Sparrows

Chapter 14

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We continue to stare at each other, I analyzing his physique, his toned biceps, how defined his V line was, and how he was inked with several tattoos down his arm, and two on his chest and stomach. And it seems as though time had slowed down and we where the only two in the room, but not in the romantic way you read about in books, but more in a weird uncomfortable way.

I flinch and turn back to my notebook, looking down and trying to get myself to write, but only struggling to swallow.

“Hey, Harry! Come sit, breakfast is served.” Louis interrupts and Harry replies with a calm “thanks.” I am now just relying on my hearing because I could not handle witnessing this moment. I then realize that Louis and his ‘friend’ are sitting by each other, and the only available seat is right by me, and Harry realizes that, when he does not sit down on the table.

“ Well don’t be shy! Sit, sit,” and like that I look up at Harry, he then making eye contact with me, awkwardly sitting besides me, the layers between us so thin but yet so thick. I feel his eyes on me and I pretend that it doesn’t affect me, that it doesn’t make me nervous, that my heart isn’t gasping for air.

He begins to put food on his plate, and I just lay my elbow on the table, my palm supporting my face, and I draw circles with my fork above my plate until someone says something.

Louis, like usual, begins to talk,

“ So Harry, how was your night yesterday? I heard you hooked up with that girl who had her eyes on you all night, the rack on that girl-“

“Don’t objectify women.” I say bitterly before I can stop myself. I didn’t want Louis to continue, and I didn’t want to hear Harry say ‘yes, I did hook up with her.’

Louis begins to laugh and the tall brunette swats him on the arm, obviously agreeing with me. But with Harry, I could just feel him, I don’t know how, I felt as if he knew that I did not want to hear about it.

“ She came on to me, but I pushed her away, I didn’t hookup with her.” And then my heart relaxed and I was drowned with relief. He could have been lying, but I didn’t care. I moved my eyes to him, and we glimpsed for a second, the sincerity and apology seeping through his eyes, before tearing apart.

“So,” I say, “how was the sex last night?” I ask Louis confidently, not caring for what our company may think of me. It was payback time.

Louis chokes on his coffee and the girls cheeks flush, but I just calmly wait for my answer. I can discern Harry’s smirk.

“ Lara, meet my sister Marine.” Louis says sarcastically, pointing at me, I returning a sarcastic large smile, making Lara probably feel very uncomfortable.

“ I bet it was bad, Louis has always had a small, you know,” I whisper, “dick. Poor thing my mother had to take him to the doctor because she was worried he was ‘not developing right’” and then I smirk to myself and all I can here is the sound of Harry’s adorable laugh, and as well as the banging of utensils on Louis ceramic plate, him mouthing “fuck you” to me and I am just sitting here, drinking my tea, being an ass of a sister.