The Girl With Lips Of An Angel

Don't Be Such A Pushover

Louis

Kaitlyn is definitely a lovely girl. She has a very blunt personality… and definitely a potty mouth. But nonetheless, she is a lovely girl. Every time she looks at me with those piercing blue eyes, I am in awe. I just don’t understand how someone so beautiful, could be so crude.

So far, the boys and I have been here for about an hour and there are still a huge amount of fans outside. Liam is on his phone on Twitter, I’m assuming. And Zayn is on the phone to Perrie, killing time. And I am at the counter, still chatting with Kaitlyn.

“So, what is your boyfriend like?” I ask her and she lights up.

“I absolutely love him! He is so charming and amazing. His name is Lucas, he’s twenty three and lives at home in America. But at the moment, he is in Australia with my older brother, Nick, in Australia.”

“Australia? That’s cool.”

“Yeah. I’m headed over there in a couple of weeks actually. Rae and I have a ticket for one of your shows there.”

My eyebrows shoot up in surprise, “Really? Which city?”

“Brisbane. We’ll be staying at a little place I like to call paradise, the Gold Coast.”

“Why is it Paradise?”

“It reminds me of home. The sandy beaches, dry heat, waves that you could surf forever; granted, of course, you choose the right beach.”

“Where is home exactly?”

“I live in sunny California, Los Angeles.”

“Oh wow!”

“Yeah, it’s great. I used to live in Canada before then, I loved the cold. But as soon as we moved to Cali, I loved the heat more.”

“So how did you and Lucas meet?”

She throws her head back and laughs and says, “He ran me over with his car.”

I choke on my breath and look at her with wide eyes, “He… he what?”

“Yeah, he ran me over with his car.”

“Care to elaborate?”

“Well I was in New York, and you know how those people cross roads. Carelessly. Anyway, I was crossing the road when Lucas came around the corner of the street and I got run over. I was in the hospital for like seven weeks before they let me out. I had a tire mark across my ass, a fractured collar bone, broken jaw, eleven hair fractures in my left arm, a dislocated right shoulder, a big gash across my lower abdomen and a blood lip. It was a pretty cool experience,” she laughs.

 “So you’re not even kidding?”

“Nope, not kidding; he literally hit me with his car.”

“Fuck…”

“I know right. But I’m all good now. Sometimes my left arm can get a bit weird because I had so many fractures in it, and I have a scar from my gash across my abdomen, but other than that I’m fine.”

“I still can’t believe it. So after he hit you and you were in the hospital, did he just stick around or something?”

“Basically, yeah. Our first date was in the hospital cafeteria.”

“Oh yeah.”

“Yeah… So I actually have a question for you…”

“Yeah?”

“What happened between you and Eleanor? I mean, you kind of just stopped seeing her all of a sudden.”

“Um, well we just started drifting apart I guess,” I say scratching the back of my neck, “she didn’t like that I was always going places and she couldn’t always come with me. Then she was getting an unbelievable amount of hate on social media. She just couldn’t handle it. So we kind of just… ended it I guess… yeah.”