"I wish you didn't feel like this." I speak, clearing my throat. I am sat with Verity in her living room. She hasn't said much at all. She was silent the whole way back and didn't say a word as we entered her home. I'm sorry that Harry behaves like this towards her. It's stupid, easily avoidable. She never really was the person to be open about how she was feeling so it isn't likely that I'll be getting anything out of her anytime soon. I just wish that he didn't have such an effect on her because she doesn't deserve to feel upset.
"What are you implying?" She finally speaks, her voice sounding shaky at points, as if she has been crying or is about to. "That I shouldn't?" she adds, snapping slightly.
"No, no. I mean, you don't deserve to feel upset, but you have every right to." I explain as she takes in my words. "He's an idiot, the biggest idiot."
She runs a hand through her hazel waves whilst silently agreeing. I can tell that she has no energy to even rant about him at this point by the way she twiddles with her hair. She's thinking.
"But I just wish things could be okay." I state hesitantly.
"Why? What did he say to you?"
"Nothing really" I lie, knowing I probably shouldn't.
"I saw you two talking! What did he say?" She exclaims, throwing her arms up dramatically.
"He wanted to speak to you but," I begin and she finally looks at me. "I told him no."
"Good." She snaps. "I don't want to see him and I don't want to speak to him." She adds bluntly, crossing her arms and sinking further backwards in to the seat.
"Maybe when he is sober and things have cooled down, that's what I told him." She stops for a moment and takes in what I have just said.
"No way! Absolutely not!" She rants running her hand through her hair.
I think that this reaction is a spur of the moment thing. She is very forgiving. In fact, I could probably bet money on her letting this go, but even if she did decide that she wasn't going to speak to him again, the fact I have given him hope won't make things any easier.
"Ok, so, you're just going to ignore him from now on?" I ask, making the decision that this will be my last question.
"Yes." She says and I actually hope for once she can stick to this. At the same time, I like them together, but only when Louis is out of the picture because he changes people. I don't know why, or how, but he does.
I make endless attempts to lighten the mood over the following two hours, failing mostly, but eventually her thoughts seem to have drifted a place where Harry is not. I put on one of our favourite comedians, Michael Mcintyre, and help myself to some popcorn out of Verity cupboard. We have changed in to our comfy clothes, oversized t-shirts, jogging bottoms, that sort of thing. I like it like this, like the old days when we used to be in school- we've always been close but sometimes life just gets in the way and it's hard to find the time to do this sort of stuff. I snap out of daydreaming and notice that Verity has fallen asleep. I look around the room until I find the familiar lilac blanket that we usually use when I stay here. It matches the lamp- shades. I place it over us both. The wool is so soft and delicately woven in to place. I follow my eyes along the detail as I remain deep in thought about how life has changed.
*
I wake abruptly to the sound of a loud banging and I have no doubt in my mind what is happening. I leap out of my seat towards the front bay window and move the curtain a tiny way back, my worst fears are confirmed. They're here and I bet this is Louis' idea. I wait a while and hope they will give up and leave. They act like children; surely they'll get bored soon. I make sure not to create too much movement towards the window in case one of them sees me.
