Here comes the sun - Larry

CHAPTER 5

I still can't tolerate Harry as a person, but at least he's making progress. It's only the second time we're doing this, but I can tell he's a fast learner, which I see as a good thing. I will absolutely snap if I have to do this until graduation. I'm already sick of his snarky comments, not to mention the judgmental tone in his voice. He's been good so far today, but now he's making paper-planes out of my notebook paper, so I assume he's finally lost his concentration.

"I think we're done for today."

Harry looks at me after having thrown his plane into the air. "Don't we still have thirty minutes left?"

"Technically." I close my laptop and slide it into my backpack. "But you're making paper-planes."

"I lied when I told you writing is the only thing I'm good at. I'm good at making these, too."

I watch him climb onto the table before he throws a second plane into the air, letting it fly straight into a ceiling-lamp. "Nice."

He looks at me. "It flew nicely until it got stuck." 

"I'm going home."

"Fine."

He follows me out of the library, but neither of us sparks up a conversation. It's hard when we have nothing in common, not to mention we can hardly stand each other. I want to believe Harry is hiding a good person behind his attitude, but he keeps pissing me off with his judgemental opinions. He doesn't know me, but he's made up his mind about me anyway, having written me off as an arrogant jock who thinks he's better than everyone else. I don't normally care what people think about me, but for some reason, it pisses me off that he can't see past his assumptions.

I feel relieved when we separate, but then I turn back around without thinking about it first. "Harry?"

He turns around to look at me. "I thought we were done for today."

"Do you want me to drive you home?"

"I'm not going home."

"I can drop you off wherever you need to be."

He hesitates, then shakes his head. "I'm fine, Louis."

"Right, okay, then."

He begins walking away, clearly not bothered by the long walk ahead of him. I sit in my car for several minutes when I get to it, contemplating whether or not to call Emily back. Neither of us has apologised to each other, so we have let it go without talking it through. I hate that we can't communicate anymore, that we can't just sit down and have a conversation about what's bothering us. But I guess it makes sense when Emily doesn't know how to apologise, when she refuses to do so because something has convinced her she can't do anything wrong. I'm not going to get anywhere trying to knock some sense into her, so I've simply stopped trying.

"Babe," Emily says when she picks up. "I've been waiting forever."

"I was with Harry, you know that."

"Right." I can practically hear her rolling her eyes. "Do you wanna come over tonight? My parents would like to see you."

I sigh, mostly because I'm absolutely drained from energy, but also because I know she'll snap if I tell her no. I suppose it would've been easier if her parents resented me as much as my family do her, but I haven't had such luck. "Is this a dinner-thing?"

"Well, obviously."

"Right, okay. I guess that's fine."

"I'll see you at seven, then," she says, presumably grinning. "I love you."