Oblivion [H.S.]

S e v e n

"NO!"

"Bloody hell, Harry! Are you trying to get me killed? Almost choked my pasta."

"I can't believe I forgot it!"

"Forgot what?"

"Stupid, incompetent, bloody-"

"Harry, I swear to God if you don't answer me-"

"I forgot to submit my book to the library! I was supposed to do it after work yesterday!"

"Oh, buhu."

Harry fiddled with his purse to find it, with no luck. Of course he couldn't find it when he really needed it. He tugged his hair in frustation and ran into his bedroom. Luckily, there it was, laying neatly on his nightstand. Less than zero. A book Harry had just read. He liked it, but he thought it was a bit pretentious, something Harry despised in books. It was in a way supposed to be, so maybe the book just wasn't for him in the way the author wrote.

He breathed out relieved and went over to his desk to grab it. Next to it was a picture of Harry and Sophia. It was from the summer two years ago. They had just had a water balloon fight and were soaking wet. The sun was shining and their hair were dripping as they smiled to the camera with Hailey in Harry's arms. They were so happy that day. Harry remembered every detail of it. The smell of Grace's waffles from the kitchen, the warm summer air, the serene feeling lingering throughout the day.

His smile dropped, and he grabbed the book and left without thinking more of the picture. It only made him realize how depressed he really was deep inside.

"Come on," Harry said and picked up his car keys from the kitchen table.

Louis slurped another spaghetti into his mouth and tilted his head up from the bowl. "Are we going on an adventure?"

"Yeah. To the library. Chop, chop."

Louis sighed and picked up his bowl, walking towards the door. Harry put his hand to Louis' chest, stopping him.

"What's your problem?" Louis asked with furrowed eyebrows.

"You're not bringing that in my car."

"What, why?"

"Because you'll get pasta everywhere, and you're gonna make a big mess."

Louis rolled his eyes and went over to the kitchen island again, sitting down. "Fine. I'll just stay home then."

Harry's eyes widened. "B-but .. Louis!"

Louis shrugged. "I could come with you, but you won't let me in your car."

"It's, it's the white leather seats. They'll get dirty. You know how much I love my car?" Harry pleaded and looked at Louis with a begging look.

"And you know how much I love my pasta. Harry, I swear I won't make a mess. And if I do, I'll just wipe it off with those baby wipes you've got in your car or something."

"They're not baby wipes."

"Then what are they?"