My boyfriend wrote a few ideas down for filler chapters. He's such a cutie patootie. Guys I love my boyfriend.
"I don't know what happened, Hero. I just said that. I have no idea." She pouts at me. "So you don't have anything to tell me then?"
"No, not right now. I mean I almost kissed him on the way back the other day but I chickened out- this not the weed I was supposed to roll. Anyway, yeah no I don't remember anything."
"So then how do you know something happened?" Looking up at her, my eyes squinting and my nose scrunched. "I had an, issue the morning me left."
"Guys get that all the time why is it different this time?" She sits back on the grass. "I don't usually have it that bad. It was bad, not to mention he had a uh, a gift left on his neck."
"Strange. Ask him about it." I sit up, waiting for the laugh, but she was serious. "Yeah? 'Oh hey Louis I know you're mad at me because I did things even though we've got this weird thing going on, but could you tell me what we did the other night cause it gave me the stiffy or all stiffys.' I mean seriously Hero. Come on."
"I think he'd laugh." Tyler sits down beside her, laying his head down on her lap. "What's up with you- oh, I wrote my half of the song, I added it into yours. It's pretty good."
"What's it called?" Hero asks. "She." Tyler mumbled, half asleep. "What's up with you today?" Louis asks, sitting down like he was in a mood. "I'm just tired. Why are you all moody then Louis?"
"I'm fine. Why?" Me and Hero both looked at each other, her fighting a smile. "What is it that you two talk about when you're alone?" Louis asks. "Nothing important." I sighed.
Hero kicking my leg. "Shut up, that's mean. We don't really talk about a lot, he just sits and mopes about his daddy issues."
"That's a lie. My fatherly issues go way deeper than just my dad." Hero rolls her eyes. "That's just ridiculous. Is that even possible?"
"You never had more than one father figure let you down? Mine was my father's drug buddy, and my mother's affair guy, and their divorce lawyer, and her funeral director. All of which are evil little bastards- oh there was one person, her mum was basically like my dad. Only reason I'm not dead really."
"Maybe you're the problem." Louis mumbles. I smack him hard across the forehead. "I am the problem but you don't have to point it out. My god have you never heard of subtlety."
"I was kidding. Ow- hi Marcy." She twinkles her fingers at Louis. Hero dropping her head back. "Yeah hi, Marcy." Hero said in a low tone.
"How did you know where we were?" Tyler mumbled. "I just followed the weed smell."
"Marz will you put some sunglasses on please. Your face is annoying me." I throw the sunglasses from off my shirt. "Dude, racist."
"No. You just stare too much. Pisses me off." She sits down next to me, staring at me, or through me. "Freak. Anyway, I forgot to go to the diner the other day for the job thing so I should probably do that today."
"Oh, yeah no I spoke to, Adam, about that he said that he doesn't want you because you'll cause trouble." I scoff. "I would not."
"Do you not remember when he tried to get through that meeting with the guys on his team and you ruined the entire thing and he lost like 100k in seconds."
"Oh my god they were so annoying though. I did him a favour- oh my god stop." I push her face away, letting her fall. "Why are you in such a pissy mood today Styles?"
I went to answer, but I was still on this whole Hero thing, I cannot for the life of me figure out who it is she looks like. Or where I've seen her. I've seen her somewhere.
Louis nudges my leg, humming at me. "Your face pisses me off. I see you and suddenly my days ruined. Maybe you should leave."
I turned to find him smiling like he knew something I didn't. "Anyway." I turned back, taking my sunglasses back before standing up.
"I have places to be now. Hopefully I'll never see you again. Bye." Taking the pre rolled cigarette from behind my ear, I make my way off campus.
Walking down to my car. "Where are you off to?" Louis asks. "I have somewhere I need to be. I'd ask you to go with me but I really don't want you near me right now."
"Yeah?" He leans against the car with his arms folded. "Yeah." I tap his cheek. "You said you were free all day today. That's why you got high."
"Yeah well I found some things out that need to be sorted. Go away." He drops his head back. "You can't drive, you've got police watching you pretty much everywhere."
"I do not. They only watch me when I ask." He takes the keys from my hand. "I'll drive you there. Please?" I was weak, and pathetic. "If you ruin this. There will be hell to pay, my love."
Grabbing his face, I kiss his cheek, moving around to the passengers side. "So who was the girl?" He asks. "Fuck knows. I was drunk and you were missing."
"That's so romantic Harry." Changing gears, I watched him smack my hand away. "Stop that."
"Stop driving like a pussy." If looks could kill I'd be dead. "Keep your hands to yourself."
"You're moody- turn left. Why are you all moody all of a sudden?" He shrugs. "My lack of sex probably- you're going to the mall? That's the big thing that couldn't wait?"
"I just wanted to be surrounded by random people so that I didn't blow my brains out. People at college don't help, I need party city.l so park at the end."
"I think you're missing a word there Styles." His eyebrows raise. "Now?"
"Don't be a dick." He mumbles. "But that's my specialty. It's all I am, all I know. Everything my life has taught, I am, just a prick."
"Say please or I lock you in here and drive in 1st gear with my foot on the gas." I groan. "Please, baby." It was the least I could do for him. "Fine. Why do you need here?"
"I have to buy things. Tyler has that look in his eye and I-" he gasps. "Oh my god. You're throwing a party to cheer up your friend? Harry that's just the cutest thing."
"No I'm throwing a party to stop the moping because it's pissing me off." He slaps his hand down on my thigh, I lunge forward, pushing him away. "Okay let's go then."
"Why'd you have to do that? Why?" He shrugs. "I had an urge. I would've groped you but you're in a mood today so I went against it and just grabbed you."
"Oh how kind. Dickhead. I'm hungry, can we get food first?" He turns me away from the food court. "Please. I'm really hungry. Please."
"We're going. Calm down." I turned around, pointing at the food court. "But it's that way."
"Stop whining. That's only cute when you're drunk and desperate." I stop where I'm stood, turning around to look at him. "I'm high and desperate right now. I want the food court. Take me that way."
"Mate, the food court is that way." I looked up, grabbing his face to point him where it was. "No, that's the half you don't like. That way is your favourite things."
"But that's closer- hey do you reckon my dad died in that fire?" His eyes went wide. "Harry you can't just ask a person that. But no, he didn't, Marcy said he was on a plane going to- uhm, New York? I think?"
Drug deal. "Okay. So he's far?" He nods. "Yeah. You're safe. You want tacos no?" How the fuck does he know that. "You want the ones from Maria's?" I was so fucking confused. "How do you know that?"
"The other day when you got really high, you started violently shaking me yelling tacos. I'd say it was the most out of character thing you've done but the day before that you smiled at me so, you know."
"Can I have tacos? Can you buy my tacos because she's cut me off. She says I'm eating too many." He nods. "You are, six tacos in three minutes Harry. It's ridiculous."
"Marz can eat about twelve in five minutes so- her boyfriend ate like- I like a whole 16 inch pizza in about five minutes. It was disgusting."
