The Girl With Lips Of An Angel

I Really Meant It

Kaitlyn

Fuck.

Louis is here, and he heard me sing the song.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuckity fucking fuck.

I literally start freaking out internally. He’s looking at me, his eye brows raised as if encouraging me to talk. I just stare at his beautifully sculptured face, thin pink lips, sparkling blue eyes and I am frozen.

I see a hand wave in front of my face with a few rings and know that it is Harry. He waves it a few times before he pulls his hand away. I am too focussed on Louis to pay any attention to what Harry is doing.

“I think she’s in shock or something,” I hear Harry’s voice say, “Good on you, Lou. You’ve put the poor girl in shock.”

“Well it wasn’t my intention,” Louis tells the curly haired boy.

I watch as Louis walks over to my direction. He kneels down in front of me and places his hands on either side of my face, his warm hands heating up my already flushed cheeks. He looks me in the eye and smiles slightly. My eyes are still wide as fuck, trying to come to terms with the fact that he is actually here.

“Kaitlyn,” He says to me, “I’m really here. No need to be so shocked.”

“I haven’t seen you in months…” I murmur quietly and he nods.

“Yeah, I know right. It’s been ages.”

“I’m just gonna go…” Harry says awkwardly and walks out of the room.

Louis stands up and sits on the piano stool next to me. He rests his left ankle against the cushion of the seat and his right leg draped over the right side.

“What are you doing here?” I murmur.

“I came to get one of Hayley’s guitars because I was going to visit Brianna, the girl who is the instrument organiser while we’re on tour. She was going to tune it for her while I visited. But, I think the more important question is, why are you here?” He asks me with a serious look.

“I’m staying here for a few months,” I say.

“So you’re the infamous KJ that the boys have been mentioning?”

“Yeah that’s me. I’m Jonah’s little sister.”

“Ah, I see,” He says and then pauses for a little bit, “When did you get here?” He asks with furrowed brows.

“Like, five weeks ago,” I say and look him straight in the eye for the first time since he joined me on the stool. His eyes are swimming with different emotions. There is definitely sadness evident and a hint of something else.

“Why didn’t I know you were here?”

“I was hesitant to tell you. I didn’t want to face you after what happened in Australia. I just felt so bad afterwards and I couldn’t see the look on your face, or face any of the words you had to say to me. I’m a coward,” I say and look away from him, “I always run away from things that I cause.”

“Hey, hey,” he says softly and cups my chin and lifts it so I can look him in the eyes again, “That’s not being a coward, that’s protecting yourself.”

“You’re too sweet. But it is just down to me being a coward,”I tell him and he chuckles quietly.

“I just don’t understand why you ran like that. I’ve spent months trying to figure it out, but I just can’t. Why did you run? Why did you run away from me?” He asks with a small voice and it pulls at my heart strings.