Secret Love

Chapter 4-Kyles

Kylie's P.O.V.

I wake up at 7 today so I can work out then call Cooper. I go into my work out room. I do 100 sit ups and 100 push ups. I bench press a little then run for half an hour on the treadmill. I go take a quick shower then grab my phone to call Cooper. This isn't going to go well. I know there's a big time difference from here to Montana but I know he'll be up.

I dial his number and wait for him to pick up.

(A/N: C=Cooper and K=Kylie)

C: Hello?

K: Hey Cooper it's Kylie.

C: Oh hey Kyles how's everything going?

K: Ummm not so good...

C: Oh god what did you do?

K: Well...last night Liam and I got into a fight. I thought it was only the two of us in the hall but then the boys came out to see what was going on and some things were said that shouldn't have been...

C: Shit! Kyles what do they know?

K: Just that Liam quit something but not why and then it got physical so they know I can fight really well.

C: Tell them it's kickboxing. He quit kickboxing and that's how you know how to fight.

K: Ok. Thanks Coop!

C: You know I hate it when you call me Coop.

K: And you know I hate it when you call me Kyles and you have called me that two times so far!

C: Touché.

K: Ugh I have to go. Someone is knocking at me door. Talk to you later!

C: Ok just be careful!

K: I'm always careful! Haha love you Coop!

C: Yeah yeah yeah I know, just kidding. Love you too Kyles. Bye.

K: Bye!

*Disconnects call and answers door!*

"Oh hi Harry, Niall." I say.

"Who were you talking to?" They ask at the same time.

"Just a friend from back home. What did you too want?"

"To see how you were doing. Holy shit! Your stomach!! That bruise! Is it from Liam?" Harry asks.

Since I was working out I just had a sports bra on with no shirt do you can see the bruise Liam gave me last night from kicking me.

"Yup!"

"Are you ok? Looks like a nasty bruise to me." Niall says.

"Yeah I'm fine. I've had worse." I say.

My phone rings telling me I have a reminder. I look at it and it says I have a dance practice in half an hour.

"Fuck!"

"What's wrong?" Harry asks me.

"I have dance practice in half and hour and I have no idea how to get there!"

"Well bring you!" Niall says.

"Yeah just got put whatever you have to wear on and meet us here." Harry says.

I run to my room and grab a pair of sweatpants that I put on over my spandex and a t-shirt on. I grab my leotard, pointe shoes, and sneakers just in case I need to do ballet which I doubt.

I run out of my room and follow the boys to one of there cars. Harry drives and I tell him the address. He knows where it is and we're there in 15 minutes.