the stranger [h.s]

15

•That's Kiley...•
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Finally, I walked into our empty apartment. It smelt of different kinds of strong perfume and lotions, like always.
I'm sure what I'm going to do at this point. I'm far to upset and frustrated to sleep.
I walk down the hallway to my room and sling my bag across the room and quickly change into a pair of spandex shorts and a sweatshirt. I sling my hair into a pony tail and remove my makeup. Then, I walk down the hallway again this time to the kitchen.
I get a glass of water and slide on top of the counter and pull my phone out of my pocket and check it. One message from Niall.
I open the message quickly, it reads,
'Made it home yet ?'
I reply quickly with, 'Yes! Thank you once again...'
After sending the message i stick my phone back into my sweatshirt pocket and place my empty glass in the sink.
My eyes still burned from crying the whole ride home. I hardly cry, ever. For the most part I'm a strong person.
Out of all the things to possibly make me cry, I'm choosing Harry to cry over.
But it's not just the fact Harry is ignoring me, its also the familiar feeling of not being good enough for someone. Which, I struggled with that through out High School being Kiley's best friend. Everyone went to Kiley and I looked liked a follower.
I hadn't realized I was crying until I felt a tear roll down my face.
I felt my pocket vibrate, I fished out my phone and saw Niall had texted back,
'No problem ! You're great company ! I've gotta go, about to beat Liam in a game of football. Talk to you later ! Night ! '
I locked my phone back, choosing not text back, then walk to the couch. I wrap my self in a warm blanket and flop on the couch.
I'm physically exhausted but my thoughts are not.
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A loud banging noise woke me up. I opened my eyes and saw the ceiling of our living room.
I had fallen asleep on the couch.
The banging noise continued, it was coming from the door. I glance over to the clock and see that it is 4:40 in the morning.
I walk across the living room and open the door, finding Kiley, Lydia and Harry.
"About time you opened up, we've been out here for 10 minutes, gosh." Kiley says pushing past me.
I step back and they all walk past me. Lydia looks annoyed and Kiley is still wide awake. Harry glances over at me and freaking winks at me.
Shit head.
I close the door behind them and walk back into the front bathroom and examine my face, I look hideous.
I grab some toothpaste and a spare tooth brush and brush my teeth in 10 seconds to some what eliminate my bad breath. I don't bother with anything else.
When I walk back into the living room, I hear Kiley laughing from the kitchen.
As much as I know I shouldn't, I walk into the kitchen to 'casually get a bottle of water.'
Harry and Kiley both turn and look at me as I walk in the kitchen.
I make slight eye contact with Harry but quickly look away.
"Oh, your awake? I thought you went back to bed." Kiley said, dropping Harry's hand.
"Nope, not tired anymore." I say, opening the fridge door, grabbing a bottle of water.
"what's your problem?" she ask harshly, making me rage with anger yet again.
I don't even look at her,"I don't have one." I say as I open my bottled water.
"You sure?" she says watching me drink my water.
"Yep." I say, setting my water bottle on the counter and walking out.
I walk back into the living room and find it empty, Lyida must have went to bed.
I sit back on the couch and turn on the television.
I scroll through the channels, trying to find something to watch other than the news.
I decided on some Disney show, that I'll probably change within 5 minutes.
"Wait in here with Collins, I'll be back in a few. Maybe Collins won't scare you away with her case of the grumpies." Kiley laughs, showing Harry to the living room.
'Case of the grumpies' what the hell?
"Nah, she won't scare me off." Harry chuckles sitting down beside me on the couch.
Butterflies erupt in my stomach.
This is certainly not a great situation, I have absolutely no makeup on, I'm in a old sweatshirt and spandex and wrapped in a big blanket as Harry sits next to me on my couch. How did this happen.
"How are you?" he ask awkwardly.
"Great." I reply sarcastically, picking up the remote to change the channel.
"I remember you as being a nicer person, when we talked in the store." he says shifting on the couch.
"I could say the same goes for you." I throw back, still changing the channels.
"What's that supposed to mean?" he ask, raising his voice slightly.
Instead of replying, I just shake my head, with the fear that if I speak my voice might crack due to emotion.
"Collins?" he says, his voice softer.
"Hmm?" I hum as I bite the inside of my cheek to keep the tears back.
"Why are you acting like we don't know each other?" he ask.

He has some damn nerve.

I stand up from my seat, "Me? How about you look at yourself before you accuse me of anything, Harry." I say, trying not to raise my voice.

He just sighs and leans back into the couch.

I look at him and watch him stare at the ceiling.

"Goodnight Harry." I whisper, then walk away towards my room leaving him alone.

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yeah that sucked oh my
& I didn't reread.

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