I'm loving the pain
I never wanna live without it
So why do I try?
You drive me insane
Now we're screaming just to see who's louder
So why do I try?
One great man once said, "If you can't tolerate your brother, kill him". Who that great person is, you ask? Well, that would be me. I was so close from stomping out of my office and barging into the room beside me to commit a felony that could land me a life imprisonment. That would be murder if you hadn't guessed that already.
"ADIN! SHUT THE DAMN MUSIC DOWN!" I scream my head off banging my fists on the wall that we share.
We were currently having our summer break, which meant no school. But sadly, it also meant no fun because Adin and I were in office learning how to run a business and not convert a multicorp. Into an arcade. Adin had different plans.
He was right now sitting in his office, with a pizza box on the desk, a soda in his hand and blasting Taylor Swift songs. Why Taylor Swift you ask? Because I hate her. More like hate her music. She is beautiful and all that but I have heard her name and songs more than I have heard my own name in my entire time. I feel overwhelmed by swiftie-fever.
Obviously, my screaming has no effect on Sir Nuthead, because I don't notice the volume dropping nor the vibrations subsiding which are causing my precious coffee to spill.
With full intentions of killing him, I pull my door open so hard that I'm afraid it didn't get off its hinges. I take one step out of my office and smack face-first into a deliciously smelling specimen, also known as Arnav Singh Raizada.
The breath is literally knocked out of my lungs due to the impact and my nose kind of hurts. Ow!
I look up to meet the browns that have been haunting me since my birthday. He didn't seem any different. Mostly because he still held that stupid smirk on his stupid face. Gosh he looks hot with it and that annoys me to no ends.
I take a step back before I start smelling him like a raged hound. That sure would be awkward. I pull a tight-lipped smile on my face, not knowing how to act after the last encounter we had. To be honest, I sure was expecting an apology from him for crashing into him. But the chances of that happening was slimmer than pasta sheets.
Pasta sheets.
I sure could eat some pasta sheets. I really am hungry. I could call in food from that new Italian restaurant that just opened around the corner. Or I could ask Adin to run an errand and bring a take out. Honestly, I'd rather let Adin go. That way I can have some peace.
Wait a second. Is that Shake It Off?
God, I'll kill that boy. I'll cut his head off and decorate my office with it. I'll feed the rest of his body to all those skanks that look at him like they are starved since a century. That would be good. If mom and dad asks, I'll tell them that he got lost. He used to do that when he was little, I remember when..
"Khushi?" Someone interrupts my trip down to the memory lane.
I look up to glare at the intruder and find Arnav looking at me with a concerned as well as an amused expression. Is that even a combination?
I really should stop eating those sugary cereals for breakfast. They make act like a crazy person.
"Oh, hey Arnav! Wassup?" Really?! Wassup? That's all you've got Khushi.
"Hey Khushi. I was just looking for you." He says smiling. Genuinely.
Ok. Now I'm afraid. What does he want? Why is he being so nice?
"What for?" I ask nervously.
"I was wondering If you'd like to have lunch with me? I was kind of hungry and didn't really want to ask that Swift crazy guy you call brother." He asks chuckling.
Uh, Straight forward much? And did he just ask me out on a date?
I stare at with my mouth agape.He has the nerve to look amused.
"Oh. I'd love to but I'm not hungry so I'll pass." I try making a quick exit but he pulls me back with my elbow the same time my stomach grumbles.
Thank you, stomach!
"Your stomach begs to differ." He says smirking.
I redden with embarrassment of being caught in a lie.
"C'mon cupcake, I won't bit." He says trying to look reassuring but just ending up looking like a cocky piece of hotness.
Yeah, you don't bite. You just kiss.Which makes me go crazy and do stupid stuff like put my jacket in the fridge. I actually did that. My mom gave me concerned looks for a week.
I don't even have the time to think it through before he grabs my hands and entwines our fingers together, pulling me towards the elevator.
While I'm still recovering from the whole hand-holding thing, he starts speaking.
"Great! I was thinking Italian. I know you love it. I asked your mom." He looks over his shoulder smiling at me.
Why would my mom tell him that and why would he even ask her?
The elevator door opens and he quickly pulls me inside.
"I know this great place that opened up recently, you'll love it," He squeezes my hand and gives me a sexy smile that I would have appreciated had I not been having a heart attack!
We finally are in the lobby and walk across it towards the exit. I'm very much aware of all the attention we are getting. Thanks to his giant hand holding my shivering and cold one. I swear I'll die if he keeps on giving me these heart attacks.
I don't understand what changed in all the time we were apart. He seems more genuine, caring even. And that's saying something considering our very own bad boy's reputation.
We stand in the parking lot while he finally releases my hand and goes to fetch his car.
But not before pecking my cheek.
Again.
And I realize I haven't uttered a single word since he took me along like his girl.
His. Am I?
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Sooo
I'm back I guess.
I won't go into much detail of how much of a slacker I am and hoe people hate me
But for those who stayed with me until now,
I LOVE YOU đł
Love you munchkins!
~Mrs.HarryStyles~
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