Open Mic || Larry

unpredictable

• harry •

i cringe a little when I see drew and this louis guy leave together. i don't even know louis - at all - but he seems like a nice enough bloke, and drew is poison. literally, he will ruin any relationship he manages to weasel his way into. i hate his guts, to be perfectly blunt. the other lads do too. the only reason he's in the band is because he's a massive bass geek, and he's good at writing songs once in a while.

ingrid taps my shoulder with an impatient groan. "harry! are we gonna get out of here, or what?"

i gulp down the vodka soda carl, the bartender, just gave me, and turn to face her. "yeah, let's go."

sometimes, i really hate ingrid. scratch that, i hate her all the time. but there's just something about her, and i'm at her beck and call like a fucking puppy. i slap a few pound notes on the counter and follow ingrid out the front door, and out onto the harshly lit street. with a quick flick of her hand, she hails a cab, and we're sliding into the back seat. i tell the cabbie my address, and lean back as ingrid begins to kiss my neck. i can smell the cigarette smoke on her, she exudes it. it's on her clothes, and in her skin. it's one of the things i wish she would quit. i stare absentmindedly out the window at the passing shops, and when we get to a stop sign, i stare into the window of a little sushi place. a couple sits in the window, they're laughing like crazy, and feeding each other food and drinking sake. a small part of me wishes that i could have something like that; a cohesive relationship. but another part of me – the bigger part – knows that i don't deserve one.

HEY!! SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING ANYTHING IN AN EON, BUT I WAS REALLY BUSY WITH SCHOOL/EXTRA-CURRICULARS!! I LOVE YOU ALL AND HOPE YOU LIKE EVERYTHING! bye, my lovely rootabagas!