reminiscence - larry

One

Hey! 

Me again, you can't get rid of me now!

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"Will Louis be there?"

"Harry, you ask that every time. Of course he is." Liam says through the phone, instantly making Harry sigh.

"Yeah, because every time I hope you're gonna say he's not. You could just not invite him." Harry says with a groan, sitting back on the sofa.

"Imagine if we didn't invite you."

"Fine. I'll come." He says before pressing the 'end call' button.

It seems to be an endless recurrence. One of the lads calls Harry to discuss their weekly plans for the weekend, Harry finds out Louis' going to be there, he hesitates on whether to go but ends up going anyway.

He wishes he could actually put his foot down and shock them all by not going, the only problem being Harry doesn't really have any other friends besides Tom and Ally. Who's bright idea was it to get in a relationship with someone in their friendship group anyway? Oh right, it was Harry.

Worst decision of his life. To be honest, it was a great idea at the time, until they broke up and it all went a bit tits up. Hindsight's 20/20 though, right?

Harry sits forward, resting his elbows on his knees and runs his hands over his face with a groan. Every week for the last year this has happened and yet, he's still not used to the horrible feeling that forms in his gut every time.

He can't even drink too much tonight, he's on the opening shift at the cafe in the morning and it's the last thing he wants to do hungover, he's tried and it was one of the worst mistakes of his life. The smell of espresso and freshly baked muffins sounds great until you have a stomach full of partially processed tequila and wine begging to be expelled. Harry shudders at the brief recollection of the memory. Plus, it's not a great look if the manager is hunched over the bin retching, is it?

He looks down at his phone, 4:53pm, which means he has two hours to get sorted and give himself his weekly pep talk.

"Niall?" He calls out, learning from personal experience to never walk into Niall's room randomly.

Niall's bedroom door opens and Harry can hear his footsteps along the floor.

"Yeah I know, Liam called me a minute ago." He says sitting on the sofa next to Harry. He has a box of cereal tucked under his arm, his other hand rustling around inside the box noisily.

"Are you gonna go?"

"Well yeah but not until later. You asked me to help Tom close up, remember?" He says with a mouthful of dried cereal.

"Oh, right, yeah. I was hoping I wouldn't have to turn up on my own." Harry says, twiddling the drawstring of his tracksuit bottoms.

"H, mate. We have this same conversation every time."

"I know but still." Harry sighs, hoisting himself off the sofa. "I hope you're gonna replace that cereal. It's mine."

"Huh?" Niall says, his voice muffled by the sheer amount of Harry's cereal in his fat gob.

"That's the whole reason I buy granola, so you wouldn't eat it." Harry sighs, almost to himself as he walks towards the bathroom.

"I was hungry!"