Fakes, Lies, and Love

Chapter 8

CHAPTER 8

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KAYLA'S POV

Here goes nothing.

"What in bloody hell is wrong with you, lads?" I yell. "This isn't right. None of this. You are brothers. Act like it. I know, I have no idea what you boys are talking about, but let me get this straightened out for you. Harry, you're twins! You can't expect him NOT to look like you! Marcel, I'm sure he cares, he just doesn't want to or doesn't know how to express it. You guys are brothers. Act like it." I huff. I'm proud of myself.

Harry just clenched his jaw and balled his fists. "Party is OVER. Get out, everyone!" Harry shouted to the guests.

Marcel turned to look at me and away from Harry. "Look, I'm sorry, Kay. You didn't need to see that. No one did."

"Whatever Mars. Wanna watch the telly?" I ask, changing the subject. He nodded.

We semi-ran over to the couch. I won. Of course. Aha! I flipped the channels and finally found a fimiliar show. It's called 'Friends'. It's pretty funny.

'We inturrupt this progam to issue a severe storm warning. It consists of the following; strong winds, heavy rain, many thunderstorms, and half-dollar size hail. We advise you to stay indoors for the next few days while this storm persists. Only transpertation advised is for emergency only. We wish you all safety. Thank you, goodnight.'

That was the internation storm station. Great. I shivered at the use of words, 'thunderstorms'. I cannot handle thunderstorms. I'm deadly afraid.

"We should probably get some rest, love," Marcel wispers in my ear. A warm chill runs down my spine from his breath. He offers his hand out and I take it. We walk to the hallways of the rooms and go our seperate ways. "Goodnight, Kayla."

"Night, Mars."

I closed my door and sat on the bed. What to wear.. What to wear... I wasn't planning on staying here and all I have is this dress. There was nothing I had so I slipped the dress off and layed it on top of the dresser. Sleeping in my panties and bra isn't a big deal. I slide into the bed and start to get cold. This room probably hasn't been used in forever. The sheets and blankets and fah-reezing!! But, I do get that warm embrace from the thought of Harry kissing me. Wow, that was crazy. What was I thinking?! I mean, it was nice... Harry's minty breath on my neck... His hungry kisses on my collar bone. What am I thinking? Ugh!

They mentioned something on how... Marcel may have fancied Jorden.. I wonder if that's true.. How do they know each other? What if th- OH GOD!! This huge flash of lightning lit up my whole room. Dear Lord, the thunder is co-

*BOOM, CRASH, BAM*

Holy shit! I give up! I push the covers off my body and swing my legs over the side of the bed. I can't stay here alone. I can't stand it when I'm at my house (all alone) during a storm. So, while panicking, I run out of my room and diagonoly cross the hallway. I knock on his door. Of course, when I need him the most, he doesn't answer. It's locked so I can't run in. Enough waiting. My feet try and keep up with my body as I run to the door next to it. I knock. I wait.

*CRASH*

I jump, scared to death. I can't do this. Of course, as I open the door it creaks. Why? When my I eyes finally adjust to the lighting, I tip toe over to his bed. Poor thing, probably can't sleep. He's sprawled across his bed, right leg hanging off and right arm under his pillow. He's still beautiful.. Even asleep.. Ew, with drool running down his face. Gross. -gag- aha!

"Hey," I wisper, "Please wake up!" He tosses and turns, me shaking his shoulder. His eyes flutter open and he has a confused expression on his face.. I wouldn't blame him.

"Kayla?" his voice is all groggy and raspy. Amazing.

"Harry, I can't stand this thunder," I wisper. "I'm scared.." Ugh, that's embarrassing!! He chuckles.. Great..

Harry moves on the opposite side of the bed. "Here, close the door and you can sleep in here."

On command, I close the door and walk over to the bed. As getting my side situated, I feel a pair of eyes burning through my skin. "What are you looking at?" I giggle.

"Oh, you know, just enjoying the view, darling," he jokes.. Well I think he is joking, anyway... I look up at him and tilt my head, wondering what he means. His eyes trail down my body. Shit. I totally forgot I was only dressed in my bra and panties!

"Ugh, typical Styles.." I roll my eyes. "Do you have a shirt or something?"

(gif of Harold SHIRTLESS to the side)

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Hey lovelies!! So, 2 chapters in 1 day, eh?! How's that for you? I'm working on Chapter 9, don't worry. Haha! Time to bring on my ninja skills! Wampa! Chunga! Plumpity-plump! LOL! Anyway, please VOTE if you like it, COMMENT your thoughts, and READ the black bold crap at the end of each chapter!! Who knows, it may be life threatening. Anywho, the stuff I have on chapters before this, answer the questions please! It really helps me get an idea of what you like to read. Gracias!!

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