1) Who let the dogs out?

Kiara's POV

Pressed against a wall in nothing but an oversized black shirt, I flutter my eyes coyly.

Chris Hemsworth stands in front of me with his hands on either side of my head, trapping me between him and the wall. His handsome face looking down at me, his lips curved in a smirk.

He leans towards me painfully slowly, his hot breath fanning my face and goosebumps arise on my skin.

My tongue darts out to lick my lips as I hold eye contact with him. My lips are chappy and dry.

I suddenly feel very thirsty. His ocean blue eyes turn a shade darker as his gaze follows my actions and he presses his body to mine.

"I can help you with that." His voice is raspy, just like I have always imagined. He leans closer and my breath hitches in my throat. Our lips are this close from touching.

Just as I am about to kiss him, he backs away and starts singing at the top of his lungs, dancing along to his own rhythm.

"Who let the dogs out.

Who. Who. Who. Who....."

WHAT!?

Stirring in my sleep, I opened my eyes and blinked heavily.

Where was Chris?

It took me more than a couple of seconds to realize that I was in my room and the blaring sound seeming to come from somewhere around was actually my alarm ringing. Groaning, I rolled over and my hand shot out to search for my phone. With lidded eyes, I closed the alarm and smashed my face back into the pillow.

A weird choice as an alarm ringtone, but very effective. I mean, there have been times when I have almost had a heart attack at the loud music but I can be a dead person when I'm asleep. You know what they say. Modern problems require modern solutions.

I was about to fall in my peaceful slumber again and complete my amazing dream when a knock sounded on my door. "Kiara! Wake up, honey. It's almost 8."

Mom.

"Just 5 more minutes, mom." I groaned.

"No, no more sleeping. Else you'll be late and complain that I didn't wake you up at time. Just get out of your bed right now."

"Mom..." I whined like a small kid, pressing my face deeper in the pillow, wishing nothing more than the bed to engulf me.

"Kiara, open the damn door." Mom warned and I stood up immediately as I knew better than to argue with her when she used this tone with anyone in the house.

Complying to her wish, I immediately opened the door and came face to face with my mother. The stern look on her face had me standing upright.

"See, I'm up." I smiled cheekily at her, or better, tried to smile cheekily as my eyes kept drooping.

"Yeah, I can clearly see that." She smiled sarcastically and then narrowed her eyes. "Now, get ready and come downstairs for breakfast." With a final warning look directed at me, she left my room and I slumped against the door.

If only the alarm had rung a little late. If only I could complete the dream with the love of my life, one and only, Chris Hemsworth.

Insert a million heart eyes here.

If I hear even a single word against Chris then I will come to your house personally and chop you into tiny pieces and then feed them to the werewolves.

And not those sexy big bad alphas but some ugly rogues that are gonna rip you apart.

Yes, I come with a statutory warning.

A word against the mighty Lord of Thunder and shit gets real.

You don't mess with a fangirl.

My friends and family are already used to my random fangirl outbursts. They are not even surprised anymore.

Sighing heavily, I looked back at my dear pillow. It looked so inviting. Calling for me, offering me a small, beautiful nap. Glancing a mischievous look at the door, I crept towards my bed.

A few more minutes of sleep won't hurt anyone, right?

"Kiara Sharma! If you don't get up this instant then believe me, you'll regret the consequences!" Mom's voice hollered in the house and I shot up from my bed with wide eyes faster than lightning.

My god! What is she? A psychic?

I was about to get up (finally) to do my morning business when my phone started ringing again.

"Oh my god." It should be illegal to call this early.

I saw the caller ID and it was Maahi.

Taking in a deep breath, I prepared myself for what was about to come. Any conversation with Maahi is an emotional rollercoaster.

I picked up the call and before I could say anything, she uttered in a very small and sad voice. "Kia! I am so, so, so upset. I don't know what to do."

I frowned for a second, a crease forming on my forehead and then sighed.

Of course.

"What did Harry do this time, Maahi?" I asked, rubbing my face tiredly.

"Harry and Camille were having lunch together. Can you believe THIS? They had LUNCH TOGETHER!" Even though her voice was small but she almost ended up shouting in the last.

"THAT FREAKING BITCH!" She started rambling. "I AM GOING TO KILL HER!"

"Calm down, Maahi. These are just rumours." I explained.

"But why her? Why not Taylor Swift? I would have happily accepted her and Harry. Even though he wouldn't have been mine." She took in a dramatic breath and sniffled. "I would have accepted anyone with Harry. Hell, I would have accepted him with Kendall too." She paused for a moment. "Okay, maybe not Kendall if I think about it. But you know what I mean. Camille is not a good person."

"Harry Styles is not eloping with Camille, Maahi. It was just a date." Yes. Harry Styles. The 1D singer. That's who Maahi was talking about. The love of her life as she likes to call him.

"Okay, fine. But if something like this happens again then she is dead. Mark my words, Kia. I will make her life a living hell and then kill her with my bare fucking hands." She threatened in a low, dangerous tone and I actually felt bad for Camille who would have to face Maahi's wrath.

"So, see you at college, Kia." Maahi chirped enthusiastically and hung up, without giving me a chance to reply. I looked at my phone in mild shock for a long moment and then chuckled lightly.

This girl gives me whiplash.

Maahi has this huge, huge crush on Harry or more like a weird obsession with him. Okay, I know I shouldn't be the one saying that but when I say she is crazier than me, I mean it. We need air and water to live but she survives on Harry's content. She would jump from a cliff smiling, just for him. If a stranger hears her talking about Harry, then they mistake her for a psychopath. But believe me, she's completely normal. Or at least, that's what she told us.

With a final grunt, I stood up from my comfy bed and started to get ready for college. I hate morning classes.

As I was taking a shower, I had a gut feeling that today was gonna go good. With the sudden boost in my mood, I dressed in my favorite shirt and dark blue jeans and paired my outfit with white sneakers. Pulling up my hair in a pony tail, I applied some lip gloss. If I had the energy or skills to do my makeup, I would have. But since I'm as energetic as a sloth in mornings and my freaking amazing makeup skills can make anyone look like a pretty clown, I decided a lip gloss was enough.

As I finished with the getting ready part, I stuffed my books in the bag and contemplated whether I should take my copy of Harry Potter with me or not.

Books have always been my escape from reality. They provide a strange comfort to me. Just give me a fantasy book, Netflix and some good food and I'll happily spend my weekend in a box.

It took me only five seconds to decide that I was taking the book with me. Snatching a chocolate bar from my nightstand, I went downstairs for breakfast.

P.S. – I survive on chocolates.

"Good morning." I entered the kitchen and wished my parents with a smile, who were already there.

"Good morning, sweetheart." My dad said as I sat across him on the dining table.

"Here, this is for you." He handed me a box while I looked at it in confusion.

"What's this?" I asked.

"See for yourself." He smiled as I opened it.

A brand-new silver watch was placed inside it and I squealed loudly on seeing it.

"Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!" I jumped from my seat and hugged him tightly. "I can't believe this." I yelled happily.

I had spotted the watch in the newspaper yesterday and immediately fell in love with it.

"Let me guess? You bought her the watch that she saw in the newspaper yesterday?" Mom asked dad, setting down the tray in her hands and dad just smiled sheepishly in response.

Mom shook her head dejectedly, "You're going to spoil your daughters, Anand."

"Well, that's what daughters are for." He winked at me and then high-fived while I beamed happily.

"Dad, I am getting late. Can you please drop me to Sanya's house?" Tina, my younger sister,  shouted as she barged out of her room in a hurry.

She's always in a hurry.

"Is that my top that you're wearing?" I squinted my eyes at her wardrobe.

"No." She said slowly, avoiding eye contact.

"Oh my god, it is my top. Give it back!" I yelled and she bolted out of the hallway, squealing.

"Dad, let's go!" She screamed while running out of the house.

We have a pretty normal relationship like any other siblings out there. Which obviously means that we cannot stay two minutes in peace without ripping each other's hair.

Yeah. We are that violent.

I was going to run after her but dad stopped me, lecturing me on how siblings should share.

With a scowl, I sat down and grudgingly ate my breakfast while dad left to drop

Tina to her friend's house.

Finishing my breakfast quickly, I walked out of my house as the fresh air hit my face.

I have a pretty simple life, you see. Quite boring. Wake up, eat chocolates, read smutty books, cry over fictional men, day dream about Chris Hemsworth, sleep. And then repeat.

"Why can't a High Fae just kidnap me and claim himself as my mate? Is it too much to ask for? Do I need to spend a night in the woods for that to happen?"

"I wish my life would have been a little more interesting." I kicked a random pebble on the road and gazed at the clear, blue sky.

In hindsight, I realized I shouldn't have said that.

I definitely should not have said that.

Because sometimes the universe takes you seriously and turns your whole life upside down.

So, this was the first chapter. Will be updating the second one soon! Hope you guys liked it.