Fear
Chapter Nine
~Kirsten P.O.V~
"Wait, she did what?!" I laughed.
"She kicked Niall in the balls in front of everyone and his face turned red like a crayon!" Harry explained laughing as well.
"So, Miranda kicked her future boyfriend in his jolly sack?" I asked jokingly.
"Well, next time he'll think twice about grabbing her bum on the first day of school," Harry calmed down.
I was laying on my bed, my back on the soft silk. Harry had called me -coincidently- right after I finished my homework. He was telling me the story of how Miranda and Niall met, and it didn't start pretty.
"She didn't have to ruin his manhood. Just a tap on the wrist would do," Harry defended.
"No girl likes a boys hands gripping her arse. It's sexist and perverted," I scoffed.
"You like my hands on your bum," Harry said.
I could practically hear the smirk in his voice. I had grown so used to it over the few weeks.
"I don't remember saying that I liked you groping me with those dirty sausages you call fingers," I sat up on my bed.
I reached for my remote and turned on the television. It was on the food channel and I cringed as I saw a man eat the undercooked roach.
"I happen to like my hands very much. You know what they say about men with big hands," I could his grin through the phone.
I stood from my bed and walked to my computer. I sat down in the white chair and logged on. After I opened Google Chrome I answered his dirty remark.
"They say they have big hands?" I guessed jokingly.
"We have huge di-," Harry was interrupted by knocking on my door.
"Kirsten, dear. Open the door," my fathers voice was muffled through the wood.
"Harry, shut up for like ten minutes!" I whisper shouted in my phone.
"Don't you dare hang up on me," he growled.
I remember Harry once told me it was rude to end the call in the middle of a conversation. He said it was one of the things that irked him tremendously.
"Coming, dad," I shouted.
I minimised the window on my computer and walked to the door. My phone was face down so Harry would be muffled and so my father would not see. I opened my door and he stood with a guilty face.
"I'm sorry I have to tell you this, but I have to leave for a few days."
My lips pouted, "Why? Where are you going?"
He sighed, "It's a work thing," he reasoned shrugging.
"You're a dentist," I said blankly.
"Orthodontist," he corrected.
"Like that's even better?!" I asked rhetorically.
"Look, I didn't come here to argue with my daughter. I'm sorry that I have to work to give you what you need," he sighed.
"I don't have everything I need," I mumbled low enough for him not to hear.
I sat back down at my computer and looked down. He walked next to me and bent down. He kissed my head and rubbed my back slowly. I looked up and smiled sadly at him. He mirrored my action.
I actually did hate when my father left. Since my mum was gone, every time he left I felt as though I was losing him, too. When my door closed I picked up my phone.
"I'm sorry," was the first thing Harry said.
"Why are you sorry for?" I asked confused.
"That your dad doesn't realise when your dead on the inside," he replied.
I nodded sadly, but then remembered he couldn't see me. "Yeah, it sucks. But how do you know what I feel?"
"I get that feeling sometimes, too," I could tell he was shrugging off the sadness.
"Let's talk about something happy. I don't like you when you're sad," I shook my head, pouting.
Harry laughed at my words.
"You're too beautiful to be sad," he grinned.
I blushed. I was thankful we were on the phone and he couldn't see me.
"I'm not beautiful," I told him.
I hadn't heard that since my mum died. She was the only who complimented my appearance. Except for Chanel. But she only complimented my clothes, that made me almost smile.
"You're right," Harry agreed.
I was shocked at his words. Was he really that rude?
"You're gorgeous. And most of the time, you're too sexy for me to handle," he corrected.
I giggled at his words.
"That was not funny. I was thinking you thought I was ugly," I laughed.
"You're face is too pretty to joke around with," he told me.
"Thank you," I thanked quietly.
"Don't be so shy, now," he laughed.
"What were you saying before? About men with huge hands?"
I typed in my Tumblr password and looked at the images that displayed on my dashboard.
"Just that we have humongous dicks. Nothing special," he said nonchalantly.
I snickered at this and covered my mouth with my hand. I blushed and my ears felt like hot rocks were thrown at them.
"That's disgusting you, pig!" I laughed, "Ugh."
His last sentence sent me over the edge, and I gasped before laughing at his crude humor.
"I could show you how humongous they are. But since my hands are like sausages, I don't think you could handle the size of Harry Jr."
"Wait, she did what?!" I laughed.
"She kicked Niall in the balls in front of everyone and his face turned red like a crayon!" Harry explained laughing as well.
"So, Miranda kicked her future boyfriend in his jolly sack?" I asked jokingly.
"Well, next time he'll think twice about grabbing her bum on the first day of school," Harry calmed down.
I was laying on my bed, my back on the soft silk. Harry had called me -coincidently- right after I finished my homework. He was telling me the story of how Miranda and Niall met, and it didn't start pretty.
"She didn't have to ruin his manhood. Just a tap on the wrist would do," Harry defended.
"No girl likes a boys hands gripping her arse. It's sexist and perverted," I scoffed.
"You like my hands on your bum," Harry said.
I could practically hear the smirk in his voice. I had grown so used to it over the few weeks.
"I don't remember saying that I liked you groping me with those dirty sausages you call fingers," I sat up on my bed.
I reached for my remote and turned on the television. It was on the food channel and I cringed as I saw a man eat the undercooked roach.
"I happen to like my hands very much. You know what they say about men with big hands," I could his grin through the phone.
I stood from my bed and walked to my computer. I sat down in the white chair and logged on. After I opened Google Chrome I answered his dirty remark.
"They say they have big hands?" I guessed jokingly.
"We have huge di-," Harry was interrupted by knocking on my door.
"Kirsten, dear. Open the door," my fathers voice was muffled through the wood.
"Harry, shut up for like ten minutes!" I whisper shouted in my phone.
"Don't you dare hang up on me," he growled.
I remember Harry once told me it was rude to end the call in the middle of a conversation. He said it was one of the things that irked him tremendously.
"Coming, dad," I shouted.
I minimised the window on my computer and walked to the door. My phone was face down so Harry would be muffled and so my father would not see. I opened my door and he stood with a guilty face.
"I'm sorry I have to tell you this, but I have to leave for a few days."
My lips pouted, "Why? Where are you going?"
He sighed, "It's a work thing," he reasoned shrugging.
"You're a dentist," I said blankly.
"Orthodontist," he corrected.
"Like that's even better?!" I asked rhetorically.
"Look, I didn't come here to argue with my daughter. I'm sorry that I have to work to give you what you need," he sighed.
"I don't have everything I need," I mumbled low enough for him not to hear.
I sat back down at my computer and looked down. He walked next to me and bent down. He kissed my head and rubbed my back slowly. I looked up and smiled sadly at him. He mirrored my action.
I actually did hate when my father left. Since my mum was gone, every time he left I felt as though I was losing him, too. When my door closed I picked up my phone.
"I'm sorry," was the first thing Harry said.
"Why are you sorry for?" I asked confused.
"That your dad doesn't realise when your dead on the inside," he replied.
I nodded sadly, but then remembered he couldn't see me. "Yeah, it sucks. But how do you know what I feel?"
"I get that feeling sometimes, too," I could tell he was shrugging off the sadness.
"Let's talk about something happy. I don't like you when you're sad," I shook my head, pouting.
Harry laughed at my words.
"You're too beautiful to be sad," he grinned.
I blushed. I was thankful we were on the phone and he couldn't see me.
"I'm not beautiful," I told him.
I hadn't heard that since my mum died. She was the only who complimented my appearance. Except for Chanel. But she only complimented my clothes, that made me almost smile.
"You're right," Harry agreed.
I was shocked at his words. Was he really that rude?
"You're gorgeous. And most of the time, you're too sexy for me to handle," he corrected.
I giggled at his words.
"That was not funny. I was thinking you thought I was ugly," I laughed.
"You're face is too pretty to joke around with," he told me.
"Thank you," I thanked quietly.
"Don't be so shy, now," he laughed.
"What were you saying before? About men with huge hands?"
I typed in my Tumblr password and looked at the images that displayed on my dashboard.
"Just that we have humongous dicks. Nothing special," he said nonchalantly.
I snickered at this and covered my mouth with my hand. I blushed and my ears felt like hot rocks were thrown at them.
"That's disgusting you, pig!" I laughed, "Ugh."
His last sentence sent me over the edge, and I gasped before laughing at his crude humor.
"I could show you how humongous they are. But since my hands are like sausages, I don't think you could handle the size of Harry Jr."
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12/29/13