Not So Ordinary~ A One Direction Fan Fiction

Chapter 8: Perfectly Unexpected

Chapter 8: Perfectly Unexpected

"So, how was your day?" Angelica asked, smirking, walking about the kitchen.

I was sitting on the sofa, the entire section was soaked with rain and splattered with mud. Harry had given me a quick, awkward hug, a stuttery goodbye and then left back through the bushes a few moments earlier before Angelica pulled me inside, plopping me on the couch. He had looked disappointed and quite frustrated at Angelica, like he had been preparing for a long time to kiss me. But, was I prepared? I dunno. My heart was beating a mile a minute, my hands sweating and my legs, shaky. But now, I was raging mad, trying not to burst. Why did she have to pull me away from something so perfect? 

"Angelica, what do you want from me? What is your problem?" I breathed.

"Nothing! I'm just protecting you, hun!"

"Protecting me?!" I yelled. "From what? What do I seriously need protecting from?!"

"Him." she pointed her thumb to Harry's house. "Pardon me, I mean them". 

"What are you even talking about? What did they do to you? And why on earth did you gather that group of crazy fans to mob their house!" I added, stretching out my hands in anger.

"That wasn't me." Angelica answered, scrolling through her phone, keeping her eyes down.

"Angelica, I saw you."

"Did you? Weird." she replied non-chalantly.

I rubbed at my temples. "They're good people." I sighed.

"I know." Angelica said, then added..."But they aren't safe. They'll ruin you. All of them." she shrugged her shoulders.

I shook my head in disagreement and utter disbelief that she was saying all this. "I thought you loved them." I looked at her.

"I love the idea of them- " she said, simply. "- and so do you. They're just a bunch of superstars and your the cute, little girl-next-door stereotype, caught in the middle that you'll soon be torn right out of." she smiled sympathetically. But it didn't sound sympathetic. "Get some sleep, babe. You must be tired." she whispered, patting my head. "See you in the morning, Laila." And with that, giving me a kiss on my cheek, she left me on the couch, went to the spare room and closed the door softly for the night.

That was so... eugh. It's like she can cast a spell on me that makes me shut up. I was frantic with anger... and then, I was calm. What the hell? She just messed up my potentional kiss with Harry freaking Styles and I didn't even curse at her.  Shes right. I needed some rest. But where was Dorina?

After grabbing a quick snack of honey-peanut butter toast, I tip-toed my way into my bedroom, it was quite chilly and dark. I made my way silently to the washroom, feeling the wall for the light switch, flicking it on. I hopped in the shower, washing off my body, the mud collecting in pools and swirling down the drain.

Stepping out, I grabbed at the towel on the sink, wiping the steamy mirror to check my reflection. My hair stuck to my back, wavy and a dark brown tone. My eyebrows needed some plucking, but I'd deal with that later. I peered at my cupid lips that were chapped beyond belief from the wind. I wish I was as beautiful as Angelica. She was stunning. Maybe, Harry wouldn't of been so hesitant to kiss me if I was prettier. Maybe he would even brag about me, or the other boys would be jealous. I wasn't sexy or beautiful. I was cute, I suppose. But where was "cute" going to get me? Sweeping some chap stick across my lips, I noticed my hazel eyes were puffy and in-need of some sleep. So, I brushed my hair quickly, tying it in a high bun and pulling on a pair of joggers and a tank, I climbed into bed.