Teenage Dirtbag

(Kyla's POV)
I woke up and frowned, remembering the incident last night. Groaning I got up and walked into the kitchen. I jumped. Standing in the kitchen was Harry. Staring at me. I wanted to run away but, for whatever reason, my legs move forward. Dumbass legs, I thought to myself. "Kyla. Kyla. Kyla. Kyla"


"KYLA!" Liam screamed in my face. I shot up and looked around, practically hyperventilating. It was all a dream. I sighed in relief. "You were having a nightmare." He said. I looked at him for a second. "Wait how that fuck did you get in my house?!" I asked. He smiled. "I have my ways..." He said mysteriously. I giggled. "You're a sad, strange little man." I joked. He laughed as he stood up and walked out. I sat up. I have to tell him about the Harry incident, I thought. Before I knew what I was doing, I got up and walked into the living room to Liam watching The Fresh Prince of Bel Air. "Liam?" I asked. "Yea" "Can I talk to you?" "Sure, what's up?" "Um I ran into
Harry last night..." He smile immediately dropped. "What the fuck did he do to you?" He asked a bit over protectively. "Okay easy, Officer Protective!" I joked. "Sorry just he has the tendency to not go easy on girls." I looked at him curiously. "Just forget it." He said, apparently dropping the subject. I just went back into my room and quickly changed into a cute outfit. I wanted to go to the coffee shop.

(Kyla's outfit-Polyvore)

I walked out and went to the living room. "Liam, watch the house. I'm going to the coffee shop." I told him. He told me to bring him a latte. I laughed and walked out to the car as I got in and drove off to Starbucks. I walked inside the huge building. I looked around then saw the person I wanted to see the least. Harry. I froze where I stood.

Notes

Hope you like it!~Socially Awkward