Versace

Chapter 24

Kally's P.O.V
~The next day~
Cheerleading practice was over and I felt like I failed, I just did. Instead of doing the cheers with my right hand, I have to do it with my left, unfortunately, it was really hard. It felt extremely uncomfortable. At the moment, I'm so nervous for tomorrow, it's not even funny. Luze drove me home and decided to stay until Harry got back. We were just sitting on the couch, talking about tomorrow and how nervous we were. I decided to talk to her about my dad since talking about tomorrow just made me more nervous. "My dad died.." I whisper. "Really?" She gasps. "Yeah, kind of glad though, cause now he can't hurt me." I say. "True, when's the funeral?" She asks. "Sometime next week, they'll tell me, even though I don't want to go at all." I say. "Why not? Your family's going to be there." She says. "Exactly why I don't want to go. There's going to be people there that I haven't seen since I was seven, it'd just be awkward." I whisper. "They'll be happy to see you, though." She says smiling. "No they won't, half of my family don't even like me." I mumble. "Oh come on, I bet they do! Why do you think that?" She says. "I don't think, I know. Some of them even said it to my face." I whisper. "Really? Like who?" She asks. "Mostly cousins, some aunts." I say. "Wow. Maybe they've changed." She says nodding. "Probably, but I doubt it." I say. "Hmm." She hums. "I mean, I kind of do want to go, and then I don't." I say shrugging. "I understand." She says. I hear the door open and it's Harry. "Look! Harry's here!" Luze says. "I see." I mumble. I haven't really spoken to Harry ever since last night. I don't know why. Maybe it's because he waited so long to tell me. Not that I cared about my father dying or anything. I hated him. "Uh, okay.." She says, I don't say anything. "Thanks for watching her Luze." Harry says. "You're making me sound like a child when I'm not. I'm nineteen. I can watch over myself!" I snap. "I'm just trying to protect you, alright?!" He snaps. "Okay, that's my cue to leave." Luze says. She grabs her purse and says a quick you're welcome to Harry, then leaves. "Look what you did, she probably doesn't want to come over here anymore." He grumbles. "Shut up!" I snap. "Why are you mad at me?! It's not my fault your dad died!" He screams. "I never said it was!" I yell. "Well you're acting like it!" He says. "I'm sorry.." I whisper. "It's okay.." He whispers back. "Do you trust me?" He asks. "Of course." I say. "Okay then, we'll get through this, okay? I promise." He walks over to me, he sits next to me on the couch. "Okay.." I say nodding. He smiles and kisses my lips. I smile into the kiss, making him smile too. I pull away and smile. "I love you." I say. "I love you too." He says. He leans in and kisses me again, I kiss back. I pull away again and smile some more. "So, how was the interview?" I ask. "It was good." He says. "Good." I say nodding. "So uh, sex appeal, huh?" I say. "What?" He snorts. "I saw this picture of you guys in an interview and you guys were talking about sex appeal." I giggle, he just gives me a funny look. "Louis said that's sex appeal right there and you were like yeah it is with a very creepy smirk on your face." I say. "Oh." He chuckles. "Yeah.." I say. "So, I heard you went on a trip to an art museum." He says. "Yeah, I did." I say. "How was it?" He asks. "Okay I guess, I drew another picture of you, and then a few pictures of random things." I say. "Oh, can I see?" He asks. "Sure." I say. I grab my notepad off of the coffee table and opened it to the picture of him. "Good job, Kitten." He says. "Thanks, and here are the other drawings." I say showing him. It was pictures of nature and stuff like that. Nothing important. "Those were good Kitten." He says with an impressed look. "Thanks, Haz." I say smiling. Harry's phone starts ringing. "Uh, I'm just gonna take a good guess here, Paige?" I say. "Yeah." He says. "Go ahead and take it. I know you want to." I say shrugging. "I'm sorry." He kisses my cheek and goes upstairs, taking the phone call. Paige was doing great about not calling here. I guess she couldn't resist. I guess she missed the sound of Harry's voice. He comes back downstairs and sits next to me again. "What'd she want?" I whisper. "Nothing really.." He says. "Are you still going to the party tomorrow?" I ask. "Yeah, are you sure you don't want to go?" He asks. "Well I do, but she's going to be there." I say. "Just ignore her." He says shrugging. "Trust me, it's not that easy." I say. "Why not?" He says. "Because, she'll be all over you which will make me mad and jealous." I say. "Don't worry, I won't let her." He says. "Good." I say. I kiss his cheek and he smiles. "I love you Bear." I say. "I love you too, Kitten." He says. "By the way, she said sorry about losing your dad." He adds. "How did she know about my dad?" I ask, scrunching my eyebrows together. "I told her.." He whispers. "Why would you tell her something like that?" I spat. "I don't know!" He says. "You know what? Fine. If you want to tell her my business, then fine do it, I don't care." I say. "I'm sorry.." He whispers. "It's whatever." I say. I get up and go upstairs. Why would he tell her something so personal? Well, I mean, at least I thought it was personal. But still, it doesn't matter. She had to find out from twitter or tabloids like everyone else. I get a phone call, not really wanting to talk to anyone at the moment. I look at my phone. It's my mother.