HH Short Story's

Comfort person- Thomas Petrou

Pov- Thomas is having a bad time with work and no one helping around the house, on a trip to Joshua tree its finally spoken about.

"i just feel like no body helps around the house like the boys do their own thing, the place is a tip all the time. we have this nice big ass house and it looks like a frat house" Thomas says looking around the table. "Sometimes it's like the house isn't even a house anymore, like we dont talk to one another" kouvr says shrugging. "it kinda feels like we live in an apartment complex and we just share a kitchen and living room" i nod. "we should work on hanging out as a house more than just in tiny groups" Alex suggests.

"why don't you guys use your words and just talk to one another?" Larray snickers with ravon and Mario. "larray don't be fucking rude" i glare at him, thomas mumbles something under his breath before getting up and storming off to his trailer. "Someone's mad, hulk smash" Larray mumbles to the 2. "why don't you three go to your fucking boat, so childish" i mumble, jogging off to Thomas's trailer.

I see him sitting on the couch at the back when i walk in. "hey just ignore him, he's childish as shit" i say softly, rubbing his back. "i just want us all to get along as a house. i put in so much effort and get shat on" he tells me, pulling me to sit on his knee. "you don't deserve that, you're like the glue in this somewhat house" "i'm so tired of this" he says, starting to cry.

"maybe you should take a break, stop doing everything for everyone else and just do stuff for yourself" i suggest, wrapping my arms around him tighter. "thank you" he mumbles, wiping his eyes. "always here for ya" i smile at him, passing him a tissue. "i love you, sista" he smirks. "i love ya, brotha" we both laugh.