The Summer '09 (boy x boy)

(Chapter 5) - Small Talks

Harry

"J-Just t-take a seat here Harry." Jay offered shakily, leading me and Niall to a beige plush couch by the window. Niall took the seat to my right, and Jay sat at a separate seat that faced us. I silently propped my chin on my knuckles, allowing the thick and murkiness of silence fill the air. "So how are you Jay? Doing anything interesting?" Niall coughed silently snapping both of us from our trances. Clearly the boy wanted none of these nonsense at the moment, and settled onto actually trying to make conversation with the woman.

Her eyes flew to Niall's, and the etch of worry in her face somehow dissolved with a faint smile to the Irish lad. "Nothing really, just doing some gardening, something regular mums do around the world." she shrugged nonchalantly, and glanced slightly at tiny pink petunia with faint baby blue tints near the core. Niall followed her gaze, and elbowed me with a slight hiss. "Say something you idiot." and to my surprise, Jay caught of our little exchange, throwing back a slight chide. "It looks nice." I commented in a low uncaring voice.

She flinched slightly, and feigned a smile. "So how've you been Harry? Meet anyone interesting?" her voice came out as a squeak as her eyes flash to Niall for a second, then back to me. I wanted to say a flat 'no', but I simply shrugged. Niall groaned slightly and glared at me while fumbling with his phone. My phone buzzed seconds later--discovering that Niall did infact send me a message like I expected of him.

Made-in-Ireland: 

Harry you know I love you, but would you mind easing down on the harshness a tad bit? She is older than both of us, so, be your annoying fake self and make conversation. She's Louis' mother, she at least deserves that much.. It was as much of her lost as it was yours.

In all honesty, I wanted to protest, I wanted to shout in her face about what lies she has befallen upon me, and demand to know the reason for her treachery. But seeing as Niall did infact make a point with her being my boy-- Louis' mother... My anger all but mellowed, and I find myself smiling slightly at the woman. A gasp found itself on her throat, and she couldn't help but emit a slight tint of blush in her cheeks. "E-Enough about me.." she stuttered. "What are you boys up to nowadays?" Niall coughed slightly, catching our attention. "Well, I'm a........... " his voice kept on going without interruption, making some slick remarks about how some people were a bit pushy when it comes to his job, and how he'd rather work with monkeys.. At least they'd offer him some bananas when he'd ask of them.

Jay payed attention to the boy through and through no matter how truly uninteresting this boy talked about his job being an international taste-tester. Word was his nose is almost like a dog's nose on steroids. No one really understood how he can smell and taste things better than a normal person can. But, if you'd like to know the truth, and have known Niall as long as I did, food was definitely his forte, the air he breathes every morning. It's definitely becoming a huge problem everytime he visits me... I have to re-stock my cupboards atleast 3 to 4 times a week, spending nearly 500 pounds per month. This boy's leaving me hungry most of the days now, Psssh, and he complains that I don't eat enough. We all know that, that very fact reflects one word, and word only. Bullshit.

"-- and you know, I'm not as successful as Haz here." Niall smiled cheekily, slinging an arm around me. Jay looked at me with interest, and keeping her gaze with Niall's. "What does he do?" she asked curiously. Niall gave a toothy smile, and flickered his gaze on me. "Well? Tell 'er" he insisted while prodding me against my thigh with teasing pokes.

"I work for er.. A law firm." I shrugged.

"A freaking famous law firm at that." Niall remarked completely forgetting to censor his language around her, but surprisingly, Jay smiled ignoring the boy's foul language with her eyes crinkling, and pearly whites obviously out in the open. I held a silent gasp from my throat before I spoke. Sure she looked definitely curious about my job, but that smile, that smile reminds me of Louis so much that it hurts. What was I supposed to do when I'm frozen stiff, admiring the smile of the mother that reminded me awfully of her son.. of him... of Louis.