Perfect Stranger

Kylie Jenner flees to London to get a break from her life in the spotlight but here she meets old friends and somehow it ends up being even crazier than the life she left in Los Angeles…

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23. Chapter 22 - „Sort of feels like I'm running out of time”


Chapter 22 - „Sort of feels like I’m running out of time”

 I was lying on the couch in my pajamas watching a reruns of Keeping up with the Kardashians (not even kidding), as Hailey finally emerged from her room. „Oh my god, I’m so freaking hungover,” she complain as she sat down. „And I went to check on Shamari - he’s just lying there completely still and just staring at the celling. He said that every time he moved the room span as well,” she laughed which made her even more nauseas so she got up the get us both a coke. 

„Thanks,” I replay and gulped it down. „So I didn’t even notice you getting back last night, I kept my door open but I must have been passed out. When were you back?” She asked focused on the TV screen. „I came back pretty late. No, I tried being quite I didn’t want to wake either of you guys,” I replied with the lie I had already rehearsed. I didn’t want to lie. I was a very honest person, but Zayn and I had agreed on keeping this agreement between the two of us. The deal was quite simple actually. Whenever one of us needed some distraction we would just text the other person, so I guess you could say that we had agreed on a kind of friends-with-benefits-relationship. Except one thing. We weren’t friends.


„I meant it when I apologized though” Zayn stated while we both got dressed. „I still can’t tell you when it went from me explaining how I had felt like a complete jerk even though I tried not to care to the two of us fucking. All I remember is that since both of us had been avoided social media after we heard the pictures were out we went on Twitter together just to see. Damn that was bad. They were trashing both of us,” He looked up at me and it was probably because of the look in my eyes he changed the subject. „Somehow we just ended up having mind blowing sex and agreeing on repeating it as often as possible,” he said cheekily.


As I thought back on Zayn and my last conversation before I managed to sneak out of their apartment and in to mine unnoticed and felt the need to know preciously what people were saying behind my back. I googled our names and quickly found an article on Perez Hilton’s gossip site. He wrote about the fans who spotted us leaving the apartment and who apparently we had been all lovey dovey, holding hands, kissing, etc. As if. I couldn’t stand him then. Or now for that sake.

Twitter wasn’t much different. I was mentioned in so uncountable many tweets that I eventually gave up on ready them all - but the ones I did read was horrible. Everyone was writing about how I was such a hore for breaking up their fucking favorite engaged couple and how it obviously couldn’t be Zayn’s fault since I was so fake and such a bitch.

At the end of the night I went to bed determent not to let the haters get to me. I would never understand how people were able to judge someone that quickly - just from one single photo. But they did and that was not going to haunt me. I had learned the hard way that trust isn’t a real thing and somehow that just kept being confirmed by new events - but I was never going to let it get to me, cause at least I now had something to distract me and oh if those girls ever got told the real story they probably would been even more furious. And it didn’t bother me at all.

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