dreamer ➵ larry stylinson

thirteen

thirteen

I hummed softly to the Christmas music playing on the radio; I was currently going to a fast food restaurant for some food. After I eat, I have to go over to Zayn's for the party. This year, he said it wouldn't have alcohol or anything partially illegal. Since his neighbours complained last year, the party was literally a cake, present swapping, and whatever else Zayn finds to do for fun.

My mum had texted me today and we had a long conversing about me buying a pet to keep me company. Little does she know that my pets are literally Niall and Liam barging into my flat in the mornings. Liam had come in this morning once again to ask to borrow my broom. He could have taken it himself and tell me later, but no, he had to wake me up at exactly seven in the morning.

A sigh escaped my lips as I pulled up into the McDonald's drive-through. It was lunch time and apparently everyone today had decided to get food from here as well.  I pulled out my phone and started to type out a message to Harry.

i'm bored tell me a joke. - Lou xx

In a matter of minutes, he texted back:

why did the little boy sleep on the chandelier? -H x

I smiled at the text, moving up in the long line for the drive-through. 

i don't know why? - Lou x

because he was a light sleeper. -H x 

Immediately, I face-palmed, shaking my head, and texted back:

that was terrible Harry. - Lou

Still shaking my head, I turned my gaze to the long line to get food. It was starting to get a little shorter, but it gave me enough time to think. Since Saturday, Harry has been anything but nice; it almost caused me to have whiplash. Harry hasn't been bipolar, usually he'd get mad, then all of the sudden start crying and just break down.

Once I ordered and got my food I parked my car in the carpark and began to eat. My birthday was coming up really fast and I got excited every time I thought about. This year, my family has not told me how we were going to celebrate it; whenever I bring it up, Mum always changes the subject. I even tried texting Lottie, which responded with a no.

Speaking of text messages, I looked down to see two texts from Harry.

No x? :( -H xxxxxxxx

louuuuuuuuuuu answer me -H x

I rolled my eyes and pressed the call button, placing the phone against my ear. I ate a chip while the ringing went on. After a while, Harry picked up.

"Hi."

"Hi Harry."

He chuckled. "I just got done wrapping your gift. I hope you like it."

"You got me a gift? You didn't need to." I told him, eating another chip.

"But I wanted to. Besides, you're birthday is tomorrow; I wanted to at least do something for you. Oh and do the other guys know I'm coming?"

"Yeah, I told them. Niall freaked out because he didn't have a gift, so at like midnight, I think, he went out to the store to buy you something. And Zayn and Liam just said okay. Personally, I think they should have been more enthusiastic." 

"You told Zayn? Did he ask any questions about us?" He asked warrily.

"No, why would he?"

He coughed. "Well, if I were him, I'd wonder how his two mates got so close in the short span of time."