colors (fem larry)

ageism

ageism
noun
prejudice or discrimination on the grounds of a person's age.
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"You promised!" I yelled in anger at my friend.

"You broke that promise the minute you opened your mouth, Louise." Zayn replied, rather harshly. What a true best friend I had.

"But-"

"No 'buts'. You'll go watch your movies alone." He stated, completely ignoring my begging.

"You know what? Fuck you. Better than that, go fuck Liam" I replied, leaving him alone on the sidewalk and heading to the main bridge, where I could get my bus.

I was hoping to have a nice night at the movies with my friend, but hEY WHY DID I HAVE TO OPEN MY INTERSECTIONAL FEMINIST SHITTY MOUTH .

I didn't regret it though. Zayn was just being a whiny... He'd say bitch, but I'd say whiny man, because that's the worst it can get.

Usually he'd stay by my side, I knew it. This time, he was just bothered by how aggressive I was with his "friends". Looking back, I don't blame him, but at that moment there was smoke coming out of my ears.

I sat on the bench, waiting for the bus. The main bridge had a few people here and there, but it wasn't as full like usually. The bus stop wasn't also the hot spot of the day as it seemed: there was only me, an older man who stood a bit far away and some random girl smoking on the bench next to me.

That was when I noticed that, that girl was Liam's friend from earlier. I had just noticed her then, but she clearly had her eye on me before, as she winked the minute I laid my eyes on her.

She was pretty after all. I guess I could say everyone was pretty when smoking- except Zayn and his cheap cigarettes. I found it very sexy indeed. She was wearing nice blue boots too, what helped. The girl patted the place next to  her for me to get closer and so I did.

"Hello" she said between smokes. Her voice was deep and slow. I guess the cigars helped a bit.

"Hey there" I replied simple, staring at my red vans. My bus was to arrive in 10 minutes so there was time to kill and try to be less angry. Her cigars had a nice smell, better than Zayn's. "Can I smoke?"

She raised her eyebrows, suspicious. "Aren't you a bit too young for that?"

I coughed, fake-offended. "Moi? Not even a month older or younger than eighteen! Now pass me the cig."

The curly haired girl still didn't give up. She analyzed me carefully with her green eyes, and apparently what she saw was enough to put a smirk on her lips. "You aren't even legal, kid. And Liam told me you don't do drugs."

That surprised me. She had questioned Liam about me? Or had Liam said anything about me? "Who said I'm not legal?" I questioned. "You've been doing research on me, by the way?"

Another smoke. Her lips were pretty hot when smoking to be honest. Innocent pink plus mysterious fog wouldn't be the best match, but with her it was. "If I was, I'm an amazing researcher, because I didn't have to do a single question about you, Louise Tomlinson, 17 years old, who lives with dad, stepmom and four brothers. They all had the pleasure to chit chat about you enough so I get all the information."

I was impressed in the inside, but I wouldn't let myself be won so easily. "That's nothing really, anyone could have gotten to that with a small talk with Liam or Za-"

"You're friends with Zayn since you were ten, you don't talk to many people, read too many books and watch too many movies. You are actually really passionate about cinematography and scripts, probably majoring on cinematographic arts."

Okay, now that was weird. I guess my mouth dropped or something, because the girl chuckled lightly at the sight of my face.

"You participate in a lot of movements, feminism being your priority." She continued, eyeing me. "But you oddly think men should take a part in it." That last part had a tiny little bit of sarcasm.

Well, I couldn't exactly stand up shut listening to that. "Oh, and you don't think so, missy?"

She didn't even flinch at my irony, taking another drag. "So young, so pure."

"That's ageism."

"Poor you, really." She answered, and her irony bothered me. I was the ironic prick usually. "All I am saying is, I noticed how Zayn held your arm today."

I raised my eyebrows, not sure what she meant with that statement. "And?"

"You probably consider him a feminist. But I know he scolded you after like you were some kind of little girl and that time he pressed your arm" She took a deep smoke. "Boy, how I wanted to punch him."

I still didn't buy her talk. "I disagree-"

"Oh, I am perfectly aware you do, sweetheart. But the same way you think you can smoke, you think you know all about feminism. I assure you you're wrong."

Okay, that was it.

"You've been putting me down because of my age this whole fucking discussion and that's inadmissible. Not only because you're probably only two years older, but also because it doesn't matter your age, it doesn't make you less or more superior than I am."

She took another smoke, smirking. "Four years older. And nice. Now put that anger against Zayn when he holds your arm that way again."

"Fuck you, girl!" I yelled getting up and walking. I'd rather go home by foot than to listen to anymore minute of so much bullshit.

"It's Harriet, but you can call me Harry, princess!"