A MONTH LATER
It's been a whole month and i'm 100% sure Harry has given up on apologizing to me. I've barely seen him recently. When I come from school, he's either working or out and about clubbing or some shit. I honestly miss him but I'm not just gonna give in. I'm kinda over it. I mean he is my stepbrother. Why should I care who he's fucking.
He tried to apologize again, two weeks ago, but I ending up, kinda sorta, running away ? I tend to do that alot when it comes to problems I don't want to resolve.
~Flashback~
text from H;come downstairs.
L; no.
H; please, baby. I have something for you.
L; don't call me that.
H;please
please
pretty please
pretty please with a cherry on top.
Liza
Liza
you dead fam?
LIZA
L; OKAY. IM FUCKING COMING.
I walk down the stairs to find Harry sitting in the couch with a big ass tube of plain chocolate ice cream. Harry knew I had a weakness for old-fashion chocolate and was using it against me. Fuck. I still hate him but I could use some ice cream in my life.
No, I can't. I begin to walk back towards the stairwell until he calls for me.
"Liza, please" he says with worry in his voice. I can't help but feel sympathy for that asshole. I turn around and take a seat on the couch. I grab the tub and a big ass spoon and dig in. I scan the room idiotically, looking at anything. Anything but him.
"Can I explain" he asks and I open my mouth the respond but words don't come out. A lump begins to form in my throat and I pray to god I don't have a breakdown in front of him.
I find courage to look up at him but immediately regret it once tears started to form. Am I this weak?
"Don't cry, princess". He reaches to wipe a tear from my face but I swat his hand away and shot up from my seat before he can. "I can't" I simply say, handing him the tub and running up the stairs to the comfort of my own bed. I can't.
I regret leaving the ice cream.
~End of flashback~
We're all sitting at the dining table and surprisingly Harry actually shows up today. The tension between us is strong and It takes all my might to not stand up and leave this table. The room is quiet and all that can be heard is the sound of the utensils hitting the plates. Oh, how I hate that sound. The silence was broken by a deep, raspy voice.
"Can Kendall come over for dinner tomorrow?" He blurts out randomly. I look up at him and he is sending his stupid smirk my way. Two can play at that game.
"I have a boyfriend" I say the first thing that comes to mind. Oh shit, I don't have a fucking boyfriend. I'm single as a pringle. AND IM UGLY.
"WOAH WOAH. What?" my mom said with a confused face. I thought she was mad until she said "since when girlllll????". A wave of relief hits my body.
"Uhhhh, a month" I hesitantly lied. I mentally face palm for being such a bad liar.
"Oh my god, oh my god. My baby's all grown up" my mom says while gripping my cheeks. I hear a chuckle come from Harry's direction and sent him a mean mug.
"Honey, you have to bring him to dinner tomorrow!!! As well as Harry with Kendall". Once those words leave her mouth, I have a mini panic attack but played it off with the fakest smile ever.
"Sureeeeee" I lie again, playing with my food.
-------------------------------------------
I go to the bathroom and wash up for bed. As I leave the bathroom, I open the door to a shirtless Harry. Why does he do this to me? I try to ignore but can't help myself as I examined his perfect body. I quickly glance away and brush by him before he whispers, "I'm looking forward to meeting your boyfriend, babygirl".
I walk back to my room and throw my middle fingers up behind me. I look back to find him staring at my ass and biting his lip. "Take a picture it'll last longer, fucktard".
--------------------------------------------
I disappeared for a long ass time and im sorry lol. schools just alottttttttttt.
You guys should fmoig; @ hazsgurl :) comment your @ name and I'll follow you.
And sorry that this chapter is so short It'll be longer next time. Thanks for reading ❤️
