Just imagine that's Harry Styles she's with. And read the lyrics in the picture.
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She was right, it was a lot to take in just looking at it. The sight was delicious and I think my eyes are tearing up.
"Okay, we just need more of the vegetables and we'll be done." She said and I looked at her agape.
"This," I pointed at the table full of food, specifically, Filipino food, "is just lunch?" I asked.
She looked at me weirdly and nodded, "yeah. Why?"
"I-It's so many. Like if I ate a half of it, I might explode." She snorted and then, smirked.
"I told you so. Just wait for dinner." She said and I looked at her, my mouth open.
"What? So, you mean, that's just the half of it in what you eat back home?" She just nodded and started stirring the vegetable in the stock pot.
"So, I've heard you have a bun in the oven." She suddenly said and I looked at her shocked.
How did she know about the baby?
"H-How did you know?" I stuttered and she chuckled.
"Darling, I know everything."
I narrowed my eyes at her and said, "Mom told you, didn't she?" She grinned and what she said next, surprised me.
"Oh, your Mom didn't tell me. Your Dad did."
"What? Dad told you? Well, that's surprising." I said and sighed, putting my hand on my stomach.
"Who's the father?" She asked, curiously.
"Harry." I sighed and she stopped stirring the soup.
"Wait. Harry, as in The Harry Styles?" I just nodded. I jumped when she threw away the spoon at the wall.
"That bastard! Why'd he touch you?!" She yelled, furious.
I was too shock to speak at what she just did and just let her take her steaming head to cool down.
"That cheating curly haired pig! He touched my cousin. I am going to kill him, when I see him!"
She took out a Butcher's knife - where did she get those?! - and took out a large meat and started chopping them into small pieces.
Okay, I'm starting to get scared.
"When I see that asshole I'll pull out his curly hair from his pretty face and make him eat it, I'll rub his face on a fucking shit and let him beg for me stop, but I still won't stop and lastly," she took a deep breath and smirked evily and that made me really scared to know what she wil do next.
And I silently prayed that Harry and Elijah won't ever meet, but it amused me at some time.
"And lastly, but deadly. I'll pull out his dick and let him watch it chop off little by little." And that made me choke on air.
She looks at me worried and I just shook my head, telling her I'm okay.
"Oh my Gosh." I breathed, "I'm so sorry for Harry meeting you."
She raised her brow and looked at me blankly, "you're still worried about him when you are pregnant with his baby that you both made with your egg and his fucking sperm that he couldn't keep it in his fucking balls!" She exclaimed and her face was turning red.
She's like a ticking bomb, every minute that'll pass, she will just explode.
Yup, our family has anger issues, but some of our family members and that included me.
When she finally cooled down, she sat on the chair and sighed, "sorry."
I furrowed my brows, confused.
"Why are you apologizing?"
"For blowing up. You know that me and your baby daddy had a beef between us." She sighed, plopping her elbow on the table.
I nodded and memories of when Elijah and Harry fought. Want to know why they do?
Harry and Elijah started having a grudge since we were teens, her being the youngest one, always gets teased by the boys, especially Harry.
She was a little bit fatter in her age and she was bullied in school, she couldn't tell her parents about it, because she thought that it will make it worse. She was always lonely and because of the bullying, she starved herself and almost lose her life with Ulcer.
So she moved in the Philippines and make her life go back in it's straight direction. And every time she comes back here in London, she and Harry have always a fight with each other and I don't even know the reason why they do and they won't tell me.
"And I still don't know the reason why you guys fought with each other. What is it though?" She grinned at me and shook her head.
"I can't tell you, Auden. Someday, but not today." She said and I pouted, crossing my arms.
"Why?"
She sighed, clearly annoyed at me.
"Two words," she lifted two fingers, "Harry. Styles."
Confused, I was about to ask what she meant when she already cut me off.
"Let's talk about something else." She suggested, changing the topic.
"What do you want to talk about?"
She smiled like a child opening her presents on a Christmas day, "another two words."
"What two words again?" I asked, frustrated by her two words. And when she did, my lips curled up into a smirk.
"Louis. Tomlinson."
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Sorry about not updating lately. School is hard and my classmate is the least I want to be with.
I know it's been what? 4 and a half years? I don't know, I still can't just let that go. She didn't even said SORRY to me. I can still hold a grudge because I'm like that.
So enough chit chat! Hope you like this chapter even though it's a little bit shitty. Bye!!!!
- Elijah <3
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