Hopeless Romantic Hazza (larry stylinson)

vi. best friend's quarrel

02-01-15
Happy birthday Hazza ;)
-raray

Its

so

fucking

AWKWARD..

We are currently eating our breakfast in FULL silence, that never Ever happened before.

My mom is reading a magazine while chewing her bacon, next to her is Gemma who is once in awhile is groaning due to her headache, then Louis who is sitting across from me and lastly, me who is trying my best not to make any sound on munching my cerial with no milk.

Last night, I decided to go home alone leaving Gemma and Louis a text message that I'm too tired to stay any longer when I can't find the owner of the forgotten wallet.

Louis drive Gemma's car because she is too wasted to drive herself. I actually thought that Louis is already wasted before I left, but I guess I'm wrong.

I can feel gazes burning on my head as I continue to eat, looking intently on my bowl. To be honest I don't know why I feel so awkward now with Louis.

Maybe because of the dance we did last night? Or the fact that when I woke up and opened my door, a freshly bath Louis walk out in the bathroom with towel wrapped dangerously low onto him.. and when he greeted me, I panic and walk back in my room closing my door bit rough.

I guess its the latter..

"Thanks for the food."

"I'm going.."

Louis and I both said in the same time. Because of that we glanced at each other for the first time.

My mom cleared her throat to snapped both Louis and I gazes. "Is there something wrong?" she asked.

"Nothing."
we both answered, too fast too. My mom raised her eyebrows at us, like silently asking 'you sure??'.

"Are you two got into quarrel or something?" Gemma asked while massaging her temple, hungover I guess.

"Of course not." Oh god. We,again answered in unison.

"Obviously its a yes. You, two always like that when something is up." Gemma groaned.

"Like what." Again.

"THAT.. talk at the same time." she said with small smile.

"We're cool." This time I'm the one who groaned. Apparently, Louis always spoke what I'm saying too.

"I told you..'' Gemma shake her head chuckling before leaving the kitchen.

Well you see, Lou and I have this odd behavior where we always speak the same word or words at the same time when we are too happy or too shitty to each other. I think its the outcome of growing up with someone know you from head to toes.

"I think you both need to sort things out." My mom stands from her place and give us both soft smile. She patted my back before heading out.

We both sighed and sit properly.. a minute pass but noone is talking. I dont even know what to say to him. Should I apologize? Of course you twat!

"I'm sorry.." AND AGAIN, we both blurted out. I bit my bottom lip while his are formed into thin line.

"Can you stop copying me?" I tried to joke but it comes out in bit harsh . I look down too ashamed to take it back.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" He asked standing up, irritation is clear in his voice.

"N-nothing.."

"Are you sure? Cause earlier you were acting like a girl pms-ing." he shots at me. What?

"Oh I'm sorry Mr.Perfect maybe I forgot how to use tampons!" I did not just say that! Thats the problem, I'm shit at sassying.

Suddenly, Louis is on his knees laughing his ass out. He even started to smack the table.

"Oh m-my g-god.." he tried to say while laughing. "That's horrible,Hazz." I can see his eyes glaze from to much laughing.

With this sight in front of me, it just fueled my annoyance and I stormed out of the house. I head to my car and slamming it rough and drive away. So much to start the day.

xxx

The works in the bakery is like the usual everyday. I spend most of my time in the kitchen not bothering to check my phone for sorry ass text messages.

I know I'm acting like a child having an argument with his best friend over a nonsense stuff but I don't care. He pisses me off until now.

"Harry, you've been smashing that dough too much. Its too battered to use for breads." Brent said frowning at my poor bundle of dough.

"Ugh.. what is wrong with me!" I huff to myself before sitting in a wooden bench.

"Hey, is there something you want to talk about? Promise I wont judge you." he gave me a nod of encouragement.

"I'm not sure. Maybe I'm just too stress about being a loser." I said in low tone.

"Harry you are way too far from that."

"I am, look at me.. I'm 22 now but I'm still single! I always fuck up every chance I've got." I burred my face on my arms. Swallowing hard the sobs that wanted to be out. "And now Lou and I are not in the best terms."

"Eh? Louis loves you.. you two are like brothers so don't worry to much. Everything will be alright." I look up at Brent and he was smiling at me like a dad comforting his son. I nodded and give him a hug.

Later that night, I went home disappointed that Louis didn't bother to drop by or even texted me the whole day. It hurts like he doesn't care about my feelings.

"I'm home." I called out to no one.

"In living room.." I heard my mom answered so I headed to the living room. "Hazz, have you eaten already?"

"Yup, where is Gemma?" I asked as I sat next to her in the couch.

"You don't know? She went out with Louis to meet his girlfriend that arrived from Paris."

"Girlfriend?" I asked bewildred. "I don't know he have a girlfriend." I voice out my thought.

"Neither do I. He said that she was a model and went to Paris to study fashion and now she is here for break." my mom explained like it was no beggie.

"Maybe I'm not that important for him to inform me about small events in his life." I said bitterly before heading up in the stairs..

"Harry.." mom approach me when I'm about to step at the staircase..

"Hmmn?"

"You know how important you are to Louis, right?" She asked with small smile. I just nod my head before heading to my room.

This is so fuck up..

Xxxx
Sorry its short!

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