The Garden Of Larry

Who invited all these squirrels to my birthday party.....

(Harry)

Happy Birthday to me! I'm officially twenty-five today and have absolutely nobody to spend it with. I planned on spending this time with my mum this year if Louis hadn't planned anything, but unfortunately I screwed things up with Louis and have no time to hop a plane to my mum's this time. I guess I'll just spend my birthday with Mr. Beer and Mr. Vodka. They may not talk, but that means that I don't have to. I've decided I'll have myself a one-man party! All that's missing is presents and cake. I guess I'll just order myself a cake from a restaurant. Who doesn't love take-away anyway?

I whip my mobile out of my pocket and order a chocolate swirl cheesecake for my birthday party. I know that you can't go wrong with that flavor and Me, Myself, and I happen to love that exact cake so it's a win-win-win for all of me. I wait patiently for my cake as I sit on my sofa with too many boxes of pizza and cheese bread. As soon as my cake arrives and I pay, the real party begins.

One bottle down

I am feeling slightly better now.

Two bottles down

I'm feeling a little buzzed.

Three bottles down

I'm feeling a bit lightheaded now.

Four bottles down

My condo looks kind of messy now that I think about it.

Five bottles down

Who invited all these squirrels to my birthday party?

Six bottles down

I think I better call Louis.

Seven bottles down

Maybe I should call Louis?

"Hello? Who the F is this?" Louis sounded annoyed.

"LOUIIIS!" I sound absolutely plastered.

"Harry, what do you want; I'm busy?"

"Are you all alone on your birthday?" I sound like a total idiot.

"No, Harry, it's your birthday, not mine."

"I was wondering if you're busy on my birthday."

"Happy Birthday. Now can I hang up now? I'm babysitting."

"Where is my birthday present?"

"Sorry, wrong number. Try again later."

I can't believe he actually answered the phone. Not only that, but he was actually talking to me. All that was coming out of my stupid drunk mouth was nonsense though. I wanted to tell him so much but for some reason, but stupid drinks were speaking for me. Atleast now was my chance to tell him anything and not have to remember it the next day.

"Louis, I love you."

"Harry, I can't do this with you."

"Tell me that you love me too."

"You know that I can't do that. I loved you and it's time for both of us to move on."

"I can't move on without you, Louis."

"Harry, I'm seeing someone now. It's serious and I'd appreciate it if you'd stop calling and leave me alone."

"But you're so beautiful."

"Thank you, but that doesn't change the past. What's happened to us has changed how things are. I'm sorry, Harry, but you need to move on from me."

"I know that I can fix it. I'll make it better."

"You can't fix something that's too broken."

"But I need you!"

"I'm sorry that you say that you need me, but I need you to move on."

"You need me too?"

"No. I said I need you to move on."

"What about what we have?"

"Had. We don't have anything anymore, Harry."

"Please don't leave me!"

"Goodbye, Harry."

He hung up and that was it. I put my mobile somewhere I couldn't find it until I was sober and curled up on my sofa. I was covered in pizza and the floor was covered in beer bottles and vodka bottles. I think I urinated on the carpet but I was hoping that it was just soda spilled all over the ground by the coffee table. I was in no mood to get up and clean and I was sure that I was going to pass out in a matter of seconds anyways. I don't remember all that I said to Lou, but I hope it all disappears tomorrow when I wake up.

If I remember even a shred of the conversation tomorrow, it'll probably destroy me. Why am I a complete idiot? Happy birthday to me.