It was him. Wait, the man of my dreams just knocked ME over and called ME a worthless cunt? Aw, hell no. Famous and perfect or not, that bitch’s going down. I stood up, brushing my self off, and walked passed him making sure I knocked shoulders with him and muttered, ‘Selfish dick’ once I walked passed him. I felt a strong hand grasp my chin, spinning me around. My brown eyes met his deep green ones. “What was that?” He asked. “I said, selfish dick.” I pronounced the ‘selfish dick’ part, knowing I was spitting in his eye. “What’s that supposed to mean?” He asked, you could see in his eyes the anger that came and refused to subside. “Wow. Dumb one aren’t we?” I asked. Hey, he may have been my idol, but I never lose a fight. “Ugh. I’ll deal with you later. I have to go meet a fan.” He said. He emphasized the ‘fan’ part like I didn’t know he was famous. No, that was about everyone else in my small town. In Port Angeles, we barely even have radio signal. Like seriously, there was this one time… aw never mind you don’t care. “Poor girl.” I said, walking to the bathroom. But the time I got to it, the door swung open and I was almost hit in the face. “Dammit! I missed!” I heard a girl yell and even though I was mad, I could feel the anger leave my body. But it rose back into me when I heard, “Do it again! That hoe needs to be put in her place!” I barged into that bathroom, probably looking scary as hell. I could just tell by the look on their faces. “Say that again? What hoe?” I asked the two blonde bitches. The uglier one, probably under 50 million pounds of make-up, stood up and pushed my shoulder back and yelled in my face, “Who da hoe? Oh you da hoe!” Worst line ever. I laughed to myself. I was apparently laughing loudly because I felt a small hand (yeah I said small) smack my face. “Aw, hell no bitch.” I said, lightly pushing her shoulder, which cause that little twig to fall over. Hey, you don’t have to like me, but if you show it, you’re going down. I walked out of the bathroom, done with their shit. (A/N: Okay, so really, did I just write that? Done with their shit… in the bathroom… wow… okay… off night.) I walked back to the stage, and I probably didn’t look so well. Shit. I saw two stools onstage. One occupied. Great. And the other for none other than… Who? Oh yeah, me. Just great. I dropped my bitchiness and walked onstage. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. That fan he was talking about? Me. Haha, was he informed of this? Oh my god, he is now. Sorry for laughing too loud, Harry. What? I probably scared him. Well, if you were sitting there, and all of a sudden you heard a loud screeching banshee behind you, you’d be scared too. “Oops! Sorry!” I said to a very annoyed Harry. His face was so ‘The hell are you doing here?’ but was he gonna say anything? Nope. Too many witnesses. Wouldn’t wanna break his perfect act. Yup, I’ve got him all figured out. “Kirsten, this is Harry. Harry this is Kirsten.” Simon said, halfway scaring me out of my thoughts. Harry’s POV: Kirsten obviously hates me. I didn’t mean to call her a cunt but it came out. I was a little outta line but she… she was different. When I you know, pushed her, which was on accident, her eyes shimmered with hope but were only halfway shielded by her anger. It wasn’t hate. It was some sort of regret. Like, she was regretting me. In some sort of weird way. Shit! She’s the fan. And I just fucked everything up? Yes? No? Yes. Most defiantly. Wait, what’s this chicks name? I walked out to the stage and was told to sit on the stool on the left. “Harry, the girls’ name is Kirsten, it’s her eighteenth birthday today, and he- what did you do?” Simon asked. “Nothing.” I shook my head, not wanting to talk right now. And if I did, not to him. Not like this. Not about this. But, Kristen, that’s pretty. All of a sudden I hear a loud roar of laughter from behind me, almost knocking me out of my seat. I look back, and it was Kristen. Laughing at something, no one else knew about. Her laugh is so contagious I just want to laugh with her. But I can’t… because of the fact I had to be a dickhead at make her hate me. I quickly got annoyed because she wouldn’t stop laughing, and I couldn’t laugh with her. “Oops! Sorry!” She said. “Kirsten, this is Harry. Harry, this is Kirsten.” So it’s Kierstin not Kristen. She just huffed and sat down next to me. I looked at her to see she was laughing at mouthing something to someone in the crowd. A male. Okay… I don’t know how I feel about that…

Notes

I wrote it like this to show that, even though Kirsten is usually nice, if you get on her nerves. She's only a ticking timebomb. Don't worry. I know what I'm doing. And I spelled Kirsten's name all different ways, on purpose.