Some Say the World Will End in Fire |l.s.|

twenty one

Me and Harry are sitting down at our usual spot, and I listen to him as he rants about the stupidity of learning about chemistry and different chemicals. He's been on a ten-minute rant while I stay quiet and listen, laughing lightly when he says something funny or overly-ridiculous. 

"I mean come on, Lou, you're seriously gonna sit here and tell me you're going to be a chemist or whatever the hell it is when you're older? I don't think so," he shakes his head. "And besides, just because like, two people in the entire school wants to doesn't mean the rest of us should be forced to take that extra hour every day out of our lives." Turning to look at me, his brows furrow as I hum in response, staring closely at the fire hydrant across the street.

"Mhm," I say.

"What's up with you?" he asks me, and I finally break my gaze to look at him.

"Nothing's up with me. I enjoy listening to your rants," I smile at him.

"You've been quiet the past week, though," he argues, nudging me as I just look down at my hands.

"Just haven't had anything interesting to say in a while."

"This is coming from the man who didn't miss a beat when he went from talking about big foot to the comparison of space to the ocean in under five minutes?" he questions me.

"Guess my brain's taking a vacation," I shrug, smirking at him as he scoffs at me.

"You know what I think?" he asks me.

"What?" I challenge him.

"I think you're in your head the way you always are and you don't wanna make me upset and talk about it," he answers, and I frown at that.

"That is not true," I roll my eyes.

"Sure it is."

"And how would you know?" I ask him.

"Can you please stop arguing about this. You and I both know what you're thinking about and it's had me worried sick for this entire week."

"Stop worrying about me, Haz, I'm absolutely alright."

"I'm allowed to worry for you when you're not telling me the truth."

"Harry please, don't worry. I'm sorry for making you upset, really, but I can't stand it when you worry about me," I tell him sincerely.

"And I can't stand for you to feel guilty, then lie so I don't worry, which worries me more, which makes you guiltier," he says.

"You're being paranoid," I roll my eyes.

"We both know that I have every right to worry."

"Well, I'm sorry you have to, then," I say.

"Lou," he sighs. "Babe, stop it."

"No, I'm serious. I'm so sorry to cause you all this worry, and I'm even sorrier that I can't do anything to help."

"You can open up to me," he sighs. "And you can be honest, and trust me."

"Just let it go, Haz," I plead quietly. He sighs, looking at his hands before nodding and I smile small in relief. "Thank you," I whisper, giving him a short kiss which he returns without a word. Great, now I feel even more guilty.