You're my Kryptonite | H.S

♪ 8 - Issues? ♪

Mackenzie's POV

"ANNE," I shouted, knocking at her door. "WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU DUMP MY SHOES!?"

"WHICH ONES?" she yelled from her room.

"MY VANS," I bawled. "THE ONES I LENT YOU YESTERDAY FOR YOUR DATE WITH NIALL!"

She quickly opened the door and glared at me, holding the shoes.

"Oh," I smirked. "It didn't go well, is that why you're so angry?"

"No," she stuck her tongue out at me like a 6 year old. "It was amazing! And he even gave me his number! I'm angry 'cause YOU WOKE ME UP FROM DREAMING ABOUT US KISSING!"

At that, I burst out laughing. God, she was hung up on that? So stupid!

I patted her shoulder, showing deep remorse. "Don't worry, Grasshopper! You'll get there soon enough.

She shook her head and stormed back inside her room.

Then she opened the door and poked her head out again.

"Why are you wearing those anyways," she asked. "Going somewhere?"

I nodded, putting the shoes on. "Harry's hotel. Gonna meet him. No big deal."

"Ohhhhh," she dragged. "No big deal, eh?"

I glared at her. She was probably thinking it was a date or something.

"No!" I bluntly replied. "This is not a date, you got that?"

She grinned and nodded, closing the door in my face.

Let's head out!

♪

I arrived at the hotel and knocked. No answer. I knocked again. Again, no reply.

"Harry," I screamed. "Anyone?"

Just then, the doorknob opened and standing in the doorway was ... Louis.

"Hey, Louis!" I squeaked.

"Mack," he grinned. "Awesome, come in!"

He pulled me inside, dumping me onto the couch and flopping down next to me.

"So, how are you and Harry going?" he asked, throwing an arm around my shoulders.

"Um, fine, I guess..." I trailed off.

Oh no! Even him!

"We're not dating!" I hurriedly told him.

He nodded, but he smirked, so I was pretty sure he didn't believe me.

"Where's Harry anyway?" I asked, changing the subject. Well, sort of.

"Out!" was Louis' reply.

"Out where?" I pressed on.

"Uh ..." he scratched his head then shrugged. "Don't know! He just said he was going out! Probably with someone."

Someone? A friend? Or is he on a date?

Wait, why am I worried? We're not dating, so why? Eh, probably just because he called me, telling me to hang out with him today.

"So where are the others?" I questioned.

"Zayn went out with Perrie," Louis said, raising three fingers. "Niall's at Nando's, and I think Liam ... well, like Harry, I don't know about him."

"You have a really bad memory," I laughed. "Don't you?"

"Hey, it's part of being THE Louis Tomlinson." he laughed.

I burst into laughter, lightly punching him in the arm.