Running [h.s.]

twenty five | luna

Have y'all recovered from the past few chapters? I haven't.

Also, I'm curious to hear who you guys picture Mackenzie as, comment who you imagine her being.

As I lazily open the front door and step inside my apartment, I see Mackenzie frantically pacing back and forth across the kitchen. Her eyes snap to me, wide with concern, and she looks absolutely furious.

"Luna! What the fuck! Where have you been? I've called you a million times!" She screams, coming over and wrapping her arms around me.

I hug her back, feeling terrible that I never filled her in on my whereabouts last night. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry, Mack. I didn't check my phone at all last night or this morning," I tell her.

She pulls away from me, resting her hands on my shoulders as she stares intensely into my eyes. "I was worried sick. Nobody knew where you ran off to and I was concerned after what happened with that shithead Lucas," she says. "Where were you?"

I blush, breaking our eye contact and staring at my feet. "I stayed at Harry's," I admit softly.

Mackenzie's eyes nearly pop out of her skull as she uses her hands to shake my shoulders violently. "YOU STAYED AT HARRY'S?!" She squeals. "Bitch, tell me everything!"

She runs over to the kitchen table and takes a seat, pulling out the seat next to her for me to sit. I hurry over and sit down, feeling embarrassed to gossip with her about Harry. "Nothing happened, really. We just kissed," I explain.

"What do you mean 'nothing happened,' you fucking kissed Harry Styles!!!" She says. "Was it amazing? Was it gentle? Aggressive? Is he good with his tongue? Where did he put his hands? Bitch, you are living my dream; I need details!!" She shrieks, causing laughter to escape from my throat.

"It was passionate," I tell her, "I've never been kissed like that before." I blush profusely as I recall last night. "It was definitely more aggressive than the first time," I add.

"The first time?" She asks. "You mean you kissed Harry Styles before last night and you didn't fucking tell me?!" Her tone isn't angry, she is just over-the-top with her obsession over Harry.