Screw Enemies To Lovers Trope

CHAPTER 1

It all started when my dad met my –

Harry.

Okay, okay, jeez sorry.

It all started on 25th November when at the hospital of St. Louis Children's care, two babies were born. A girl and a boy. Their parents were high school buddies so they were celebrating together. The parents, that is. Legend says, the second the children looked at each other, they scowled.

Though I think our parents might have made that made up because I don't think new-borns can actually scowl, can they?

They can't.

Will you stop interrupting?

*Eye roll*

As I was saying. Maria and I knew each other since the day we were born and hated each other, presumably, even before that.

Having parents who were such great friends and the fact we were neighbours meant we saw each other pretty much every day. Which meant it was war, pretty much every day.

"Harry, you ready yet?" Mommy shouts as she scrambles from one part of the kitchen to the next.

I sulk on the couch looking at my brand-new shoes that I loved some minutes ago but now seemed to have lost their appeal. "But I don't wanna go," I whine.

Mommy makes a frustrated noise. "We already talked about this. We are going and you're going to play nice and if you can't, you will stay away from her."

I turn towards her. "You don't think I try? She keeps tugging on my hair and calling me a hairy-fairy."

She snorts behind her fist but I still saw it. I glare at her.

"This is serious. I don't like her."

She sighs. "I know, sweetie. Boy, did I ever. But we've been planning this picnic for weeks now, we have to go. And try not to get into a brawl like the last time you did, please."

I pouted but I sat back, accepting my torture. Dad comes in with my little sister Judy in one arm and a basket in the other. "Is everyone ready?"

"Yes, we are. Come on, Harry," Mommy calls. Seeing no other choice, I drag myself behind her.

Oh, please would you stop being such a drama queen. It was a picnic for god's sake, you don't have to act like you were going for your execution.

If you interrupted me one more time, Maria, I swear to God, I'll –

You'll what?

I'll...I'll stop talking. You wanna dictate the whole story by yourself? Be my guest.

*Huffs* Whatever.

Didn't think so. Right, where was I?

Uncle Jake just told another one of his bad jokes and is laughing like a hyena. I keep my eyes on Judy who is trying to catch butterflies and my job is to make sure she doesn't hurt herself. So, I'm doing what I'm told and keeping a close eye on her which is exactly why I don't see Maria sneaking up on me and screaming "Boo!" in my ear.

I shout so loud that Judy falls on the ground and starts crying.

"Now, look what you've done," I yell at Maria as she laughs and laughs until she couldn't breathe.

Mommy comes and takes Judy in her arms, trying to calm her down. "Really, Harry, you couldn't even take care of your sister for five minutes?"

I gape at her. "It wasn't my fault, it was-"