Losing It (Punk Liam Payne)

Chapter 8

"Okay yeah gross. Just like I thought" I watch as Rory scrunches up her face and sets the cup down on the counter. I laugh and take the cup sliding it closer to me.

"It's not that bad. You probably just haven't acquired a taste for it." I say bringing the cup to my lips and taking a sip.

"Nor will I ever acquire one. Tea is okay. Coffee is good too, but tea and milk, nope. I'll pass thank you" Rory says walking over to the fridge.

"You're just so used to the custom that's why." I say

"No, I'm just normal" she smiles pulling out the orange juice.

"There are lots of people who add milk to their tea, it doesn't always have to be coffee, just because people add milk to their tea or anything else to their drink that isn't "custom" doesn't make it not normal. It's just you're used to seeing in one way, and there are others that see it in different way." I explain

"Not normal" she says filling herself a cup and placing the orange juice back into the fridge.

Yesterday we had gone food shopping. We had bags and bags of groceries that have now filled our fridge. Of course that was after we cleaned it out. It took a while to get the smell out, but nonetheless everything is clean, shiny and fresh. Who knew baking soda could've stopped the smell from happening? It wasn't like I cared enough to think about what would go on with my fridge. There was nothing in there except for some ketchup packets, and other useless stuff that I am not sure why they we're in there. I was barely in my flat when I got it. I only got it to get away from home and to do as I please. My parents never knew about it. Nor did I tell them and I wasn't going too. I didn't want them up in my business as always. I did however clear the home of every illicit drug I had. Of course they weren't just lying around. I had them packed pretty deep.

I hated cleaning with a passion, but I couldn't sit and watch Rory do it all her own especially since I am the blame for the fridge smelling up. I was ignorant. But I know now.

"How can you drink that?" Rory shakes her head holding her glass of orange juice.

"It's good. You just aren't open to trying things. So anything that doesn't sound normal you think it won't taste good and since you already have that thought in your mind and mentally, you will process the taste as gross even though it tastes pretty good." I say

"You're just saying that to backup the British." Rory snickers

"It's not like all English folk have milk with their tea, a lot of people like just tea. I happen to like both." I shrug placing my mug into the sink.

"Whatever" she shrugs

"So where shall we go today?" I ask leaning over the counter.

'In this pouring rain?" she points out the window

"Sure why not? It's just rain" I say

"Of course I forget you lived here for a long time" she says

"Yes, I was also born here, shocker huh!" I fake gasp. "Besides it rained a lot in Seattle too, so you should be accustomed to it a bit" I say

"Yeah, I guess you're right" she nods

"We don't have to leave the flat if you don't want too. I was merely suggesting a thought" I say

'No, no I know. I know. I...I just...I don't know, is there lots to do in the rain?"

"Well there's jumping in puddles, mud pies, mud facials" I joke and she laughs

"Gross!" she shakes her head.

"I'm sure we could find something" I say

"Well Mr. I was born and raised her, tell me some suggestions and I agree to one. I can't really suggest something if I don't know what's around." she says