Who Knew (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 8

I wake up with an incredible headache. “Ugh, there’s seriously nothing worse than waking up with a headache.” I mutter to myself. I turn to my side trying to turn of the alarm clock. I see that it’s seven thirty and I have to be at work at nine.

I live five minutes away from here by car. Now, you might be wondering why I then wake up so early. One, because I never want to be late, even at my dad’s shop. Like I said before, it’s something that runs in the family. Two is because I take really long showers, that contains like ten minutes brushing my teeth. And three because I’m usually struggling with what to wear. I’m not really a fashionable person you could say.

However when I press the button of my alarm clock numerous times, the sound doesn’t go off. Since I’m not really in the mood right now and because of the terrible headache that I’m currently having, I do the only thing I have left. I throw my alarm clock from my bed to the nearest wall. With a satisfying sound it smacks against the wall and falls into pieces on the ground. Well, you could also say I’m not really a morning person.

I slowly get out of bed and make my way towards the bathroom. After a long nice warm shower that I much needed, I get out. After drying myself I go back into my room and grab some random clothes, not really caring if it fits with each other. Again, I’m just not in the mood now.

I look at the ground where my broken clock now lies. I can always buy a new one.

When I put all of my clothes on and tie my shoes, I make my way to the small kitchen and make my breakfast. I take in some medicine for my headache and then make my way towards the front door, taking my house keys, car keys and jacket with me.

When I lock the door I walk out of the apartment building towards my car.

It’s a small car with only two seats. It’s color is red, I know I’m a guy but I just love red cars for some reason. It does have quite some space in the back, so luggage or many shopping bags can fit in there. That’s enough for me. I treat my car a bit as if it’s my baby.

I know you guys are probably wondering why I don’t use my car to go to the bar. Firstly there is almost no parking space, even if there is a space available, it usually is too small. My car is my baby and I don’t want it in a too cramped parking space. Secondly, it’s going to costs me more money than with using the bus. The parking spaces over there aren’t very cheap.

I’m glad I have work today. At least it can help me keep my mind off of things for a while. I know I can’t run away from what happened yesterday, because I have to go there tomorrow evening again. I just want some peace on my mind for now, that’s all.

With those thoughts I turn the engine on, open my window and drive my way to dad’s shop. I arrive there within ten minutes and park my car in front of the shop. Here I can park freely but I do need to show that I work for the shop, so I put a piece of paper near the front window. That way cops can’t give me a fine or anything.

I get out of the car, lock it and go inside the shop. The shop is very simple. The room is basically one big square. Along the left and right side of the wall, tables are against it with all kinds of stuff. Then there are two long tables in the middle, thus creating three rows to walk into, to the back and forth again. The back is where you have to pay.

Next to the cashier, there is a door. That locates to another room which is smaller than the shop’s one. It does however have a tiny kitchen with sofas to sit on and a small tv. It’s quite nice I must say.

The advantage that comes with working here and my dad being the owner, is that I can take stuff with me. I can actually take whatever I want and whenever I want but I don’t do that. Unless it’s something I can use or really catches my eye.

I see my mom behind the counter reading a magazine. She and my dad each take turns being behind the cashier. There are almost always people here. There are also times when the shop is empty but that’s rarely. I think that is because there is only one shop like this in our entire city.

I make my way towards her. “Hi mom, how’s it going?’ I say when I’m standing in front of her. “Oh Louis, hello honey. Everything’s fine here.” She says and she stands up to give me a kiss on the cheek. When she pulls away she looks at me and I can see worry appearing on her face. “Honey, are you ok? You look pale and have bags under your eyes, what happened?” she asks me. I can immediately see her mother instincts kicking in. “It’s nothing I’m just tired and woke up with an incredible headache.” I say to her. It’s not entirely a lie, however the main cause of it has to do with a certain someone. But I don’t want to think about him right now.

“Yes, that sounds true to me considering how you look. You do know you can’t lie to your own mother, right? Besides I’ve known you from the day you were born and you were never a good liar. Tell me, what’s wrong? Does it have to do with your new job you started yesterday?” she says, her voice calm and very soothing to listen to. She puts her hand on my cheek and rubs it gently with her thumb. It reminds me of when I was younger, whenever I injured myself she would hold me and talk to me like that. My dad would then kick anyone’s butt who’d hurt me.

I love my mom immensely and am happy that she can almost always tell if I’m okay or not. However I don’t like it when I don’t really want to talk about it, like now. And right now I actually hate the fact that I’m a terrible liar.

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Hello angels!!

Here ya go, another update!!

To be honest im currently recovering from a cold right now. Yester i slept at 6!! That's something that rarely happens to me, I just felt completely exhausted and had no energy to move at all.

However since im doing a bit better, an update would be good right?

And seriously ugh!! Monday we have a chemistry test and i need to do other lots of homework too😠. So even in this state im doing some work and I already have a headache. (Not because of writing this chapter though, because that i thouroughly enjoy doing).

Wish y'all a happy weekend!

Vote, comment, anything!!

Goodbye angels!!❤
Barbs.