Blurriness

Chapter Two

(Sidebar Photo: Louis Tomlinson :) x )

This is how I first really talked to Harry. Since that day, I had always wondered how I had gone to this school for three years as a quite open and bubbly person without really making any new friends. Looking back now, I understand, but little did I know that time...

I had been friends with Luke since Kindergarden, and with Lory since middle school, so they didn't count, and my friendships with Eleanor and veronica were mostly connected to Loreen. Obviously, I still had Louis, but neither was I wanting to run after my big brother all the time, nor would he've liked that.  

Anyway, after the first lunch break in the music room with Harry, we decided to meet there three times a week and became friends by the time, getting to know each other better each meeting. After a while, we even started hanging out in our free time as pals whenever we were bored and I got to learn that Harry was a really great person with a good heart besides his little ticks and minimal flaws. Since Luke had disappeared into nowhere and apparently didn't even bother to call or text me at all anymore, I needed a guy friend at least a BIT comparable to him, and Harry did that job quite well. Also, Liam Payne started greeting me whenever we saw each other, and his kind of friendly aura put a smile on my face and strengthened my wills and decisions for the day.

Socially, it was going upwards for me, and I was successfully losing a bit of weight, too. Louis and Mum weren't too happy about that last point, neither was Dad, but I was, so it didn't exactly matter to me.  

Though my stomach was still growling a little, I dropped my fork and leaned back onto my chair, earning a look from my brother who raised an eyebrow. " 'You okay Cat?" Mum asked and I smiled. "Yeah I'm just full. Can't eat anymore, thanks." I replied and she looked at my plate. "But you barely ate half of your portion." She said. I shrugged and saw Louis slightly shaking his head in the corner of my eye. Mum sighed and put the rest of my dinner into our Australian Shepherd Sammy's bowl, who munched it up within a few seconds and looked at me with his huge blue and brown eyes afterwards, like he was begging me to keep him from starvation. I waited for Louis and Mum to finish, then put all the plates together and carried them to the sink. I kissed Mum's cheek and went to go upstairs in a good mood, but Louis was crossing my plans by following me into my room.  

I had been at Lory's house all day since it was Sunday, and we'd had a lot of fun baking cupcakes and taking pictures together, so up to this point I'd been pretty satisfied with my day, but apparently Lou saw it as his task to overcare about me once again.

I sat down on my bed as he closed the door and crossed his arms, his eyes glued to my body.  

Yeah, that was what the relation to my brother was like. I loved him more than anybody else on the whole planet. He was literally my best friend, the one I shared (almost) every secret, every laugh, every tear with. Though, we seemed to be the most different characters alive. Louis could be the nastiest and rudest person ever if someone got him upset; he would start yelling and try to defend himself and offend the other one as hard as he could, while I was the person to make a sassy comment, smile sweetly and walk away. Obviously, I could be a bitch like my brother, but anyone rarely talked to me anyways so that usually wasn't exactly necessary, and also, Louis or Luke would always step in for me before I could try to get into trouble with anybody. I liked staying at home and blogging, or watch a good movie on my own along with ordering pizza, while Lou always needed action. When he had time for it, he'd go and train for soccer matches or clubbing with friends. He loved being around people and having a good laugh, due to his loud and life-loving personality. Besides all that, his grades were generally somewhere around A- or B+, but mine had dropped down to D's and C's, especially at the moment. When we walked around somewhere together, he'd be smiling at everyone and exchange a few words with them ; I was the one to look at the floor and keep my emotions to myself as much as I could. Louis and I were so different that those who didn't know it any better used to think he was my boyfriend, to which we both would react with a "aw hell no". He always overcared about me, I found, just like that time.