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Chapter 32 - Kirsten

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                                                             ●•Kirsten•●

By when I get home it’s nearly 3 in the morning. I don’t feel exhausted, though, just sad. I feel empty, depressed, because that’s what those kids do to me. They’re great, and I’m okay when I’m with them, but when I walk away – and I only do that after the last one has fallen asleep – it feels like I’m empty again. It’s just a shock, and I know I’ll be used to it again the next morning, so I don’t even worry anymore. I don’t even bother to push away a few memories because I know that when I wake up they will be gone on their own.

Lana is asleep, and that’s why I try not to make a sound when I step into the living room, expecting Angel to be asleep as well. As soon as I walk into her room, though, she is sitting on her bed with her legs crossed, looking at me with happiness in her eyes. What happened to the moody girl from earlier?

“Hey,” I whispered, getting closer to her and kissing her forehead. “What are you doing up this late?”

“You know, yesterday you came home early. Did anything happen at the club?” she asked innocently, ignoring my previous question. I swallowed hard, hating that I still had spent my whole day thinking about that night, so the feeling didn’t come back all of sudden because of her words.

“Nope, I just wasn’t feeling quite well, and I wasn’t helping much so Caitlyn asked me to come home,” I told her half of the truth, because I hated lying to her.

“Oh. Okay… So, well, I was waiting for you to come. Harry asked me to give you this,” she handed a small paper to me, and I froze for a moment. Had he told her? Why would he do that? I felt my cheeks flushing again and Angel smiled at me, not saying a word.

“Thanks,” I finally said, grabbing the paper and turning around to avoid her gaze glued on me. “I’m gonna put on my pajamas and I’ll be back in a moment. You go to bed and wait for me.”

Within seconds I was locked in the bathroom, staring at his handwriting on the paper. It was nothing but an adress and the name of some bar plus a little note below it:

“Tomorrow at 9pm. Would love to see you there ;) – Harry.”

Yeah. You would, but you won’t. I seriously hope he doesn’t spend too much time waiting for me, ‘cause it’s gonna be kind of embarrassing standing there all alone for too long. Seriously, what does he think he’s doing? I’m not going out with him, ever. I think I left it pretty clear that I do have a boyfriend. And I told him, I told him not to fall in love with me; if he didn’t want to listen to me, it’s not my problem. It’s not my fault, and I certainly don’t care about his feels. I don’t feel anything but hatred towards him, and it won’t change. He better know that.

Once I was done with my pajamas, I threw the paper away and walked out, going back into the room where Angel was already asleep. Wow, she had waited a lot for me. And for what? Just to give me that stupid paper? Yeah, I bet Harry had begged her to give it to me as soon as I came home so she wouldn’t forget. Bastard.

Sighing, I laid next to her, pulling the cover over us and hugging her tightly before closing my eyes and letting myself fall asleep as well. It was late after all.

“Kirsten! Answer the door, please. I’m busy with dinner,” Lana shouted and I left the sofa against my will, clumsily walking towards where the annoying sound was coming from. I held the knob between my fingers, feeling the cold touch again my warm skin due to the blanket I was wrapped on for something more than two hours. Headache was killing me today.