guys my age ✷ kian lawley

twenty eight

[ present ]

fleur watched nia anxiously as she chewed on her nails, the phone held to her ear.

it rang and rang and rang.

and then kian answered.

"fleur?"

"yh! hey baby. i just wanted to-"

nia waved her hands in the air and mouthed "be blunt."

"actually, kian, i think we should meet up and talk."

"talk?"

"about us. i need to ask you something."

"right now? i'm kind of busy."

and as kian talked, fleur could have swore she heard a girls voice in the background.

"who's that?" she asked.

"what?"

"i just heard a girls voice."

"oh, that. my sister. chill."

"kian, I know what your sister sounds like and that wasn't her."

"baby, it was my sister. you don't trust me?"

"so, you're seriously not going to meet me when i need to talk?"

"fucking hell, tomorrow."

"fuck your tomorrow and fuck you, kian."

fleur ended the call and threw her phone on the bed.

she only lasted a few seconds before she burst into tears, with nia hugging her tightly.