Wasted

Chapter 22

*Louis's POV*

"Who are you texting?" Harry asks, sounding like an annoying gossip girl. The little noisy kid he is.

"Nobody." I smirk, my eyes not leaving the screen of my phone.

"I told you to leave her alone." He sighs. "You already got into a fight with Zayn, Liam has yet to come and you know it." I ignore him, the tone of his voice doesn't please me at all. "Don't you think this isn't worth it? I can lose the girl I love because of you're selfishness and you'll probably get some kicks in the ass too. You're bringing the past up and that's not what I want okay, I'm moving on, doing something with my life, you should try it once."

"Please you sound like my dad."

"Well if you weren't this shit of a person I wouldn't have to, then Lance could still be your father but you fucking push everyone who cares about you away, you always do!"

"Keep your nose out of my business!"

"No Louis not this time! You know I care about you but I'm not letting you ruin things for me here! You get into fights with her friends, I lose my girl and on top of that you hurt the damn feelings of a beautiful girl who's the only one who tries to really like you!"

"And that all for nothing." I mock him.

"Yes indeed, that all for nothing." He sighs. I'm not looking at him but I know he's shaking his head now, his curls flying trough the air.

"Why, Louis," he asks, "why are you doing this?"

I don't know why actually. It's kind of fun. I guess it satisfies me when people get attached to me and then be pushed away, see the hurt in their eyes, knowing they feel the same fucking pain as I felt again and again. The pain of being ripped away from what you deserve and what you love with all your heart, and never getting it back again. It satisfies me when people give me their heart so I can break it and smash in on the floor while they're watching, just like my family and all the other people I once loved did.

"You're unbelievable." He sighs and angrily throws his can in the trashcan. His long legs carry him to the door of his bedroom what he smashes as he entered.

I let out a small breath, a sigh. Why is everybody making it so difficult? Why can't Zayn and Liam just leave it? Why would Harry care this much about a fucking girl? They're not worth it. Nobody is. Nobody is worth of my kindness and love. Nobody deserves it to make me attached to them and make me love them or something terrible awful like that. Nobody.

Harry is the only one I care about on this fucking planet besides Riley and even he can walk to the moon on days like this. Even he can get the best of me sometimes. There isn't one single person who didn't hurt me, not even once. Someone like that doesn't exist and I'm pretty sure there will never be someone who won't hurt me. Pretty damn sure.

I saunter to the kitchen to grab some crisps and let myself fall onto the sofa. The only one I respect on this planet may I say, is my sofa. My eyes catch the damn photograph on the dresser, a girl with light brown hair, just like me, and big green eyes is smiling at the camera, her small white teeth visible. The pink of her lips looking gorgeous next to the green of the grass she's laying on, yellow flowers all around her body. Her skin is slightly tanned and the white of her dress makes her look even more tanned than she is. Well was. Or is I have no fucking clue how she is now. Her eyelashes are so dark that the green of her eyes is even more sparkling, and that damn girl of a Madison reminds me of those eyes in every way, the same green with the same fucking eyelashes. The black orbs smiling while speaking every word she means. I abruptly look away, I stand up from the sofa and grab the photograph, I don't even take a last look before I put it in one of the drawers together with my keys.