"Wake up you twit!" Harry's voice echoed in my room. I groaned lowly and opened my eyes. Harry wasn't there, but the door to my room was open showing that Harry most likely had been there. With a sigh I sat up. I had a feeling today would be a bad day but maybe it wouldn't. If I was lucky Harry might ignore me like he did sometimes. Or it would be as usual. It was hard to think but only two months ago we had been best friends. But something happened and Harry started to ignore me after their two years old friendship. Harry ignored me for about a week then he started to say stuff to make me sad. And I would lie if I said I didn't care or that it didn't hurt. Harry made me feel worse than I've ever felt, but I would not let Harry know that. That was something that I felt the need to deal on my own. 'Cause Harry didn't care about how I felt anyway.
I got dressed and ready for the day. As I went downstairs I saw Harry in the kitchen, only in boxers. He sat there looking all perfect eating a toast. Perfect, he's perfect in my eyes, it has to be something wrong with me. Whatever Harry does it has a background and yes I think Harry is absolutely perfect even if he's mean. I'm sure Harry has a reason to act the way he does.
I was gay, I knew that and I happen to be in love with my ex best friend who's bulling me without knowing bout my feelings for him. Or maybe Harry does know and that's why he's mean to me. But no, Harry wasn't like that, he' was a nice kid. Or he used to be at least.
I made himself a toast and a cup of tea.
"Do one to me too." said Harry and I raised an eyebrow in confusion at Harry.
"A what?" I asked.
"A unicorn, what do you think? A cup of tea your idiot." he snapped and I nodded, sighing, but making Harry a cup.
"Here you go." I said and gave Harry the cup. As I sat down I started to eat the now cold toast. I could feel Harrys' gaze on me while I sipped my tea. Just ignore him, I tried to tell myself, If you ignore him he will look away. But as the time past and Harry didn't look away I couldn't help it.
"Why are you staring at me?" I asked, trying to sound polite, but really how could I ask that question in a polite manner? Harry looked surprised first but then it turned to rage, oh shit. Just my luck.
"I was NOT staring at you. Twat! No one can stare at you 'cause they would die of your ugliness before they even looked!" Harry said with his angry dark voice. Great way to start a day Louis. Just perfect.
"Sorry." I mumbled looking down at my tea.
"You should be! I would be sorry if I was you. You're so worthless! You couldn't even make the tea taste good! You're so pathetic!" Harry snapped making tears burn in the corners of my eyes. Be strong Louis, it's the only thing you can do. Don't let him make you weak or at least don't show it.
I drank my tea fast -burning my tongue , of course- and went up to my room,slamming the door shut. Why was all this happening? Why did he hate me? Why did I love him? Just my luck I guess. Always get the bad stuff. But sometimes I couldn't help but think that Harry's right when he said that I can't sing and so. I'm not even close to be as good as the other guys if you'd ask me. Why did Simon put me in One Direction when I wasn't that good at singing? Maybe Simon had felt pity towards me and wanted me to be happy 'cause working in the music industry had always been what I had dreamed of doing. It's my life! Even if I wasn't good at it.
Maybe I really do suck.
