I Hate You More

Harley Davidson

Remington

"Why didn't you tell me you were having her over," I scoffed at my older brother, "you can't just have people here, and listening to our music or- altering it, without saying something to one of us."

"I did say something," Sebastian shrugged, "if I remember correctly, I said 'when the fuck are you gonna be done in the bathroom, I need to shit' like half an hour ago."

"Sebastian," I said simply, "I'm being serious you fuck."

"So am I," He said as he stuffed a cracker in his mouth, "can't you just admit that what she put down, is exactly what we were missing, and move on with your life? Face it, she's talented as fuck Rem."

"Sure," I nodded sarcastically, "if the talent is having a stick up her ass."

"Guys. I'm right here," Harlen scoffed, "stop talking about me like I'm not right in front of your faces."

"Sorry." Sebastian and I spoke at the same time. Although, his sorry had less sarcasm then my did.

"Yeah," Harlen sighed with an eye roll, "I'll go now."

"No. Harlen, don't be ridiculous," Sebastian shook his head. Why was he stopping her? We were seconds away from her being out the door for good, and that sounded extremely pleasant, "stay for a couple minutes. I'm sure Remington is almost done mixing the song."

The way he emphasized my name, had me really pissed off. Why should I mix it? He was perfectly capable, and he was also the one, who wanted her help in the first place.

"No worries," Harlen chuckled, "I'll just check it out when it's released."

"No that's stupid," I mumbled, "it won't come out until the rest of our album's done. It might be months."

Harlen just shrugged. How could she just be so nonchalant about everything? It was really pissing me off. How nothing I did seemed to affect her, as much as she affected me.

"Alright fine, leave the-"

My outburst was cut off by Emerson's voice, "Uh guys."

"What?" All three of us snapped.

"Uh," Emerson held his cell phone out, "it's Daniel."

"Who the hell is Daniel?" Harlen piped up.

"He's our other guitarist," (a/n: ik he's a bassist please play along 😭) Sebastian sighed before focusing back on Emerson, "what the fuck does he want?"

"To uh," Emerson started to speak but, he seemed to nervous to spit out whatever the hell he was trying to say, "I think that you should talk to him yourself."

I rolled my eyes before taking the phone from him, and walking out to our front porch, "What?"

"See that's exactly what I'm talking about man," Daniel grumbled, "you treat me like shit, and then expect me to stick through it, and suck it the fuck up, time after time after time. Fuck you man. I'm done."

"What," I repeated. This time the question came out with more confusion, then annoyance, "what are you talking about done?"

"I quit, dumbass." Daniel snapped.

Where the fuck was this coming from? Sure, I was an asshole, and we all got angry at each other but, didn't everyone?

"What the fuck Daniel," I yelled, "we have a headlining tour coming up in like a month, and you're quitting now? What the fuck?"