“Alright Ms. Drakos, your x-rays came back good. As a precaution, I would work your way out of the boot, if you plan on doing a lot of walking in the next day or two, then wear the boot. But if it’s just a little bit of walking you’ll be fine,” Dr. Martin told me as she pulled my x-rays down from the viewer. It’d been 7 weeks since I sprained my ankle at Enchanted Rock and I had to spend the last month and a half wearing a boot everywhere I go. It sucked but it was a good conversation starter when I went out. I thanked Dr. Martin for her work and left the office. I pulled my phone out of my back pocket and went to my favorites where I clicked on a certain popstar’s name before bringing the phone to my ear.

“’Ello,” Harry said into the phone as I climbed into my car. I immediately smiled.

“Guess what?” I said as I started up my car.

“You finally want to bang me?” Harry joked and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“In your dreams, Styles. My ankle is all healed up!” I exclaimed as I pulled onto the feeder road.

“That’s great, Kat!”

“Thanks. So how’s Spain?” I asked him when I quickly exited for my neighborhood.

“It’s good. Lots of beautiful girls here,” Harry said and something boiled inside of me, but I shook it off.

“Is that the only thing you pay attention to?” I asked him with humor in my voice.

“I pay attention to you,” Harry, slowly, said. Harry left a day after we went to Enchanted Rock, and we grew a lot closer during that time he was here. I’d never connected with someone so fast before, and it really scared me.

“Alright, loverboy. You aren’t getting any of my goodies,” I told him as I walked into my house and went straight to my room.

“Don’t knock it ‘til you try it,” he said with humor and I rolled my eyes at him. “Shouldn’t you be back at the shop now and not cuddling with Malley?”

“Did you have a camera installed in my room or something?” I said as I continued to pet Malley.

“No, but that’s not a bad idea. Then I can see you naked,” he joked and I groaned as he spoke. He’s so immature. “I can hear him meowing, dumbass.”

“Ladies and Gentleman, I present to you Mr. Harry Styles, douchebag of the year,” I said in between laughter.

“Thank you, this award means so much to me! I just want to thank the people I was a douche too, especially Katriona Drakos! LOVE YA GIRL!” Harry said, saying the last part in his ‘American’ girl accent.

“When do our paths cross again, Harold?” I said after I stopped laughing.

“Our first show in the states isn’t until June.”

“That’s a whole two weeks away though,” I whined. “I need my best buddy.”

“Where’s Lyla?” He asked and I heard some muffled words on Harry’s end.

“Out with her friends from school,” I told him and he hummed in response. “She’s been acting weird for the longest time lately. It’s like she’s been on her period forever.”

“TMI, Kat. TMI.”

“Sorry, bud. So tell me you haven’t gotten anymore tattoos?” I asked him as I changed out of my sweatpants and pulled on a pair of high waisted shorts.

“I’m sorry, Kitty. I’ve cheated on you, twice,” Harry joked and I couldn’t help but smile.

“What’d you get?” I asked him as I tried to tame my hair.

“A ‘G’ and an ‘A’ in cursive. One on each shoulder blade,” Harry mentioned and I nodded my head as I pictured the tattoos. “What about you? Add anymore to your sleeve?”

“Actually, I have. It’s almost done. I added a really sick rose, half of it is alive and the other half is withered. It’s probably my second favorite,” I told him, looking down at the tattoo I mentioned.

“That’s cool. I can’t wait to see it,” Harry said, and I heard more muffled voices in the background.

“Harry, I posted it on Twitter and you favorited it. You’ve seen it,” I told him with amusement. “Who’s talking to you?” I asked as I quickly put my phone on speaker and changed my shirt.

“I meant in person, dummie. And Niall’s talking to me; I’m not talking to him. He says hi, by the way,” Harry told me and I just rolled my eyes.

“HI NIALL!!” I screamed and I heard Harry curse, I could only imagine Harry pulled the phone away from his ear.

“Was that necessary?” Harry, sternly, said. But I knew he was just joking around with me.

“Yes. Now go talk to Niall, I have to get to the shop!” I chirped into the phone. “Bye, mophead!” I hung up and grabbed my purse before running out to my car and getting in. Ten minutes later and I was pulling into the parking lot behind the strip mall my shop was located in. I climbed out of my car and entered my shop through the back and quickly disabled the alarm.

“Lyla?” I called out as I walked to the front of the shop and turned the open sign on after unlocking the front door. I got no response, so I shrugged my shoulders and threw myself on the couch before pulling up Twitter. I was scrolling through my timeline when I saw Harry tweeted, not too long ago.

@Harry_Styles: I think I’ve gone deaf! Thanks to a certain bird…

I snorted at his tweet before retweeting it and deciding to reply to him.

@SimplyKatLike: @Harry_Styles All that hair you have has already made you deaf! Sorry, I love my @NiallOfficial more than you.

I posted the tweet and five minutes later I received a Twitter notification.

@Harry_Styles: Ouch, Kitty. That hurts, after all I’ve done for you, I THOUGHT YOU WERE THE ONE. Harry tweeted with the crying emoji. I favorited his tweet and put my phone up when I heard the bell, above the door, chime.

“Hey, what can I do for you?” I asked the female who just walked in.

“Yeah I was wanting a tattoo on my back of a dead tree with birds flying out. Can you do that?” Ugh, of course. I’ve done this tattoo 4 times in the last month, what is it with girls wanting this tattoo?

“Right, let me just go draw that up for you. Feel free to lounge around,” I told her as I walked to the back of the shop and got to work on drawing it up. After about 20 minutes I walked back into the front of the shop and got the approval from my first customer of the day.

“Okay, so based on the size and detail of this tattoo it’s going to be about two-fifty, that cool?” I asked her and she nodded her head. I looked around our counter for an information form and saw we had run out. “I’m going to run to the back and get the waiver.” I walked to the back and unlocked the door to our ‘office’ that neither Lyla nor I ever used and as I was moving things around I saw an open condom package. I rolled my eyes, knowing very well who is at fault for this package being back here. I finally found the form and went back to the front where the girl was waiting for me. I finished getting her to fill out the form and brought her to the back where I would spend the next three hours tattooing this dumb tattoo on her back.

I was about half way through the tattoo when the girl spoke for the first time since I started.

"Can I ask you a question?"

I sighed as I wiped away some ink before answering, "I don't see why not."

"Aren't you dating Harry Styles?" She asked and I sucked in a breath while rolling my eyes. Of course, how could I not tell she's a fan of him and the boys. Why else would she be in my shop getting a tattoo from me. After Harry posted a photo of the two of us after I left the doctors on his last day here; I was on his back, both of us had our Ray Bans on, and we were pretending that my crutches were guns; gossip sites went crazy trying to figure out who I was, and by stalking his Twitter account and seeing our tweets to one another and the photo Harry took of Enchanted Rock, that I so happily made a cameo in, they figured out who I was. I gained a lot of followers from teenage, hormonal girls telling me to drop dead.

"No, I'm not. Nor do I want to," I told her as I dipped the needle in more ink. "Dating celebrities in boyband's aren't my thing."

"Oh. Well you two would make a cute couple," she told me before going back to being silent. I inwardly gagged at her comment, because I just couldn't see myself with a guy like Harry. I'm too bad ass and mysterious for him. I'm not histype. Although he's my type, actually, who am I kidding? Breathing guys is my type.

- - - -

After doing about fifteen tattoos today I finally decided to close down shop. I walked to Torchy’s Tacos where I picked up some tacos and then went back to my car where I headed home.

I walked through the front door singing Lana Del Rey’s song ‘Blue Jeans’ to myself. I threw my food on the kitchen table and walked towards my room so I could change into some comfortable clothes. Just as I was walking past Lyla’s bedroom door it flung open and when I shifted my attention to who was opening my mouth fell slack.

“WHAT THE FUCK!” I yelled as my eyes skimmed over Jimmy, who was struggling to pull his shirt on. I looked behind him and saw Lyla, with a shocked expression, hiding herself underneath her blanket.

“Well this is awkward,” Jimmy said as he tried to get past me.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” I, quietly, said as I looked at my best friend, who still hadn’t uttered a word.

“You look good, Kat,” Jimmy, smugly, said before walking out to the living room and leaving my home.

“Kat, I can explain,” Lyla started to say as she began pulling her clothes on.

“How long?” I asked her, trying to keep my composure.

“Kat, just please hear me—“

“How fucking long, Lyla Marie Sanchez!?” I screamed, losing my cool. I crossed my arms over my chest, and I was fuming.

“I—just—six months…” she, weakly, replied. If my jaw could fall even more slack it’d be touching Satan’s ass in hell.

“Get out.”

“Kat, please, listen to me.”

“No! You don’t get to give me a fucking explanation! You slept with Jimmy while I was still dating him!” I yelled at her as I began grabbed her clothes and throwing them in the hallway. “Just get out!”

“Are you really going to let a boy come in between us? We’re supposed to be best friends,” Lyla responded, now standing in front of me.

“Don’t you dare call us best friends after what you just admitted. You are not my best friend. Best friends don’t do what you did. Now get the fuck out of my house!!” I yelled at her as I walked out of her room and into mine, slamming the door shut. I fell to the ground and immediately let the sobs escape. I immediately crawled over to my bed and climbed underneath my comforter, allowing the warmth to strangle me. After crying for 20 minutes I reached into the back pocket of my shorts and pulled my phone out, pressing redial.

“Kat? It’s 5 o’clock in the morning here,” Harry, sleepily, said once he picked up.

“I’m sorry. Did I wake you?” I sniffled into the phone after trying to collect myself.

“Yes you did. What’s the matter, love?”

“Lyla’s been sleeping with Jimmy…” I trailed off, while taking deep breaths. “I found him walking out of her room without a shirt on, and she was naked in her bed.” I heard Harry let a sigh out.

”You and Jimmy broke up,” Harry stated and I laughed, coldly.

“I know, but I asked how long it’s been going on, and she said seven months. Jimmy and I were still together when it started,” I told him and I heard him hiss.

”Shit. I’m sorry, Kat.

“Why are you apologizing? It’s not your fault,” I told him, smiling sadly.

”How are you feeling?” Harry asked and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“I feel like I just found out my best friend has been fucking my ex-boyfriend behind my back.”

”So like shit?” Harry asked, and I could hear the smile on his face.

“You guessed it. She’s supposed to be my best friend. What best friend does that?” I asked him, letting out a sigh as I stroke my cat’s fur.

”A shitty one.”

“I—my life sucks, Harry,” I told him as I sat up on my bed.

”Your life doesn’t suck, Kat.”

“Uh yes it does. My best friend killed herself when she was 13, my ex-boyfriend broke up with me because I wouldn’t fuck him, and my supposed best friend has been fucking previously mentioned ex-boyfriend for seven months. And, I sprained my ankle trying to do something nice for my dead best friend.”

”Okay, so there are some things in your life that do suck, but that doesn’t mean your entire life sucks. You’re a badass tattoo artist living in an awesome city, living life with not one fuck given,” Harry assured me, and I couldn’t help but smile at his words because it’s always funny hearing a British person say fuck.

“Fine. My life has momentary sucky parts to it,” I told him, lying down on my back and looking up at my ceiling. “Was I wrong for throwing Lyla out of my home?”

”Absolutely not. I would have done the same thing if my flatmate slash best friend were sleeping with my current girlfriend or got involved in a secret sexual relationship with her after I broke up. You are not in the wrong, love.

“Thanks, Harry.”

”I’m surprised you didn’t kick her ass. Give her a little black eye, that would have looked great with that ginger hair of hers,” Harry said with laughter in his voice. I could only guess he was imagining Lyla with a black eye, and the thought of it made me chuckle as well.

“I didn’t want to get her blood on me. Do you know how hard it is to get blood out of your clothes? Practically impossible, I tell you!” I said as I threw my free hand up in the air, as if he could see me and listened to him chuckle.

”So why’d you call me? Aren’t there other people in Austin you could have called, that wouldn’t have been half way across the world in another time zone?”

“I wanted to wake you up and piss more people off by being an asshole to them. Duh, Harold. Keep up,” I joked with him and heard me laugh and release a yawn. “I should let you go.”

”Not until you tell me why you called me?”

“What if I hung up on you?” I asked him, arching my eyebrow.

”I’d keep calling until you picked up. Why’d you call me, Kat?”

“I wanted to inform you that you aren’t douchebag of the year anymore, Jimmy and Lyla are.”

”Kat,” Harry, sternly, said

“You’re easy to talk to, and you make me feel better by joking around with me. Not a lot of people get my humor,” I told him, releasing a sigh. “Happy now?” I asked him.

”Yes I am. But I’m afraid I’m going to hang up now because I have to be up in three hours.”

“Alright. I’ll talk to you later, Harry. Sweet dreams, beauty queen,” I told him with amusement in my voice.

“Not funny. It’s beauty king. Sleep tight, Kitty,” Harry said before ending the phone call. I pulled my phone away from my ear smiling. I had a shitty night, but that conversation with Harry sure did make me feel better. I pulled up my Twitter app and decided to post a tweet.

@SimplyKatLike: Could still use a friend, in person, but I guess watching New Girl will have to suffice for the time being.

I scrolled through my Twitter timeline and my eyes fell upon a tweet from Mr. Mophead himself, and when I looked at the time stamp in the right hand corner it read 2 minutes ago.

@Harry_Styles: Sleep tight The tweet read, with a cat emoji attached to the end of it. I smiled before favoriting it and going to post another tweet.

@SimplyKatLike: Sweet dreams, beauty queen.

I smiled before plugging my phone up to its charger and going over to my dresser to change into my pajamas. When I walked back over to my bed I saw I had a text message.

I shouldn’t have to tell you again. It’s KING, WOMAN. –Harry THE KING.

I laughed at his text before putting my phone down and crawling underneath the covers, where my exhaustion finally caught up with me.

Notes

So many errors in this chapter...too lazy to fix. Sorry I took a little longer than expected to post this. After working 21 hours in 3 days, at work, my body slept until 2:30PM today. And it felt GREAT. I also spent the rest of my day packing my things for college, because I leave my good ole home on Saturday. And the feels? There's a lot because I don't want to leave my dogdren (dog children).

Anyways, enjoy the long update and tell me what you think!!

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