One More Day (H.S.) #wattys2016

Twenty-Sixth Day

Dolly

   
I have told him that whenever I'm upset, I speak my mind without a care if I'll hurt someone. But he said I do otherwise.

Oh gosh. I think I'm turning red in the face again!

Quickly, I set off outside, leaving Bert behind with the cart of groceries.

"Oy! We're not done talking yet."

As soon as I feel that it's safe for my face to be exposed to my best friend again, I turn to him, only just remembering what our topic for today was.

"Let me just make it clear... You got suspended for three days because Harry and Hunter fought again? And on the set?! And because of you?!"

Bert exclaims to my explaining of the reason why I am free until Monday and that he can't tell my mum.

Because weekends are no-work day, I wouldn't say three days for today is already Sunday (second day of my suspension). So, I made myself believe that I am only here on my day off, and that I'll be too lazy to go to work on tomorrow.

"He was acting like a jealous boyfriend." Come to think of it, Harry looked really upset back then... Well, of course his behaviour was triggered by Hunter.

But somehow, when I think about me being the reason, his actions are making me a little happy. I thought this part to myself.

Bert pulled the trunk close, turning to me.

"Don't you think it's because he is jealous?"

"Seriously? Do you hear yourself?" I crane my neck to thoroughly scrutinize Bert. He was serious, alright. Still, I wait if there is any hint of hilarity.

None whatsoever can be seen in his face.

"What's with that look?"

"Bert... We're talking about Harry Styles getting jealous? Because of me?" I added with a snort, and make my way to the convertible Volkswagen that Aunt Helen lent us. Subtly, but still, I was limping because of the stupid bruises on my thigh.

What happened yesterday was a secret. Especially the part where I fell in the tub and Lily's shirt was ripped by none other Harry himself because I got stuck in it. I hadn't told Bert for fear of having him pouncing at me because one: he is happy and two: he is really happy for me. I mean, why is my friend like that? Shouldn't he be overprotective of my innocence?

"Oh come on, you ignorant bitch." Bert chided with a roll of his eyes.

Right. Of course, I don't fall under the word innocent when it is Bert I'm talking to.

"Why else would he go to the extremes of trying to kiss you and getting suspended because of you?" Bert yells over the roof of the car.

If you only knew, Bert. It was because of Hunter. But I swore to Harry that whatever happened at my apartment will remain there, safe and intact.

"I have Niall's crutches framed in my room, do you want to use them?" My friend adds.

"Don't mention any member of a boy band. You're driving me mad."

"You walk ridiculous." He states a matter-of-factly.

"Just..." I groaned. "I'm so confused right now, okay?"

"That's why I'm helping you."

"Wow. Just wow. You're not really helping Bert." I sarcastically drawl.

"Oh, and darling, how about that rule wherein he can control your personal life when you're not allowed to pry on his?" He asked incredulously, hopping into the driver's seat, ignoring what I said.