"Fuck, what was that for?" Harry whined, rubbing the spot I had slapped him. I couldn't help but admire myself as the red spot spread on his face.
"Sorry I- I just, sorry." I say quietly, shaking my head sadly. Everything about Harry makes me think of Louis, everything about everything makes me think about him, actually.
"Louis' a mess without you, you broke his heart." He frowned, causing my mouth to fall agape. I broke his heart? I almost laughed.
"Whatever he told you was a lie, it was all a fucking lie." I snap, new tears forming in my eyes. I took a deep breath, not wanting to cry over Louis anymore. "He- He never paid any attention to me. It was always, Hazel hold this while I take a photo with this fan, Hazel stop! I'm trying to talk to the fans. and once, Hazel, the fans are right, you could lose a few pounds." I whimpered, the tears deciding to fall anyways.
Traitor Tears.
"What? He told us you just stormed out after he took a picture with a fan." Harry frowns, shaking his head. He sighed, running a hand through his chocolate mop of curls. I laughed harshly, grabbing my coffee.
"That shows how lovely Louis is." I say angrily, the tears streaming down my face feeling hot as I get angrier. How dare he try to be the victim? How dare he.
"Goodbye, Harry." I murmured, smiling weakly at the taller boy. He looked like he wanted to say something, but he just sighed and smiled back weakly.
"See ya around, Hazel."
