Jean-Paul Sartre wrote: "Violence, in any form, is a loss." Every time I lose control, every time I get violent, I feel like I'm losing. It's in me. All this anger and hatred. They're part of me. – Harry
Song: The Blue Van - Silly Boys
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"He ruined my whole life!"
"Don't you think you're exaggerating?"
I look at Liam in shock. He tosses me an apple, and I catch it and hand him a plate of... I don't know what. I grimace, looking at this muck. The beauty of the university cafeteria is that you have no idea what you're eating.
"Exaggerating? He accused me of stealing the book. Which he took himself!"
"For God's sake, Louis, we were seven years old."
"So what? It ruined my reputation."
"How awful."
"Yeah, you have no idea how I...stop. Are you kidding me?"
"Me??"
He opens his mouth wide.
"Not even in my mind!"
"Why am I even talking to you at all?"
"Because I'm an unrealistically cool guy, and you'd be lost without me?"
I push him on the shoulder.
"Go already."
We search for empty seats, trays in hand, and I keep talking about that damn Lucas Sanders who ruined my life when we were in junior high. Because he actually did it. Honestly, my mom almost fell into a coma when she found out that her seven-year-old son was a criminal. And I could talk about it for a long time, only that...
"I'll kill her."
I freeze. Liam looks in the same direction as me and whispers a barely audible "Oh." Yeah, oh. A big oh. Harry is sitting at a table a few meters away with his book, a can of Coke, and... Eleanor. Eleanor in the mini-skirt-cleavage-twist-a-lock-of-hair-on-your-finger-and-undress-you-with-my-eyes mode. Yes, even a blind man will notice that she hitting on him. I know these manners from miles away. She used them on me so many times when she wanted to go from "fuck-a-night" to "regular fuck-a-night." I'm going to explode. We approach them, and I set my tray down loudly on the table, looking directly at her.
"Am I interrupting you?"
She jumps up and smiles brightly again.
"Aww, Lou..."
Only Harry interrupts her abruptly. And I swear to God, more than anything, I would like to film this scene.
"Not at all. Eleanor was just telling me that she can make me cum harder than you."
I raise an eyebrow, keeping my eyes on her, and I can see every cell in her face decomposing.
"Oh really?"
"Really. I said I wasn't interested."
He shrugs and stands up.
"I have to go, the lecture is in five minutes."
He gets his jacket and bag.
"Will you come tonight?"
I nod.
"Of course."
He gives me a quick kiss on the lips, waves to Liam and Eleanor, and fuck, I love him so much. I watch him leave the cafeteria, then turn my attention to them. Of course, I'm used to this behavior from Harry. But it seems to be new to them. Eleanor is pale and red at the same time, and Liam bites his fist to keep from laughing. And me? I'm just amused by this situation. I know I should be angry that a hot girl like Eleanor (because yes, I hate her with all my heart, but she's far from ugly) is trying to take my boyfriend, but I trust him completely. Really. I didn't doubt for a second that he would send her to hell. Yes, I admit I had thought of a thousand and one ways to kill her, but I wasn't worried. I just trust him. So yeah, it's pretty funny. It is not every day that she is rejected by guys, and even less often humiliated. But Harry didn't even have that thought, he just said what he thought. And damn it, it was just phenomenal, and I can't help but enjoy the moment.
