The Mutual opposition

Table for eight

Luna's POV

I sit on the couch in a pair of socks that don't match, drowning my jealousy and sorrows in frozen yogurt.

I know that eventually I'm going to have to suck it up and make dinner for the urchins.

But for the time being, I don't feel like getting up.

Zayn and Louis come home high, which makes me pretty uncomfortable.

They always ask us dumb questions we don't know the answer to.

That's the point I already have dinner on the table.

I sit between Liam and Roxanne and prod at my vegetables.

"So are any of you writing?" Harry starts.

"Roxanne and I are writing one" Louis affirms, decanting some cheap boxed wine into his glass.

It's obvious a really good idea after he'd just been high with Zayn.

Roxanne repeats his actions; the major wine enthusiast.

I notice how Zayn puts down his utensils and clears his throat.

"Liam helped me with one today. I can't wait to finish it!" Lily giggles.

Liam smiles at her blonde giddiness.

"What about you?" Roxanne asks me.

"Yeah," I say lowly, "I have an idea."

Everyone seems to do their own thing after dinner.

I hate dish duty. It makes me feel like a 1950s housewife.

"Do you want some help with that?" Lou asks.

"I'm fine" I refuse.

He ignores me and bends down to get the silverware.

"You never help me when you don't want something" I mutter.

"No Lu, I think it's the opposite actually."

"What? What would I want from you?"

"An apology."

Well, yeah.

"Go ahead."

He just smirks like a complete ass.

"I'm sorry for acknowledging another lass of the female species."

"You're never sincere when your high on the weed. Or do you want me to admit it was all my fault for overreacting when you planned to meet up with her to stab me in the back?"

"Relax Lu. It wasn't your fault, it was mine."

Classic.

How dumb does he actually think I am?

I'd like to see this attempt at recomposing himself.

There's no real vow in saying 'I won't do it again.'

And there's no real extortion I have over him.

In that case, I'd be the vulnerable one.

He's really good at making it worse when it's already awful.

I bite my lip.

"I guess."

The most pallid and anguishing statement I could think of.

"Would you have let me see my ex-girlfriend if I'd asked you before?"

"Probably" I admit, "Because I usually end up trusting you even when you lie to me."