Detrimental [H.S.]

𝟸𝟹 - ʙɪᴛᴄʜ

I already made my way to the kitchen to grab some breakfast. Yesterday was weird. It was like each day just progressively got weirder. Nothing felt right anymore. Everything felt odd.

I pushed the kitchen door open and exposed the beautiful marble layout. Seeing as there was food prepared, my stomach grumbled in hunger.

The past few days, I didn't even focus that much on eating. I didn't even remember when I had my last full meal. I would just eat a snack here and there but never a full meal.

The smell in the air heightened my feeling of hunger because it smelled of bacon and eggs. I was never a big bacon fan but at this moment in time, it smelled like heaven.

Without a second thought, I went to the large counter table placed in the middle and took a bite of the bacon that was placed so neatly on a plate. My tastebuds explored the delight and had me reaching for more.

But before I could resume eating the food, I heard a strong British accent in the air.

"Hey Toria, that's my food."

No No No. This wasn't supposed to happen. The plan was to stay away from him as much as possible. He will end up finding out if he stays in the same room as you.

LEAVE.

Out of panic, I dropped everything I was holding and rushed my way towards the door. Hearing my rushed footsteps clank against the hardwood floor, I attempted to escape. Wasting no time whatsoever, I reached for the door handle but it was already twisting on its own.

Harry was seen, coming in opposite from me while I was just trying to escape. He held a confused expression which was expected since I was frantically going at the door.

He blocked my way, and I knew I couldn't just sprint out now. So with the strong worry of all of us in the same room, I cursed in my head a few times.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I turned around slowly, my eyes shut, and took a deep breath in. Removing my nervous hand from the cool touch of the doorknob, I reopened my eyes and faced the person I was planning on avoiding for the rest of my life...

"Hi, Louis," I spoke, giving him a pathetic smile and a little hand wave.

I already felt this intense wave of panic surge through me when I glanced at Louis, eyes wide opened. His eyebrows were a bit furrowed, which I didn't blame. I was literally running away from him just because he spoke to me.

Except that wasn't the case. I ran from him, knowing that if he found out about me and Harry's little get together at the Halloween party, I would be screwed for all eternity. The worry that terrified me the most was the fact that Harry entered, meaning if a word about it slipped from his lips, I would be more than screwed.

Harry didn't have a clue about what Louis and I talked about. In fact, he was clueless that I basically promised Louis I wouldn't touch him in that way, not that he would even care. He didn't give a fuck for a lot of things, assuming this one also.