Summer Love

Chapter Four

“Hey, uhmm… since we have a huge break and the other boys are gonna stay here for a while, Harry and I are hosting a party tonight. Will I see you there?” Zayn poked his head in the room.

“Of course you will.” I winked.

After, Zayn left I called Kyayra because she texted me just about a million times telling me that she had big news to tell me. I crossed my legs on the bed and hummed a song.

I continued moving positions, growing impatient. I laid down on my back and rolled over on my stomach.

“Ugh,” I groaned. “Kyayra answer!” 

I called her again and she answered the phone panting and out of breath. I heard a guy’s voice in the background. Kyayra giggled at whatever he was saying.

“Uh… Keke, you’re not…” I trailed off not really knowing how to respond to what I just heard.

“No, no! Of course not I was just… erm… Nevermind that. What’s up?”

“Nothing, but I just saw the thousands of texts you sent me and decided now would be a great time to call you… but I guess not…” I laughed softly.

“I told you I wasn’t doing whatever you thought I was just padjhlsjdhdmmhm…” Kyayra mumbled the last few words. “Huh?” I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.

“Okay never mind well the big news I wanted to tell you was that…” She paused for at least a minute. “Tell me!” I yelled. “Okay, okay.” She laughed.

“I’m coming to London!” My eyes widened. I didn’t know what to say. I was so happy I was speechless. “What… when… are you… are you serious?!”

“Uh huh.” Kyayra answered confidently. “When?” I couldn’t contain my excitement. 

“I’m actually at the Heathrow airport as we speak. That’s why I was texting you, so you could pick me up!”

“Oh my gosh! I’m so happy. Okay, we aren’t too far away so just stay put and I’ll call you when we get there.” I ended the phone call and ran downstairs jumping.

“Mum? MUM!? Guess what?”

“What is it sweetheart?” My mum turned to look at me.

“Kyayra is coming!” I smiled. “Really? That’s great, but I’m sure she will have a heart attack once she meets your handsome cousin.” She placed her hand on Harry’s knee. He smirked. Too cocky, that boy. 

“Whatever. I gotta pick her up at Heathrow so could I borrow someone’s car.” I knew exactly what she would say.

“Dear, you don’t have your full license yet. Someone will have to drive you.” I groaned.

“But mum-“

“No buts. Safety first.” I rolled my eyes. 

“Who will drive me?” 

“I’ll drive you.” Harry snickered. “Where’s Matty? Can he drive me?” I asked, looking around as if I didn’t hear Harry’s studious offer.

I don’t need Kyayra getting a heart attack before she even sees the house and everyone else.

“I can drive you.” Harry offered once more, stubbornly.

“I’d much rather someone else.” I looked around the living room. “Anyone?” I pleaded. Everyone shrugged their shoulders. 

“Fine.” 

Harry and I drove silently to Heathrow. Luckily, the drive was only about 20 minutes or so. As soon as Harry parked I’m jumped out the car and headed inside without even waiting for him. I would rather be safe inside when Harry gets ambushed.

“Hey babe, I’m here.” I said as Kyayra answered the phone. 

“Okay, I’m at the baggage claim on the west side.” 

After a hectic and crowded walk around Heathrow I finally spotted her. 

“Keke!” I ran and pounced on her.

“Oh my god! Kat, I’ve missed you. And its been like what 2 days?”

“And 7 hours.” I smiled at my bestfriend.

“Do I get a hug too?” I heard Harry’s voice behind me. Oh God, no. I walked up to him. “Couldn’t you have just stayed in the damn car.” That boy got on my nerves.

“And miss meeting a beautiful girl. No way.” Harry walked past me and started chatting up Kyayra.

I made a gagging noise. “Can you not hit on my best friend?”

“It’s okay, Kat. I don’t mind.” Kyayra batted her eyelashes innocently at Harry, giggling.

“Yes, you do mind. Now let’s go.” I grabbed her hand and dragged her to the car. 

I made sure Kyayra and I both sat in the back, together. Kyayra kept staring at Harry, well the back of his head. That was all she could see from here. I would catch Harry glancing at her though the mirror and it literally made me sick to my stomach.

“So, what have you been doing since I left?” I tried to start a conversation with her to win her attention back. But I was losing.

“I’ve been fangirli- I mean I’ve been applying for some universities.”

“But didn’t we agree to go to the University of Manchester because we both got in?” 

“Yeah, we did but Manchester is so far away. I just wanted to apply to some universities in South Shields, so if things don’t work out I could go closer to home.” I nodded.

“Good idea.” I mentally kicked myself for not thinking of that. “If we do go to uni in Manchester would we buy flats to live in there?”

“Or maybe we could just share a flat because good ones are quite expensive, plus we have to buy food and stuff.” Kyayra suggested. “I mean if you want to.”

“Yeah. Totally, that would be great. You know, I always imagined living in flat together. It would be such a fun experience.”

Kyayra nodded in agreement. “It really would be great living with my best friend.” I hugged her again. 

“Since you guys are talking about all this flat business…” Harry uttered. “Maybe the boys and I could set you up with a meeting with a landlord or a salesperson.”

“Better yet we could just buy the flat for you girls.” He smiled at us through the mirror.

“That would be nice and all but-” Kyayra began to speak but I cut her off.

“Yes. That would be so great!”

“But Kat, they can’t just go throwing around money like tha-“

“It’s okay. Harry offered it and plus he is my favourite cousin.” I smiled at him, innocently. “I thought you said-“

“Oh, shut up and stop being such a party pooper.” Kyayra pouted and stuck her tongue out at me. “Speaking of parties, Harry and Zayn are hosting a party that you are obviously coming to and I can’t wait! It’s gonna be so much fun!” 

“We can go shopping for something sexy to wear!” I winked at her. “Uhm… I don’t about a party…” Kyayra whispered.

“Oh, c’mon babe, don’t be afraid to show your crazy, wild side. Plus all the boys will be there. And some other hotties from Matty’s school. 18 plus!” 

“Fine, but you gotta pick out my outfit for me. I’m not good at this stuff.”

“But you still always look so good in anything you wear. As I said before we must go shopping!” I turned my head to Harry. “Harry! To the mall!”

“Oh no. What have I gotten myself into?” Harry shook his head and face-palmed himself.