Chapter Three
The smell of the steaming cup of tea wafted up my nose as I poured some milk into my pink spotted mug.
"Can I have one of those please?" Without speaking I got another mug and poured his tea remembering he liked it three quarters hot and the last quarter I poured in cold filtered water so it wasn't too hot. I handed him his tea and he sipped it and smiled at me. "What?" I asked annoyed. He then looked me up and down and I turned around realising I still had hardly anything on, I ran into the bedroom and came out wearing my long grey Christmas cardigan which was tied around my waist the only thing on show now was my collar bone and legs. I grabbed my cup of tea which was still searing hot and walked into the bathroom and slammed the door, I turned the lock so he couldn't come in. Finally some time to myself and I perched on the edge of the cold toilet seat and just gave in, before I knew it my breathing became heavy as tears spilled from eyes. How had I got myself into this mess, how could I be so stupid. As the tears carried on falling I turned the shower on and stripped off. The hot water felt good against my skin, it relaxed my tense muscles and I could finally think properly again. Okay so I needed a plan of action I thought. In the end I decided to just tell the truth there's no point in lying anyway, I was a terrible liar and Louis could tell when I was lying. Sighing, I carried my petit frame out the shower and looked at my self in the mirror. My long, thick, wavy chestnut hair hung past my breasts, it wasn't as curly as Harrys but the waves looked styled so I never really bothered to do much more to it. My big green eyes shone and my milky skin complimented my small pink lips. I was lucky to have the figure and sense of fashion I did. I had a small face which was in proportion of my body the only problem was my height I was only 5 foot 2 which I've always hated. I don't think I am pretty but I don't think I am ugly either.
With a towel wrapped around my body, I finally came out the bathroom but Harry was no where to be seen. There was a piece of paper on the table, I walked over and picked it up and read the scrawly handwriting. It read...Dear Kay, Sorry for everything I've missed you, call me? Love Harry. X
I scrunched the paper up in my hand and threw it in the bin. Did he think he could just come here and just say sorry and everything would be okay? Well he's wrong, it's not okay, the situation is worse than ever. He thinks that because X-Factor is over that everything is forgotten? Well its not. The radio blared out as I turned it on; Chris Moyles was rambling like usual but it always cheered me up.
As I finished getting ready I sang along to the tunes that were playing on my iPod. Today I decided to go with a simple jean and oversized knitted sweater combo with some accessories and my uggs. I slung my Guess bag over my shoulder and headed out the door I ran down the stairs, I never used the lift, it's good exercise to take the stairs and pushed open the heavy door to my building and smiled as the evening air hit me, I walked down to our usual bar which was situated in-between a few shops, it wasn't too posh but it reeked with character, me and the boys found it one day when it was raining and have been going there ever since. When I walked in my eyes wandered and I saw Louis waving from the corner, he smiled as I walked over and I bent over to kiss him on the cheek and hugged Hannah.
