Bad News

Chapter 17 - Confession

(December 31st, 2014)

"How was Christmas?" Louis asks nervously.

It's been two weeks since I found out my parents' divorce. Two weeks of rethinking what could've gone wrong in their relationship. I was mad, completely baffled by their choice. But as the time went on, I also started to find little bumps –things that could possibly make them choose divorce as their final answer.

One perfect example had happened when I was five. When Sandra and Joe about to go on a school trip, my parents argued over a stupid cell phone. My mother had insisted to give hers to Sandra, just in case something happened while she was on the road. But as usual, my father had just laughed it off. I remember hearing their fight from my room at eleven in the evening –which actually way past the curfew.

In the end of the day, my father won the argument. Sandra didn't bring a cell phone with her, which left my mother being upset and worried the whole time. Naturally, she was pissed with my father. I thought it was only a usual routine, fight–someone won–the other pissed. But looking back to it, she gave him a silent treatment for almost a month. That is unusual.

I had thought it over and over and I've come to a conclusion that their divorce isn't caused by their recent fights or arguments. Those little bumps are the real reason why they even thought about it in the first place. They piled up one by one and it only took a single blow for it to be done. It's more or less like a domino effect. You only touch one but they're linked to one another.

"I had been in a better situation," I shrug in reply. Louis just nods and drinks from his cup again.

Harry had stayed for four days after that day. Well, he wanted to stay for another nights but I scolded him instead.

"You're only wasting your money. And what about your family? Don't you think they want you to be home for Christmas?" I smack his chest two times, causing him to groan a little.

"They saw me last year, it doesn't matter if I miss this one. What? You don't like me being here?"

I roll my eyes. "Now you're talking nonsense. Of course I like your presence but I will feel bad for Anne if you continue your stay."

Harry takes my hand in this, not caring if people at the park look at us weirdly. "I will go only if you promise to call me everyday until I see you again."

I can feel my cheeks being warm in an instant. He knows how to make me blush nowadays, something I'm not used to. "Fine. I will call you every single day. Happy now?"

He smiles and pulls me closer to him. "More than you can imagine."

True to my words, I call him everyday. Sometimes in the morning, the other times in the evening when I'm getting ready to sleep. Twelve days later, he still greets me with the same enthusiasm, the same cheery tone.

"Do you want a refill?" Louis eyeing the empty blue cup I've been holding for a while. I nod to him. "Wait here, I won't be long."

Louis had known about the divorce for a bit longer than I did. When he told me that piece of information, I had screamed at him for a good two minutes and then kicked his balls. If Harry hadn't been there, I probably would've murdered him –something that I will regret. And even though Louis reasoned it wasn't his place to tell, I still hold a grudge, only a little though.

So, when I went to his house last weekend with my mother, I didn't even talk to him. He knew better than to start a conversation anyway. That was until one of his little sister, Phoebe, demanded us to make cookies. She even whined because our mothers were too busy catching up that they just shooed her away.