Looking For Miranda [Book: 1]

"We're born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we're not alone."

Miranda runs away, love lost, body broken, will she find love? Or will it eventually tear her up inside? Will she ever trust anyone besides her best-friend, or can two boys open her eyes to something she thought she had lost in the past?

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23. Chapter Twenty Two

 

 

"Harry, come out, please." I knocked on his door,remembering what had happened the last time I opened this door. 

"No, go away." The voice was muffled, so I expected that he was face down in a pillow.

I took a Bobby-pin out of my hair and slip it into the lock, just like I had done to get out of my prison. I heard it click, so I turned the knob slowly, trying not to make any noise.

Creaaakkk

Of course the door would creak with my luck. "Shit," I mumbled, but thankfully Harry didn't turn around.

I walked in and tip toed over to the bed. I jumped on top of Harry and smashed my face into his. He broke the kiss after a few seconds, "I thought you said I couldn't kiss you?" I smiled, "Yupp, but I didn't say I couldn't kiss you."

"Well played Evans, well played. But you know, surprises turn me on." He kissed me again, I knew that this was wrong, that I would end up breaking, but it just felt so right. "I. Hate Surprises." I said in between lustful pecks. I was stuck in the moment and I didn't notice the time when we were done, "Ah fuck, it's nine thirty."  

We had been kissing for at least thirty minutes. "I have to go, don't tell anyone, please." I ran out the door and back to my house, slamming the door afterwards.

"Well hello to you too." I went and sat at the island, grabbing a chip from Trent's bowl. "Hi." I blatantly replied.

"Where were you just? And exactly why did you slam the door?" She punched my arm. 

"I was out, and I'm frustrated." "Well no shit, Sherlock. What happened?" I had to tell her.

"I went over to see Harry." She was disappointed in me. "You shouldn't have, why?" 

"I needed to talk to him, tell him we could only be friends."

"Good, good, but what did he do?" 

"He asked me if he could kiss me." "Oh my god, Miranda! What did you do?" 

"I said no, and then he left. I ran after him though." "You and I both know damn right that you shouldn't have done that, you fuckhead! What really happened." 
"I kissed him." 
"WHAT!?!?!?!?" She shot up. "And I may have made out with him for half an hour afterwards, it's no biggie." I shrugged, hoping she wouldn't hear my whisper.

But, her being Trent, amazing hearing. She heard. "That was absolutely the most stupid thing you could have done. I can't believe you, Miranda! What about Niall?" I didn't know how to reply.

"Well, I don't know, I still like him, but I guess not as much?" It wasn't true, I still liked him, but not as much as Harry, that's what I meant.

"Harry seems to always get the girls. Maybe you should try to give Niall a bigger chance?" I nodded, she was, after all, right.

"I think I will, I'll just need to stay away from Harry while doing so. Do ya think you can help?" "Yeah, I think I can manage." She threw her arms around me and pulled me into a hug, "I would do anything for my best friend!" 

"Ditto girl, ditto." We went upstairs and went to bed, it had been a long night.

 

I woke up the next day with Trent on my laptop, searching something. "Hey, whatcha doing?" I yawned and walked over to her, she shut the lid quickly.

"Nothing." She lied, "Yes you were, you wouldn't mind if I had seen it if it was truly nothing. C'mon, I'm gonna find out sooner or later." She handed me my laptop, defeated.

"I was planning a date for Niall and you." She hung her head.

"Aww, what is it gonna be?" She smiled this time, "I was planning on you two going to the pier." I always had wanted to go there, it was perfect!

"Well, I didn't hear or see anything. " I winked and took a shower, putting on black and white pinstriped pants, an "I <3 The Band" T-shirt, and my black Vans.

"Well missy, you look smoking." I shook my head, "I know." She hit me with a pillow.

"Heeyyy! Watch the merchandise!" I threw it back at her, running out the door before she could attack me.I walked out the door, going to buy a new phone.

I drove to the store (not specifying which ;)) and ended up with a new iPhone 5. Cool!

"Can you get all my contacts and pictures?" I was hopeful. "Yes, ma'am. I believe we can." I think I squealed because people looked at me.

"Here you go." He handed me the phone and I decided to get a case, because I was most likely going to drop it. 

I went to one of those tacky phone cover shacks and I got one, of course, with Spongebob and Patrick blowing bubbles on it. 

What could I saw, I was very immature for my age.

I decided to go out and eat, so I headed to Arby's and I couldn't believe what I was seeing. 

I saw Molly, the girl who hated me throughout high school, until I left, with Niall Fucking Horan.

"Hey," I walked up to them, I saw a flicker of recognition in Molly's eyes, and then hate.

"Hi, Miranda." Molly looked like she was going to kill me, because I don't know why, but she hated me. As I said before.

"Oh, hi, Molly is it?" I pretended I didn't remember her.

"You two know eachother?" Niall looked bewildered.

"Yes, we knew eachother in high school." I tried to smile, but it pry looked pitiful.

"We didn't really get along though." She added. "So, how do you two know eachother? I mean, you're, Molly, and Niall is Niall fucking Horan." I spat her name out. 

"We just bumped into eachother and I spilled my ketchup, we started talking." She sounded like it happened to her everyday, she was popular and I knew, obsessed with 1D too.

"Ahh, I live next to him." I smiled and plopped next to Niall. "I think I have to go, bye Nialler." She stood up and brushed her hand over his shoulder, while basically pushing her boobs into his face when kissing him on the cheek, "Call me." She whispered just loud enough for me to hear.

"Bitch please!" I yelled after her. She shot me a death glare.

"What was that about? Does she think I like her? I just felt bad about her shirt, so I bought her a shake!" He threw up his hands in frustration.

"Well, she kinda hated me. And I hated her whole 'group'" I sighed. "But I didn't let it get to me." "Aww Miranda, I'm sorry, want to get out of here?" 

"Aw hell naw! I want to eat man!" I started eating my roast beef sandwich. "I can respect that." He took some of my fries.

"Again, hell naw, bro!!!!!!" I smacked his head and shot ketchup at him, yeah, try and take my food.

"My shirt!" He started getting me all ketchupy and we got kicked out eventually.

"Haha, we seem to get into alot of trouble together." I winked and he pulled me over to a tree.

"I've been wanting to do this since you made that joke about balls." He put his arm above me and leaned down to my lips.

His soft, salty lips brushed mine, making me want more. He finally connected them fully, and it felt so right.

They fit like puzzle pieces, perfect, and I had to explore his mouth. Taking charge, I pushed my tongue into his mouth, battling for dominance.

I always win, and I did, I felt every inch of the inside of his mouth.

We pulled apart, gasping for breath, "I was supposed to be the one exploring your mouth!" He pouted, crossing his arms. "Wanna?" I crashed my lips into his and he gained entrance, but he had to fight for his territory.

I finally pulled away just as he was winning, or should I say, me letting him win.

"Bitch." He mumbled, but we got in our cars and decided to drive home.

I turned on the radio, and of course, Little Things came on. 

I sang along as I drove, basically screaming Niall's part.

Oh me.

 

 

 

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