Headaches (Kiingtong Fan Fiction)

Chapter 15

Harper's P.O.V.

Kate had left for she didn't really want to see Will. I mean, I can't say I fully understand the situation but I can understand taking in that your cousin is dating your ex.

I ran downstairs after I heard the doorbell. I opened the door to a happy Will. "You need something?" I ask, raising an eyebrow. "That's no way to greet your boyfriend." He stated. I rolled my eyes and let him in.

"But to answer your question, I wanted to know if you wanted to go to a party?" I looked up at him. "You want me? A girl who is already clumsy and shy enough, to go to a party?" He nodded. "Come on, we haven't been to any party together."

I sighed at the thought of how Kate and Will met. "I don't know Wi-" he cut me off to plead me. "Plllleeeeeaaaasssseeee!!!!" He asked. He held his hands together and bent down to his knees. I stared at him with a 'really?' Look. "Please!" He brought his head to my floor.

"Why are you soooo desperate for us to go to a party? And who even invited you? Who's house is even at? Do I know the person?" He got up. "One question at a time my princess." I raised an eyebrow. "Princess? Since when did that become a thing?"

He shrugged his shoulders. "But to answer your first question, I just feel like we need to get out, loosen up a little. Second question, my friend Jordan. Third, I have no clue. And last, I don't know because I don't even know the person." A smirk creeped onto my face. "Then no we aren't going."

"Oh come on!" He pleaded once more. I rolled my eyes. "Fine, what time?" I ask pulling out my phone. "Really? 7." I looked up at Will. "What am I gonna tell my mom?" He shrugged his shoulders. "Just tell her we're going on a date." I looked back down at my phone to text my mom what I'm doing tonight. A date.

"How long are we gonna be out?" Will shrugged his shoulders. "As long as we wanna be out." I rolled my eyes. "Mhm.

The rest of the night till 7 I spent getting ready.

I wore some shorts with a shirt that says TGIF, or Thank God It's Friday. With the I as a palm tree. I left my hair down. I was thinking about dying my hair back to its normal color and cutting it to my shoulders. I just didn't like the idea of my hair anymore, and it got in my way way to much.

I heard a knock on the door and ran stairs. I opened the door to Will who was casually dressed. "Ready to go Harp?" I nodded. We stepped outside and headed toward his car.

On way their we just listened to music. Like, Don't Wait by Joey Gracaffa, La Da Dee by who knows who. And that's about it. It was a quick drive.

When we arrived they're were people located outside. Couples making out, people flirting with each other, and even passed out people because they drank so much. We walked inside to a loud house. People were yelling, and the music was blasted. "Come on let's go get a drink!" Will pulled me to the table with food and drinks.

I grabbed a sprite while Will took some achol. I didn't really care that he got drunk, all I had to do is stay away from him until we have to go home, and I would drive. But did I really think getting away from Will would be that easy? No. All he wanted to was either dance or drink. He was doing on or the other.

Eventually he pulled me outside and we went to the side of the house. I leaned against the while his hands held my wrist on the wall. But as he grew closer to my face, he put more pressure on my wrist. At first it didn't hurt to bad, but when he went in for the kiss. A sudden weight was put on my wrist. He kissed me and won't get off when I tried to pull away. This is typical Will, but typical Will doesn't put so much weight on my wrist.

He started down my neck, putting more weight on my right wrist. "Will, stop it hurts." Should not have said that. More weight was implemented on them. I tried to keep my tears from falling but there was nothing I could do about it now. I didn't want to do this but I lifted up my foot and placed on his stomach then pushed him away.

I started running, running home. Will could drive himself home. He'd be here the next morning. I made my way to the porch of my house. I pushed it open and ran up stairs tears streaming down my face.

I locked the door and plopped on my bed. I cried into my pillow. I looked up and looked my now swollen wrist. They were red and swollen. I headed into the bathroom and just wrapped gauze around them.

I did not like drunk Will.

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