Wishes on Shooting Stars (On Hold. Sorry ;/)

Chapter Six

Kendall Fortenay

She was waving around a sheet of crumpled paper. I frowned. What? What the hell was it? I tried to think of all the notes I got today, but the only thing I received was that stupid summer dance thing. No way. It couldn't possibly be my dance note. I reached my hand inside my pocket, expecting to find it scrunched up, but I was only met by the fabric of my jeans. Dammit, it was my dance note.

I tried to bluff my way out of it. 'I don't think that's mine,' I told my mum, trying my best to look indifferent and bored, instead of showing the panic that was rising up into me. 'It has your name on it,' she told me bluntly.

Freaking hell. This could not get worse. I watched as she scanned the note, her face lighting up as she did so. 'You should go!' she told me, her voice excited. Damn again. This just got worse. I held my hands up in the air, as if I was surrendering. 'God, no, mom.' She frowned. 'Why not?'

I shot her a glare. 'Have you ever seen me wear a dress? Besides, I need a date for the dance, which I don't have.' I folded my arms across my chest. 'Which is why I'm not going.' My mum smiled at me. 'But darling, you do have a date!' I frowned at her. 'What?' I asked.

Her smile grew. 'A new family moved in next door and the boy is around your age!' I suddenly had a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. I think I knew who it was. Please don't let it be- 'The Styles are so nice! I can tell you and Harry are going to become great friends!' God. I am going to die. I stared at my mom, wide eyed with shock. 'Are you serious?!' My mum shrugged. 'Honey, you need to go out and be with you friends. Staying at home all alone is not good for you!' I blinked numbly. Was this woman serious?

'I'm not going,' I muttered and then I stomped into the house. I ran upstairs to my room and slammed the door closed. Once inside, I fell down onto my bed and groaned. This could not be happening. It was probably a stress induced nightmare. This was not happening. If I repeated this enough times, I would become true. This was not happening. This was not happening. I must of fallen asleep admist all my worrying because  I suddenly jolted awake. I peered out the window and saw it was dark outside. I groaned and sat up, stretching my numb body. I was so tired. I tried to remember why I woke up but another loud knock on my door reminded me. Who was it? If it was my mum, she would of come barging straight in without bothering to extend to me such a courtesy. I got up slowly and smoothed my hair a little before crossing the span of carpet to my door.

I pulled it open. And almost died of shock. It was Harry fucking Styles that was standing in the hallway with a huge shit-eating grin on his face. 'Hello,' he said pleasantly. I blinked. He paused for a moment before saying, 'let's pretend you invited me into your room, shall we?' And he began to walk in. I snapped out of my daze and stopped him before he passed through the doorway. 'Absolutely not. Get out. I have no idea why you are here and quite frankly, I don't care. Just get out!' Harry rolled his eyes. 'Fiesty, are we?'

I scowled at him. 'What are you doing here?!' He shrugged. 'To visit you of course.' I narrowed my eyes. 'My mum invited you didn't she? My god, she did, didn't she?!' Harry shrugged again. 'Whoever invited me doesn't matter, I'm here now so let's just be done with that conversation.' And with that, he proceeded to stride into my room. He only glanced around for half a millisecond before plopping down on my bed. 'Make yourself right at home,' I told him sarcastically.

He smirked. 'Thanks, I will.' I sighed, sensing defeat and sat down onto the bed next to him. 'What do you want?' I asked him quietly, 'why are you here?' Harry looked at, smiling softly, I was suddenly struck by how beautiful and sincere he looked. 'To ask you to the dance of course.' The bubble popped. 'What?!' I screeched. 'I REFUSE TO GO TO THE DANCE. AND IF I HAD TO GO WITH ANYONE IT WOULD NOT BE YOU!' 'Calm down,' he advised me, looking quite amused. 'I WILL NOT BE TOLD TO CALM DOWN BY ANYONE, LEAST OF ALL YOU!' I got up, shaking with rage. I needed to break something. I grabbed a lamp from my bedside table but someone's hands caught my arms before I could proceed to throw it against the wall. I paused for a moment, looking up in surprise to see Harry, before all my anger returned to me again. 'HOW DARE YOU?!' I screamed. 'LET GO OF ME THIS INSTANCE. LET GO OF ME NOW!' I struggled against him, but he was too strong. He pulled me into his chest, and I felt a strange flutter in my stomach, but I shook it off. 'LET. GO!' I tried stomping on his foot but I missed and I just resorted to thrashing around for a few minutes. 'Nothing's going to happen, you know. I'll just keep holding onto you until you calm down.' I eventually got tired and hung limp in his arms. That's when I realised how close he was holding me. I could smell a woody kind of scent coming from him and I was crushed so tightly to his chest that I could feel his strong body underneath the thin cashmere sweater he wore. I blushed slightly, feeling awkward. 'Can you let go of me now?' I asked him softly, 'Please?' 

'Of course not,' he said smirking.