kardashian | h.s.

right now

i opened the door to the house quietly, not wanting to wake the girls. it was past midnight, so you can imagine my surprise when i heard them talking loudly and laughing from the living room. but i heard another voice too, kendall's.

"kenny!" i yelled as i ran into the living room where the four of them were. i leaped on kendall, "when did you get home?" she laughed at my excitement and i sat down next to her. "a few hours ago, but that's not important. tell us about your date!" she smiled widely as jaz handed me a glass of wine.

i told them the full story in detail and they were all very excited about it. "oh my god, i'm so happy for you, kj." kendall squeezed me tightly. "i told you so." she told me as we hugged. "told me what?" i laughed as i looked at her. she rolled her eyes, "that harry liked you and that you two would end up together! i've been telling you that forever."

"it was one date, ken." i told her and azalea scoffed, "you say that like there won't be another one." lex chimed in, "yeah, we all know you're gonna go out with him again." i blushed, "i mean, if he wants to..." i trailed off and they all started laughing. "oh yeah he's totally not going to want to go out again." jaz laughed sarcastically and i just rolled my eyes. "you never know." i shrugged before sipping my wine.
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"no, mom. we have it all under control. kendall, harry, and i planned it already." i told her for the hundredth time. i was talking to her on the phone while i drove to khloe's house. "well, i know but you never want to have like a big party and i think you should." my mother argued.

"but i already told you, i don't want that. i'm getting enough attention right now from the media. i don't want rumors that justin has caused me to spiral out of control and that i'm now a party girl or whatever." i was getting annoyed at her. she wouldn't drop this and i already told her a ton of times that i'm not going to a club or anything.

"just have a party, kaia. i'll plan it and then the media can see that you're happy and doing well. you're a kardashian, you need to be in the public, it's what we do." she was being so stubborn, and i was sick of it. she didn't even care about what i wanted to do. "i'm staying out of the media and having a low key party at harry's. that's the end of it, mom. have your own party." i snapped before hanging up.

i groaned loudly before turning on the radio to take my mind off of it. "and this next song is from one direction's newest album, 'four', here is 'steal my girl'!" the announcer said and i turned the radio up to where it was blasting.

i got to khloe's before the song ended but i sat in the car until it was done. i took a video of me singing and dancing to it while i was rparked in her driveway, and put it on my snapchat story. i knew the fans would make a big deal of it, since harry and i just went on a date.

i walked into khloe's house and there were cameras. i expected this, because she gave me a warning before i came over. it was just normal to have cameras all around me, so it didn't faze me anymore.

"khlo, i'm here." i called as i closed the door behind me. i went into her living room and sat down on the couch. khloe, mom, and i were doing a yoga class and then getting lunch.

"hi, kaia!" khloe walked into the living room and i laughed loudly at her choice of outfit. "khloe! we're going to yoga, you can't do yoga in jeans and heels." i laughed and she looked down at her outfit. "why not? i look hot!" she shrugged. i just kept laughing. "fine! i'll go change. whatever." she walked back to her room.

she came out a little bit later, in actual yoga pants and tennis shoes this time. "okay, lets go." i stood up and we walked out to my car. "let me drive!" khloe whined when i went to get in the driver's seat.

"eh, i don't know. you did get that DUI before..." i teased her and she grabbed the keys from my hand. "fuck off, i'm driving." she pushed me out of the way and climbed into the car. i giggled as i sat in the passenger seat.

the camera crew placed cameras in the dashboard of my car so they could record khloe and i's drive. "don't crash my car, khlo." i reminded her and she scoffed, "why? you need a new one anyway." i rolled my eyes.

she was right, i needed a new car. the one i had wasn't super old, but compared to the cars the rest of my family had, it was a piece of shit. it was probably about 4-5 years old and it was a total mom car. hell, i'm barely 18 and i have a subaru.

i turned on the radio as khloe backed out of her driveway. i put on khloe and i's song, "love on top" by queen bee. her and i sing along as loud as we can to it and other beyoncé songs until we get to the yoga studio.