Versace

Chapter 38

Kally's P.O.V
~The next day~
Luze and I was shopping at the moment, and we had found lots of things to wear so far. "So, how are you and Nick?" I ask. "We're fine. He's excited that he's going to be a dad." She smiles. "I bet so.." I giggle. "Yeah. How's you and Harry?" She asks. "We're fine." I sigh. "Doesn't sound very convincing." Luze says. "Sorry. I just don't want to talk about it." I say. "Okay." She says. We keep walking, and I get a text. Harry.
"I need you to come back home. Now."
"Why?"
"Because I said. Just please? You'll see when you get here."
"Fine."
"We have to go." I sigh. "Okay, but why?" She asks. "Because Harry wants me to come home for some dumb reason." I shake my head. "Okay." She says. And we leave.
Harry's P.O.V
Kally's mom was here. Why? I don't know. She wouldn't tell me. "Kally's not going to be very happy once she sees you here." I say. "She's never happy to see me. I'm kind of used to it." She shrugs, I sigh. Kally comes back home, and I turn around. "Harry why did you-" She stops herself by looking up, and seeing her mother. "What is she doing here?" Kally says through gritted teeth. "I just wanted to come, and see you." She says. "Why? You just saw me not too long ago!" Kally says. "Well, I wanted to see you again, because I wanted to ask you something." She says. "What?" Kally sighs, and crosses her arms. "I would like to spend more time with you, if that's alright." She says. "Why would you think I'd be okay with that?" Kally says, her mom sighs. "Listen. I just think it'd be good for the two of us to talk to each other again." She says. "Again? What do you mean again? We never even talked!" Kally says, her voice rising. "I understand that, but we can fix that!" She says. "No, I tried to talk to you, but you just ignored me, and left me to be raped by your husband." Kally says. "I'm sorry, Kally." She says. "No you're not! You never were!" Kally shouts. "I think it's time for me to leave.." She says. "Yeah! Go!" Kally shouts. She starts to walk out, but I stop her. "Wait!" I say. Kally and her mom both turn, and face me. I can see Kally's face in her mother's face. "Kally, just give her one last chance. She really wants to be in your life again." I say. "Fine." Kally whispers. "We can spend time together, but that's it." She continues. "Thank you!" She says, and pulls Kally into a hug. It takes awhile for Kally to hug back, but she does. They pull away, and her mother smiles at me. "Thank you." She smiles. "No problem." I smile. She turns around, and leaves. Kally sighs, and gives me a look. "What?" I say. "You know what.." She whispers, and walks off, going upstairs. I understood that Kally and her mother never really got along, but that was her mother, and I would've felt really bad if she came all the way from California just to get rejected. I go upstairs to Kally, and enter the bedroom to see her getting in my sweater. "Please don't be mad." I say. "Why wouldn't I be mad? Harry, you know what she did to me. She left me with that man even though she knew what was happening, and you want me to spend time with her?!" She spats. "Look Kally, she's really sorry about the whole situation. I can tell." I say. "That's what she wants you to think!" She says. "Well, I think she's telling the truth." I shrug. "Whatever." She sits down on the bed, and gets on her phone. I sigh, and sit next to her on the bed. I kiss her cheek, and then her neck. "Harry stop." She says, trying to push me. I ignore her, and kiss her neck more, grabbing her thigh, and squeezing it. "Harry seriously. Stop." She moans 'stop', and I smirk to myself. I bite a part of her neck, her favorite spot to be kissed, she moans my name. I smirk more, and she says, "Did you get another tattoo?" I kiss her neck more. "Yeah." I say against her skin. "What does it look like?" She asks. I pull away, and give her my arm. She twists it a little, and frowns. "A naked mermaid, really?" She asks. "Yeah." I say. "I'm sorry, Harry, I love you to pieces my dear, but that tattoo basically just ruined your whole arm." She says. My mouth opens, and I look at her. "I'm sorry, but it's true." She says. "How? I like it." I say. "Because it's weird. I mean, saggy boobs? Really?" She says. "I'm sorry!" I say. "Oh! And her va-jay jay is showing, she's going to get a yeast infection!" She says, and I lie down, and laugh very, very hard. "Well, it's true." She shrugs. "That was funny." I say, catching my breath. "But on a serious note, I'm afraid of how people will see you now with that tattoo." She says. "Really?" I ask. "Yeah, I mean, I don't anyone to call you a manwhore again." She says. "Oh, I see what you're talking about." I say. "Yeah.." She says. We sit in silence for awhile, and then she grabs my arm, and says, "Booze, really?" I giggle. "Yeah really." I say. "You were obviously drunk when you got those tattoos." She says, I giggle. She turns her phone off, and cusses under her breath. "What?" I ask. "I'm suppose to get to the university early." She says. "Oh. Do you want me to take you? Because I can if you want me to." I say. "Uh sure." She says. At this point, she has her sweatpants on, and her shoes. "Ready?" I ask. "Yeah." She says. We go downstairs, and leave.
Kally's P.O.V
I was in class, and Angie kept giving me dirty looks. "Just ignore her." Amber whispers, I nod. Mrs. Stevens was talking to us about art. I was trying my best to concentrate, but it was kind of hard with Angie giving me nasty looks. I turn my head, and try to listen. This was going to be a long day.
I was at cheerleading practice, and we were taking pictures for the yearbook. I was very excited. We took three group photos, and then I took an individual one. The photographer took two, and then I was done. Some of the other girls did, too, and then we went into the sewing room. A lady was going to fix our skirts because some of ours were too big. She looked at mine, and I had it on. "Wow, this is really big." She says. The skirt was a medium, and I needed a extra small because I was so tiny. "Surprisingly." Angie snorts under her breath. I try to ignore her rude comment. I had already told Mrs. Stevens what she had said to me, and of course, Angie didn't get kicked off the team. Why? I don't know, but she should have. She was done looking at mine, and I take them off, leaving me in my shorts. "Those shorts are too short. Gosh whore." Angie whispers in my ear. I close my eyes for awhile, and try to retain myself. I walk out of the room, feeling like I'm going to cry. And I do. I cry harder and harder. I couldn't let the others see me, so I go into the bathroom. I cry to myself, sitting on the floor, wrapped up into a little ball. "Awe, do you need tissues?" Angie says. I look up at her, and she's smirking down at me. "Leave me alone." I say, wiping my face, and sniffing. "Well, I was just going to give you a present that I know you'll like for sure!" She says. She gets into her purse, and pulls out blades. Coincidence? I think not. "I don't want them." I whisper. "Are you sure?" She says. "Yes.." I whisper. "Okay, well, in case you change your mind, I'll leave these here with you." She sets the two blades down next to me. "See you in a few." She smiles, and walks off. I try to act like they're not there, but it's hard. I can hear them calling my name, telling me to cut. And I do.