I hate you too l.t

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I open my eyes to see Harry and Anne in front of me. I look around and I was on the couch. My head was pounding. "Finally you're awake" Harry said after he realized my eyes were open. "What happened?" I ask, looking around the room.

"You fainted, after hearing the news about your mum" He put his head down. "Oh" I say while sitting up, Harry helped me get up fully. "Are you okay?" Anne asks. "Yes" I was being honest, I thought it would've affected me more but it didn't.

"Are you sure? I mean your mums gone" Harry asked, then got a slap from Anne. "I'm sure, I mean she was struggling. For years and years she was struggling, she got all the help she needed but she can finally get the satisfaction of feeling okay" I explained, Harry expression was not happy.

"Of course I'll miss her, a shit ton. But it's not worse then seeing her struggle every single day" I grabbed his hands. He really liked my mum, she always had a sweet spot for him. All my life my mother has been in and out of rehab, mental hospital. I barely ever got to see her.

My brothers raised me and I couldn't be more grateful. I love my mum and I'm not saying I won't miss her, because I will. It's just not as bad as it would be as if Harry died. I just wish I saw her more in my lifetime.

"Well there's a funeral planned for her on Wednesday, you guys at least get a rest this weekend. I'm going out to clear my head, I'll be home later" Anne grabs her purse and left us a twenty.

I spend the night, watching movies. Harry hasn't came out of our room at all. Leaving me concerned. I pause the film and got off the couch. I lightly knock on the door, no response. So I twisted the knob and slowly opened the door.

What was revealed, Harry holding himself on the floor. He was silent as a mouse, but his body shook. I close thé door and got down to his level, putting my hand on his back. He lifts his head. His eyes were red and puffy, his nose was running. "Hey what's wrong" I pull him into a hug.

He began to cry hard, shaking. I rub his back, not knowing why he was so upset. "Can you tell me what's wrong Harry" I say into his shoulder. He stood up and didn't know where to start. "Everything is just going wrong, your mum died, Louis's being the biggest asshole to you, we're almost done with high school-"

"How are you not upset?" His voice was cracking. I sit down on his bed, he followed my motions and did the same. "I don't know, but why are you so upset? I understand why you're sad about my mom but the Louis stuff?" I say, confused and wanting an explanation.

"Because, he obviously likes you but is being asshole to you and for absolutely not reason" He said, I understood at this point. Harry doesn't handle drama very well, and when it does happen even if it isn't his drama he freaks out.

"Louis, is a complicated person. He's an asshole, but he would never do anything to hurt me. He hates seeing me hurt in fact" I say and he just continued to cry. "Also we have one week until we fucking graduate and I have no idea what to do with my life" He sniffed.

"Harry, you're gonna be famous" I laugh. He turns his head to look at me, giving a confused face. "Dude with a voice and face like that, you'll definitely make it" I smile, hoping that it would calm him down. "Really?" He asks. "Yes, if that's all you're worried about for leaving high school thats an easy answer"

His face drops again. "What?" I ask. "I don't wanna loose you" He put his face in his hands. "What the hell are you talking about" I bop his head. "You're not loosing me any time soon. I'll be living in your mansion." I laugh at him.

"That's true" He laughed. "Free living" I wipe a tear off of his face. I give him a big hug. "You know what you need" I run to the bathroom. "What?" He questions at what I was doing. "A Facial" I grab a box full of my skin care.

"I use some of those" He looks in the box. "Yeah I know, you don't know how close any of them" I say. He takes out a hair band, and puts it on, pushing his hair back. "Okay can I please pluck you eyebrows" I beg. "What's wrong with my eyebrows?" He looked at me concerned.

"Boy what isn't wrong with your eyebrows" I grab the tweezers and stood in front of him. "This may be a little weird but I have to sit on you lap" I inhaled sharply, hoping it wouldn't be as awkward as it seems.

"Okay" He sat up against his pillows. I strattle his legs and sat on his lap, facing him. "Now, just stay still. It's gonna hurt a bit" I bring the tweezers up to his eyebrow, I grab a a strand and plucked it out. "Ow" He held his hand against his eyebrow. "This might take a while" I sigh.

"What did I say about moving" I warned him as he got the urge to touch his eyebrow again.

Rapid knocks come from the front door, I get off of Harry and walked to the wooden door. I open it to see Louis. He pushes past me, slamming the door and locking it. He was breathing hard. "Can I stay here tonight?" He asks. "Yeah sure, what's up?" I ask.

"My dad had a girl over and I just didn't like it, I know it's stupid to be mad about" He puts his hands on the back of his head. "It's okay, I understand. Come on" I walk over back into our room. Harry sat there on his phone. "What the fuck is on his head?" Louis asked.

"I'm plucking his eyebrows and giving him a facial. Wanna be next?" I ask, he shakes his head and continues to sit down on my bed. I go back onto Harry and finished up with his right eyebrow. "Actually me next" He smiles.

"What made you change your mind?" I laugh at him. "Oh nothing, I want my eyebrows cleaned up" He smiled suspiciously.