lost you | jeff wittek [DISCONTINUED]

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REAL LIFE.

i wake up from my nap to see tons of notifications from twitter and instagram. clicking on one of the notifications took me to instagram, which took me to david dobrik's comment on my recent post.

it was fine until i saw harrison's response to the comment. and for some reason, it released some anger that i never knew was there.

"harrison anakin teller!" i yell furiously from the top of the stairs. looking down from the railing i can see him sitting on the couch with one of my cats, coco, fast asleep on his lap, while my brother's cat paws away at his jeans.

he let himself in. i thought. he always does. he's basically a member of my family at this point. so, my family really doesn't mind.

"shh, you're gonna wake up coco," he says, cooing him back to sleep as he rubs his fingers through his thick coat of white fur.

i skip down the stairs, quickly. through the kitchen and plop right down beside him, feeling slightly angered at what i woke up to.

my heartbeat was faster than normal and my heart ached slightly. not in a "heartbroken" way. but out of nausea, nervousness.

i took a short breath before swallowing hard and tucking a piece of my hair behind my ear, finally getting some courage to speak to harrison without losing my breath or getting so mad to the point where tears burned in my eyes.

i was fuming with embarrassment. i didn't want people to think i needed david dobrik, just like he needed me six years ago. i didn't need anyone to help me, and i most certainly didn't want some of his judgy fans to send me hate comments about how i didn't belong in the "vlogsquad".

by now he was eyeing me as if i was crazy. i yelled his name a minute ago and when i got down here i was a complete mute.

i took another short breath, speaking low, but still at the level where he'd hear me. "why.. why'd you do that?"

"do what?" he shrugged, looking at me with his eyes squinted.

"why would you- why would you tell david dobrik that it was okay for him to buy us tickets to go to LA?" my voice was slightly higher this time.

"i didn't think it mattered, ads." he studied me, even though i wasn't looking at him i felt his eyes on me. "i thought you missed them, all of them. i mean it's clear they miss you."

he truly meant it, i could tell when he wasn't being sincere and he truly didn't think it mattered. and, as much as i wanted to yell at my absolutely stupid best friend right now, i couldn't.

he did it out of kindness, and if i was being honest, i was letting my anger get the best of me. i mean, really what was there to be mad at? definitely not a free trip to LA.

i opened my eyes to meet his. they were soft, he felt bad and i could tell. i nodded to myself.

"it's fine, hare," i looked at him. "when do we leave?"

"tonight at five." he reverted his eyes back onto coco, who was sound asleep.

"are you serious?"

"why wouldn't i be?" he looked at me, rubbing his eyes as he did so. "david sent me a text, we leave at six pm and we're expected to arrive in LA at seven fourty-five pm."

i was giving him a death stare, my heart was beating even faster than before, i was being bombarded with emotions.

"okay..." i took another breath. "so it's currently one thirty in the afternoon, you need to go home and pack and i have to pack plus tell my parents i'm leaving the stat-"

"woah, woah, woah.. if you're going to LA, i definitely want in." my older brother acer chimed in as he came through the front door.

"too late, dingus, we already got tickets." i teased.

"i'll get tickets for later in the week," he responded as he picked up his grey cat, silas, and cuddled him to his chest, welcoming the cat with a mother-load of kisses. "and tell natalie that i'm coming." he winked at me before making his way to his room.

"she's over you, dummy!" i shouted as he walked upstairs.

in high school, my brother and natalie were vernon hills "it couple". they dated from sophomore to senior year. but when graduation came one of them wanted to leave and the other stayed, they didn't even try to make things work. which is what confuses me to this day. i have a feeling i never got the full story.

"can we bring coco?" harrison looked at me with big brown puppy dog eyes as he changed to subject back onto us.

"yes, of course i'm bringing my cat. now go and get ready."

"okay, i'll walking back here around three and then we'll uber to the airport?"

"sure." i nodded, finally being able to take a deep breath as i stood up.

"and one more thing," he added, walking towards the door.

"hm?" i look at him from the living room.

"i hate you!"

"i hate you more!"

and that's it, i'm going to see david dobrik tonight.