Pink, Purple and Blue (Harry Styles fanfic)

Chapter 11

Early update, yay!!! :)

Since there's no school down here in Quebec today, I thought about you, my non-existant readers! 

You'll learn something about Kath in this chapter, maybe you'll understand her a bit more now.

Hope you like it :)

Chap 11

“Have I seen you before? You seem familiar,” I told a girl with bright red hair (Not, not ginger. Red. If you see what I mean) that was next to me. I had had a few drinks already, actually more than few, but I wasn’t completely unaware of what I was doing. I still was there, if you know what I mean.

“Yeah,” she smiled at me. “We were in the club one night. That guy fought over you.”

Oh yeah, I remembered. She was the girl staring at my necklace that night I went clubbing with Harry.

Harry.

Ouch.

“Nice necklace by the way.”

“Thanks.” I took a sip out of my drink.

“I do too,” she added out of the blue. I raised an eyebrow. “Swing both sides.”

Well that could be interesting.

***

“Kaths?” I heard as I picked up my phone.

“Hey Harrrrrrrrry!” I greeted. A little too much maybe, but I was drunk so I didn’t really care.

“Where are you?”

“Where the hell were you all d – Whoa, please babe I’m on the phooone.” I pushed the red-haired girl, Elysabeth, away, giggling, and she pouted.

“What was that?” he growled. “What are you doing?!”

I chuckled. “I would tell you, but consiiidering yoouu just left and didn’t come back I’ll just hang uuuupp!” My last word finished in the high notes. It should’ve been quite clear how much I had drank with all the intonation I was putting in there.

“What? Wait, don-”

I hung up.

“Where were we Sweetheart?” I smirked before bringing her closer and crashing my lips on hers.

It had been some time since Harry had called. How much? I didn’t know, and I didn’t care. It was starting to be kind of a blur. I wasn’t ‘there’ anymore, I was drunk.

Ely and I were on the dance floor; to say we were close would’ve been an understatement, unless your definition of being close includes eating each other’s face and having my tongue down her throat.

But of course I couldn’t keep on having fun, could I?

Nope.

“Kathleen.”

High-piched voice, blue eyes, feathery hair, stripes, colorful pants, very gay looking... Louis.

“Kath.”

I took a step back from the red-haired girl.

“Whaaaaaat Louiiiiiiiis! ‘m havin fuun ‘ere!”

He glanced at Elysabeth and gave me a weird look.

“Surprised? C’mon Louiiiis, Harrrry’s not the only one who’s bi ya know.” I smirked and laughed.

He winced. “You need to come with me. You’re drunk.”