Juniors

December 25, 2018; Louis

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Harry mother fucking Styles is a bitch and a half.

I think this to myself when I wake up on December 25th, the day after my birthday. And I also text it to Zayn.

z-daWG: what'd he do this time?

Louis: fucking didn't do anything for my birthday.

Louis: not even a text.

z-daWG: lou, u guys rnt evn close nymore. ofc he ddnt do nything

Louis: he said happy birthday on Facebook last year!!!!! Couldn't even be bothered to do that now.

z-daWG: yr just mad bc ur like in luv w him

Louis: Okay duh!!!! He lives two houses down, Z!!! Couldn't find it in him to just freaking text??????

z-daWG: that's rude, i agre

z-daWG: k but plans for 2nite-----party @ Luke's

z-daWG: ash said he thinks his bro will give us alcohol

Louis: Okay cool, I'll be there

z-daWG: k cya then. gl w has

Louis: don't call him that, bitch

z-daWG: whteva

I sigh, putting my phone back onto my bed next to me and groaning. Why am I so hooked on this boy?

Maybe it's because every day I'm forced to see Ashton and Luke passionately make out and also see Harry and Gigi passionately make out. It really does something to a person, you know.

But really. He could've texted.

"Hey, Harry didn't do anything for your birthday yesterday, did he, Lou?" My mom points out as my sisters open Christmas gifts excitedly.

"No, he didn't. Thanks for the reminder, mum," I say, taking a long swig of my coffee. She puts her hands up in surrender.

"Sorry! Just observing. Whatever happened to you two, if I'm allowed to ask? You were so close..."

"I think these observations are better left in your head, mum. Oh, by the way, there's a party at Luke's house tonight, can I go?" I ask, changing the topic as swiftly as possible.

"Which Luke?"

"Luke Hemmings, the one dating that Ashton dude that you like. Ashton will be there too, obviously."

"Will Harry be there?" She asks.

"I don't know, mum. Want me to ask Zayn?" I say, pulling out my phone to do so.

I type out a text as my mom responds.

"If you want to, sweetie. I just don't want anything weird or bad to go on between you two. I'm not sure what happened, but you seemed pretty broken up about it."

Louis: quick question from my mum- will Harry be at the party tonight??

I love my mom, I really do. She's a bit pushy at times, but so understanding.

"Okay, I asked him. It starts at seven, I think."

My family does Christmas pretty late in the afternoon compared to other families, since none of us tend to wake up on non-school mornings before noon.

z-daWG: idk man prolly not

z-daWG: thnk th cheerledrs r hving a prty 2 so he'll b there

Louis: k thanks mate

Louis: want to come hang for a few hours before the party?

z-daWG: sure what tme

Louis: come @ 1:45 ish

z-daWG: kk

"Zayn doesn't think Harry'll be there. Also, I told him he can come over around one forty-five-ish, is that okay?" I ask my mom, following her and my sisters into the kitchen for lunch.

"That's fine, sweetie."

Once Zayn arrives we go straight to the basement.

"So, what's the deal with you and Mr. Styles. I can't tell if you're actually in love with him or just act like it to be funny," Zayn says, shuffling through some books on the shelves.

"No, I actually like him. I don't know when it started, could've been even in freshman year, I'm not sure. Imagine that, geez."

"Hm," Zayn says. He doesn't question the implication that I've known I'm gay since then. "Well, I hope for both of our sakes that he and Gigi break up soon."

I laugh. "Right, so you don't have to hear me complaining about it all the time."

Zayn smiles, standing up from his crouched position to look at me. "Yeah, that, and because... I don't know, Gigi's pretty cool."

My eyes widen in surprise. "She's nice, yeah. You'd fit well together, Z."

He smiles nicely and nods. "Thanks, man."

The party starts at seven, but Zayn and I don't get there until eight. Zayn has this thing about looking amazing at every single thing he goes to. I'm the opposite. Like, Zayn's wearing black jeans, orange converse, and a nice orange dress shirt, while I'm wearing my red pants, black sneakers, and a plain black t-shirt.

As soon as we walk into Luke's giant house, we're greeted by a beaming Ashton holding hands with an equally as glowing, and obviously already tipsy, Luke.

"Louis, Zayn! Hey, how've you been? Want a beer?" Luke practically yells over the music. I leave Zayn to socialize with them and head into the kitchen on my own. I've been in Luke's house a few times before and am able to locate a non-alcoholic beverage within seconds.

I stand just outside the kitchen and watch people talk. Normally I'd be out and having fun, but I promised my mom that since it's Christmas break and I have to spend time with my sisters a lot I won't get too drunk. 'Too drunk' from my mom means the most sober a person can be, though, so I'm at the sidelines tonight.

It's still fun, though, and watching couples kiss isn't too sad for me.

"Hey, Louis!" Ashton greets me soon after I find my place. "You ran away so quickly earlier, I didn't get to talk to you!"

"Oh," I laugh awkwardly. "Yeah, I guess I did. What's up?"

"Not much, man, not much. I did want to thank you, though."

"Oh? For what."

"For getting Luke and I together. I mean, besides Harry you were really the only one who's made any move to get us how we are now," Ashton says seriously.

"Oh, that," I say, trying to brush off that he said Harry was just as into getting them together. "That's no big deal."

"No, it means a lot to Luke and me. Really, dude," he says intently. "I really hope you find love too, soon."

Ashton's definitely a bit drunk, but I'll indulge. "Oh? Thanks, Ash. Any ideas for a contender?"

He laughs loudly. "As if there are any contenders. Louis, you know Harry's made for you. I just can't wait for you to both realize that."

And even though I promised my mom I wouldn't drink and stuck to that promise, I feel like I'm allowed to text Harry something. If I regret it later, I'll have something to blame it on.

Louis: merry christmas, haz:)