Wishing Star [Harry Styles]

05 || Annoyance

Jesse

"Oh he- what the fuck?! What happened at your cheek?!"

"I slapped him," I stated proudly while staring at Harry with a smug grin. He just rolled his eyes at me, still rubbing his cheek.

"And why on Earth will you slap him?" Tyler asks while glaring at me.

What the hell did I do now?

"Because he's being an assho-"

"I am not an asshole! Will you stop calling me that?" Harry snapped at me while he slowly stood up from his seat.

"Well, im sorry to hurt you asshole." I mocked him while flashing Tyler a smug grin. He just stared at Harry with concern while glancing at me with a scold stare. He knows im doing this on purpose. I just, its really funny to see Harry look mad. He looks so red and he looks like he's about to explode.

"Im going to get change- oh wait." Harry stood infront of me with his unreadable expression on his face.

"What?" I asked sounding uninterested.

"I have no clothes." He says lowly more like a whisper.

And then that's all hits me, I just realized that he have exactly nothing. He have no clothes, phone, shoes, money, house- oh shit. I didn't think about that. Okay, maybe he can sleep here but there's no way that this guy will lived here. Me imagining him living here with me makes me want to vomit.

"Oh y-yeah." I sighed while stroking my hands into my hair.

This is worst. No, not worst. This is hell.

I immediately jumped at my seat as I felt a large hand lightly tapping at my shoulder. I looked up to see Tyler standing behind the couch I'm sitting. I noticed that I'm too caught up at my thoughts that I didn't realized that Tyler is already behind me and Harry is nowhere to be seen.

"Where did he go?" I asked as I sat up from my couch properly.

"He run upstairs." He shrugged. "I dont know. Maybe the boy wants some time for his own. Come to think of it, waking up at a random room and knowing exactly nothing about his life or his personality. C'mon! If I was him, I will go insane."

Tyler was right. He knows nothing. It's like I'm helping a new born child that have exactly nothing on it's own and teaching things, rules, and jobs that he really needs to do. Homeless and clueless. That's what he is. I feel so pity for him but irritated at the same time.

I just hate his cockiness persona thing. I hate people who always makes fun of me. I hate those things because I'm just so sensitive. Even though he only calls me a pig, it still hurts me so much. I grew up into a small but happy family that who always out there, ready to supprt and protect me from any harms. It's all because of my brother, Louis.