Revulsion (harry au)

Chapter Three

"That bitch!"

We walk out of the pizzeria, me angry, and harry laughing. The fucking waitress put mushrooms in my pizza when I specifically told her not to, and get this, she also put like 5 pieces of chicken on there. You'll never guess what I did when I saw the pizza. I threw it in her face. I don't take shit from people anymore.

"That was priceless," Harry laughs.

"Shut the fuck up, I'm pissed. That could've been some really good pizza."

"It was even better seeing her reaction."

"Yeah it was pretty funny." I laughed along with Harry.

"Woah are you sure you can handle it?" Harry asks as I reach for a wing from his take out box.

"Handle what?"

"The habanero mango sensation."

"I bet you I can go longer without anything to drink." Challenging Harry was a bad idea, but I had to prove him wrong. I'm stubborn like that.

"You're on."

"May the fire be ever in your mouth" I say as we take a wing and clink our chicken.

"Clink,"

"Child," Harry retorted.

"Loser," shots fired.

"You're gonna regret saying that," Harry takes a bite of the chicken and I take the hint and take one too.

It was at this time, I knew, I fucked up. Fucking hell it's so spicy. Shit shit shit shit.

I see Harry take another bite and copy his action. Fuck fuck fuckkkkkk. I've never mind cussed this much before. WHY IS THIS PIECE OF SHIT CHICKEN SO GODDAMN HOT! SOMEBODY CALL A FIRETRUCK BECAUSE MY MOUTH IS ON FIREEEE!

I noticed Harry reacting the same way as me, "Who's the child now?" I smirk.

"I wouldn't be so sure with yourself, you're the one who's eyes are as wet as the water you wish you could drink." he shoots back.

"Good one Styles, I'll give you that."

"You see that gas station over there?" Harry points to the right of me to a gas station.

"What about it?"

"I promise you that if you and I walk over there and buy two liters of milk, we can drink it and leave knowing that neither of us lost."

"Deal," I reply immediately.

We both get up and sprint to the gas station, leaving our devil wings behind.

Harry runs to the back of the store and returns back shortly with two liters of 2% milk. Great Harry, you got the wrong milk, 1% is where it's at. After he purchases the milks, milki, milkses or whatever you call them, we head outside and plop down in the curb.

"On the count of three we'll drink the milk at the same time and neither win or lose the bet." he says passing me the jug.

"One," he says

"Two," I continue.

"Three," we repeat in unison.

Both Harry and I lift our jugs up and I smile as I watch him chug the taste of loss down his poor flaming throat.

"So Harry," I begin as he puts his jug down to look at me, "Tell me how defeat tastes. Is it as bitter as your face right now? Or is it as sweet as my victory?"

He takes a look at my full jug and widens his eyes, "How did you-? But-. You said you would-"

"Ever heard of finger crossies."