. Gosh, I’m such a girl. I sighed to myself and kept walking.
When I got to Starbucks I noticed that it was kind of empty, which was surprising. Everyone is probably out shopping for the holidays. Another sad thing, I’m going to be lonely during the holidays. Kendra Malone, you’re officially the saddest 19 year old. Yay!
I walked up to the counter and ordered my regular Grande Mocha, just like Nina and I used to get. Right when I got my drink I turned around ready to leave when I accidently ran into someone and spilled my drink on them.
“Oh I’m sorry.” I looked at his face and he looked at me.
“Well that sucks,” I said.
“What? That we ran into each other?”
“No, that you’re not a celebrity. I always thought that if this ever happened to me then the person I bumped into would be an international pop star that I’d fall in love with.”
“Excuse me?”
“Never mind, sorry again for running into you. I’m a bit clumsy.”
“It’s quite alright.”
I started laughing and he laughed too.
“What’s so funny?” he asked.
“Oh nothing, it’s just funny how you talk with your accent and all posh like.”
“Well we are in London. And I noticed you don’t have an accent, why is that?”
“I’m from California but I’m currently living here.”
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