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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31. Chapter 30 - „Will you take me to Nirvana?”

Chapter 30 - „Will you take me to Nirvana?”

„It’s so good to finally hear you voice again,” was the first thing my sister said when I called her from my cab. „You too Kenny, I’ve missed you so much. How is everything?” I asked her genuinely interested. „It’s so crazy. I just came back from NY where Gigi and I had this amazing shoot and tomorrow I’ve got some castings for some really big runway shows so I literally cannot be more excited. How is everything in London? Are you still enjoying your break from reality?” „That sounds incredible, say hi to Gigi for me. It seems like everything have finally settled down the way I had wished for, so actually I think I might be ready to come back home soon,” I mentioned the recent idea I had had about returning home. „Oh my God that would be awesome. We all miss you so much, North keeps asking about when you’ll be back and Kim doesn’t really know how to respond,” Kendall stated sadly. „We’ll see how it all works out. But good luck tomorrow babe, and text me how it goes,” I requested. „I will. Love you sis”. “Love you”.

***

When I finally got in bed I figured I would just quickly check my social media platforms before going to sleep - which I should just have done instantly. The moment I logged on Twitter all I regretted my decision. Someone had posted pictures of me and Zayn just talking together while I had his shirt around my waist - but this was apparently enough for the internet to break. This had been bad enough even if they hadn’t snapped pictures of Harry kissing my cheek with his arms around my in the VIP area. Man, these fans were fucking ninjas - and they were on a mission to ruin my life.

Right now Twitter was basically just one big discussion about whether I was dating Harry ‘The Womanizer’ or Zayn who was thereby cheating one his fiancé Perrie Edwards - and damn they had went all out with picture collages and everything. Since I’d come to London I had tried so hard to stay of social media except for when I had posted a picture on Instagram now and then - but tonight after spending hours reading all the crap they had to say about me I felt fed up with these online bullies so I figured, why not mess with them a bit. I went through my entire camera roll on my phone before I found a perfect picture - we had all been so drunk so Harry, Zayn and I were lying in one big pile on top of the Twister game we had tried but failed to play and I captioned it:

So thankful for these guys and my new home with them xx

And then all hell broke loose.

***

„Shit sorry”. „Zayn, what the fuck are you doing? It’s the middle of the night,” I whispered and turned on my bedside lamp. „I would describe it as early morning,” he grinned and threw himself on my bed. „Are you drunk?” „Are you still bleeding - I could really use some Kylie Jenner in my life right now?” Zayn looked so smug that I didn’t even feel bad for laughing when he two seconds later fell of my bed. I promise I did not push him.

„Let me help you with this - and you’re not getting any tonight so get over it or take care of it yourself,” I kept my ground and pulled his pants off. „Do you want your t-shirt of as well?” I asked him - I knew I had to be fast because in a short moment of time he would already be gone. „Yeah, could you maybe wear it? I found it so hot when you wore my shirt tonight,” he grinned cheekily. „Fine, only because it smells like you though - and I quite like wearing your clothing,” I replied before I pecked his lips and he pulled me closer. „Sweet dreams beautiful,” he whispered in my ear as I snuggled closer and tried to imprint the feeling of being safe in his arms.

***

„What the fuck is going on in here?” A voice woke me bleakly and even though I tried to move something held me in place, not something someone. Oh fuck.

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