avery → h.s

part nine

"Hey lady! Your dress' hot!" Louis screamed to a lady with her man in the front door. He laughed to himself after that.

I've stayed at his palace for a few hours later. We were doing some eating competition like we used to do years ago. Eating's his forte. He chewed the foods very fast. In fact, he can done five plates on his table in ten minutes. No not really, that sounds horrible. On one hand, I was a pro at this too. However we still managed to not to look like somebody who haven't eat for days. That'll surely be embarassing.

By the time I was about to surrender and unexpectedly, I won. Here's the trick though a) make him blab and blab about things you don't even know b) make jokes that would make him laugh to death.

He didn't want to accept the fact that he lost, so he put on another competition. My stomach started to hurts in satiation. And he challanged me to drink as many champagne as much as I can. I refused it, I want to get back now. I need to be sober until the night. When I turned to the window, it was already dark. Louis being stubborn he was, he insisted me. Those champagne he willing to give was extremely expensive. This guy's a rich.

Apparently he was high and I just laughed the ass out of me since he kept entertaining me with his corny jokes. He also told me his funny stories about how his dad, you know how fierce he was, purposed his mother. He told me that his parents shared a complete opposite. Yes, his mother was tender.

Can you believe his father purposed her on a cheesy typical show in the local channels?

Unfortunately the man who stood beside the lady seemed to be provoked by Louis. He took steps closer upon our table with the lady followed behind. That wasn't going to be good. The man gloated us with both hands on his hip.

"Did you just hitting on my fiancé?" His voices firm. I noticed the conflict was about to happen.

"Slow down, big guy. Can't you see that my friend can't hold his own senses right now?" I placed my hands against his chest, to make him back up.

"Watch your wooden-headed friend, British guy," He scolded. British guy? Really? Did my accent is that thick?

"I'll call you airhead, mr. Longpants." Louis quipped after that guy was out of sight. We both stare at each other for two seconds then burst out laughing. Alright, now my stomach started to get really hurts. It happened to made me accidentaly took a glance to the window.

"I should get going. It's - " I turned to my watch. " - already 8?!"

"Go away, Harold, I'm going to find some girl to hook up tonight," He winked. A bottle which he was gripping tossed to the air. "Cheers to Styles!"

He was always grinning that time. I wondered if Eleanor ever saw him in this condition. Louis and Eleanor have been dating for months, and now their relationship is, how do I put this, sinking. Regardless, leaning one hand on the chair while the other one gripping the bottle that made him completely lose his common sense. He looked like a lunatic. But hey he's my buddy I love him.

Get your grip folks, not love in the weird way.

I was running out breath by the time Avery's house was in sight. She sat on the front door, hands on her knee, and her expression was unreadable. Was she going to be mad on me? I held on to my knee as I was trying to commit my respiration. I was seriously a piece of work on workouts.

"Ave, I'm so sorry - " I swallowed my saliva. Jeez, that sounds gross. "You're mad at me, aren't you?"

She tilted her head in return. Actually it was 10/10 our both faults. One, she should've bring her house key on her own everytime she went out. Two, well I dislike my attitude for this, why did I make countless mistakes on her? If I knew I brought her keys, I should've came five hours earlier. So yeah, if she was going to slap me that's fair.