The Bet: Larry Stylinson

Fooking Avocados

"What bet?" I ask Harry again. He still hasn't responded. "Hello?" I ask him getting angry.
"Maybe we should go outside and talk." Harry tells me slowly. Why would we have to go outside and talk? What the hell is going on?
I nod wanting to know now.
After Harry leads me outside he tells me to sit down. I shake my head and I stand accross from him with my arms crossed he lets out a sigh and begins. "So basically after my step dad Mark died I joined the mafia in place of him. And he's pretty much the big boss." Harry says it quickly.
"I'm not fucking dumb." I tell Harry shaking my head. "You and I both know that I know that. And that's a conversation for another time. But what was Liam talking about?" I ask Harry again angrier this time.
I'm still glad he finally got around to telling me about the mafia even though I already knew. I researched the ring he gave me out of curiosity.
"Okay." Harry says looking into my eyes. I watch the way his eyes examine me. Like they're memorizing me. It's obviously bad. "Can you please stay until I'm done. No matter what happens." Harry tells me slowly.
His eyes plead for me to say yes. So I do. "Okay." I agree to what he says. I don't know yet if I'm walking away when he's done.
"The reason I started hanging out with you is because of a dumb bet." Hary tells me. My first thought is how long he kept this going on for. How long did us not become the bet.
"What was the bet Harry?" I ask him. I know why he called it dumb. He doesn't want me to ask. He wants me to disregard it but I know better.
Harry studies me slowly like he's not sure if I'll break when I say it. "Liam made this bet on the first day of school before we went in. I was telling him that I felt bad for you being bullied and he told me it was because you were rich. And I told him it wasn't okay anyways and then he decided to come up with this bet..." Harry lingers on his words.
I make a hand motion telling him to continue on with it. I'm already mad. "Liam made this bet. Where I was supposed to make you fall in love with me and when you told me how you felt I was supposed to not talk to you for three weeks." Harry tells me. It suddenly strikes me that it wasn't just our friendship that was a lie.
It was the way he talks to me. The way he touches me. The way he kisses me. The way he saves me. The way he does everything for me. Everything about every little thing has been a plot to get me to hurt. "Oh." I say looking at the ground. So we never were going to buy that house or raise the girls together.
We never really were anything. It hits me like a pound of bricks and weighs me down to the ground. Then I remember the way Niall walked away. I remember Niall talking to Zayn about some bet. I didn't ask because I thought it was between them. But Niall chose Zayn over me.
Everyone chose something over me. And with Harry it's worse. With Harry it was never real. The way I feel about him, he doesn't feel for me. Is this conversation him giving up on the bet. Is the reason Liam told me because of his deadline or something?
I don't realize when I got there. But I'm cradling my legs against the cold concrete. The only thing holding me up is the pillar and my legs. My legs that are brought tight to my chest. I can't breathe. I can't breathe. It wasn't ever real.
"Louis." Harry says tapping on my shoulder. He repeats it. I barely hear it through the fuzz in my mind. When I look up to face him I see the worry in his eyes.
That's when I feel it. His hand lingering on my shoulder. He doesn't get to touch me. He's already touched me in a lying way. He doesn't get to touch me. I repeat it in my mind until I scream it out loud. "Don't touch me!" I scream at him. I get up quickly off the ground itching my hands. But I know I can't do it this time. Lottie needs me. I promised her. I won't do it this time.
I realize that the way he described me is a lie. The reason I like my body now is all a lie. "Louis!" Harry yells after me. I didn't even notice how I was running. I just wanted to get away from there. But I don't stop. I let him keep on yelling. I don't turn back.
He grabs onto my shoulder making me turn around. "I said don't touch me!" I yell in his face. He doesn't take his hands off of me this time.
He leaves them on me so I can't leave.
When I look into his eyes this time all I see is a liar. "Louis it's obviously not like that anymo-" He can't finish his sentence before I pull my fist out and punch him in the jaw.
I don't give a fuck if he's in the mafia or not. I let the ring he gave me leave a mark on him before I take it off. "You want my help?" I say pulling the ring off of my fingers and still not looking at him. I can't right now. Nothing in me has the strength to look at him and know it'll be the last time. Or to know what he's done when I look at him. "I love you. There." I say throwing the ring onto the ground. "And I HATE that I do!" I yell again. "I hate that I still love you after this.
"So does that mean we're staying together?" Harry asks me. I look up into his eyes this time. They bring vile to my throat knowing what he did. It makes me sick the way I looked at him twenty minutes ago. But something in me wishes I could look at him that way again.
"What in your right mind makes you think that I ever even want to see you again?" I slip poison into my words and say them harshly. I don't look up to see the way they affect. "We're done Harry." I say quietly. I turn around this time and he doesn't stop me. I don't look back at him when I say it. "I hope you're happy." I say simply feeling my tears flowing down my face now.
I look down at my phone searching it for a number to call. I realize that I don't have any. I have nothing because of what he did. He made me lose Niall. So I walk home. I walk home listening to Harry call after me until I've gone far enough so I can't hear him calling for me anymore. I don't know if Harry's still grounded in that spot calling out my name.
I'd like to say I don't care but I do. I'm in the shower now. Laying down. I was going to stand up and take one but that was too much. I could've plugged the bathtub and change it but I didn't have the energy.
Suddenly I hear the front door open. Fuck. Did the girls have to walk home? It's my carpool day too. Fuck. I don't want to know how long they sat at the school and daycares waiting for me.
I tie the towel around my waist and run downstairs. I still have water dripping from me but I don't care it's just the girls.
When I get downstairs I realized how they got home. Harry stands inside and both of the girls are trying to drag him inside. "I can't go. I have work. But I love you guys." Harry says with tears in his eyes.
  I could tell he was crying earlier but I couldn't find it in me to care. "Go upstairs guys." I say to all of the girls. Everyone looks at me. Lottie senses what's happening so she picks Dory up and grabs the twins arms.
Once they're upstairs I decide to start talking. "Thank you for getting the girls." I tell Harry not looking at him. My eyes linger on the window.
     "It's no problem Lou, I love the girls and yo-" Harry started but I couldn't let him finish. If I let him finish that sentence I will either run into his arms or I'll be going back upstairs to cry in the shower, listen to depressing music, and who knows maybe even cut.
     "I don't fucking care Harry. You ruined every chance you ever had at being with me. You ruined my friendship with Niall. You have done nothing but lies to me. Is your dad even really dead? Or is Harry even your real name?" I pause not knowing what to say. "I don't fucking know you Harry. I don't want you ever coming into this house again and I don't want to ever see your fucking face again. Leave me the fuck alone!" With that I close the door in his face and run upstairs.
     That's it I need to cut, I need the voices in my head to leave again even if it's just for a second. I need to feel the blood run down my skin, I need to feel in control of something. So I cut and I cut deep, not deep enough to make me die or pass out but enough to make the voices fade away a tad. I clean up and decide to go down stairs because I need to make the girls dinner. "Dad where is daddy?" Doris asks me.
     "Daddy is gone it's just going to be me, dad." I say trying not to cry again. I hurry up and make the girls orange chicken. They eat but I don't bother eating because I'm fat.
     I'm worthless and the only reason anyone's ever liked me is because of a bet, a stupid fucking bet. I bet they all eat fooking avocados because they are healthy and basic and ruin everything.
      I can't hold it in any longer, I run upstairs and face plant into the bed. I let all the tears be free, I sob into my pillow.
      I don't know what time I went to sleep but I know I cried myself to sleep. Why does this world hate me so much? I don't want to go to school but I know I have to. I throw on grey sweats and a black jumper.
     I have bags under my eyes along with red circles. I hadn't cut in 1 month before today and I was happy with the way I looked but know I look in the mirror and just see a worthless pig.
     I yell at the girls to get in the car and I drive them to school. Luckily all the girls are staying at a friends house tonight so I can scream and cry and do whatever I want and do whatever I need to help the pain go away.
     It's crazy how much one person can change my life, I wish I could go back to before I got to know Harry because at that time my only worry was getting beat up.
     I wasn't paying attention to where I was walking because I had my head down and I ran into Niall my ex best friend, the boy who chose Zayn and Harry over me. And he doesn't even know I know. "Oh sorry mate." Niall said and that's when I lost it.