He was sat in the lounge, silent and still in front of the TV. I had no idea what he was watching, I suspected that he didn't know either. He didn't move, instead he had his chin resting in the space between his thumb and index finger, eyes fixated on the large screen. I stood in the doorway, hands on my hips, quietly watching him. My stomach growled, snapping him away from the television.

"Hungry?" He asked, turning his head to face me, a smile slowly spreading across his smug face. I nodded, yawning, my body wanting to shut down and lock me into a dreamless sleep. "What do you want?" He asked, picking up the TV remote, flicking from channel to channel. I shrugged, folding my arms across my body. "William, I don't speak in gestures. Tell me what you want to eat, or I'll leave you to starve." He said in a quieter voice, turning his head to look at me again, before slyly cocking it to the side. He already knew that he was irritating me, as I could see the satisfaction floating around in those evil eyes of his.

"I don't know, Laurie." I said with a sigh, rolling my eyes, letting out a frustrated sigh.

"If you don't fix your attitude, little boy, I will find a way to punish you. Your mother isn't here to save you, like she usually does. I'll just remind you of that, shall I?" He said, standing up, slowly walking towards me. I could already smell his vanilla cologne, it was filling my head, making the part of my brain that hated Laurie with a passion shut up and obey him. I found myself nodding, as he made his way to the kitchen; I followed after him the way that a little puppy does when it hopes for attention from its beloved owner. He walked quickly, and I followed behind him, as quickly as my little legs could carry me.

I had come to the conclusion that Laurie liked to tease me. A grown man, married to a grown woman, like to tease me, a child by law. He liked to see me frustrated, I could see it in his eyes when he looked at me after saying something that he knew would make my skin glow bright red. I didn't know why he enjoyed it, as I hadn't particularly done anything major to him. Before my mother went away on her business trip, he hadn't really spent any longer than ten minutes with me. Before he supported my mother's business ventures, he had been a successful man himself. I didn't know how successful, but, he was successful enough – he had made a lot of money. He probably had millions tucked away, far away from my mother, so that if she needed to fund her business then he could say that he "couldn't afford to help". I smiled to myself, thinking about how smart that was. If he got bored of us, he could easily get away and go wherever he wanted, without having to think about funding my mother and I.

"You can pick whatever you like, your mother isn't here to criticise." He said bluntly, standing behind the stove, hands resting on the top of it.

I walked right past him, feeling his eyes on me as I waddled over to the fridge. My mind implored me to give up eating, curl into a ball in bed, and pretend that I didn't exist. But, the little monsters that made my stomach grumble forced me to eat. Placing a hand on my hip, I scanned everything inside, trying to find something that agreed with me. Laurie remained silent behind me, he was watching me in the way that he always did when I was in the room with him.

I chewed my bottom lip, as I pushed things aside in the fridge, searching for something that I didn't particularly want to consume. I pulled out a bottle of orange juice and a huge bar of chocolate. Laurie didn't bother to express his disappointment, but I knew that he was, as he was staring at the ground. I rolled my eyes again, walking straight past him, leaving him in the kitchen.

I wasn't intending on eating the food items in my arms; I was going to leave them on my bedside table and maybe touch them if I got desperate. I didn't hear him move behind me to resume his place in the lounge, he simply stayed in the kitchen. I had no idea what his problem was, inside I wished that he would just leave me alone to do whatever I wanted. If I had my way I wouldn't be doing my schoolwork, I would be sat in my room, staring up the ceiling and feeling sorry for myself. I shook my head, knowing that I was pathetic, even more so as I was completely out of breath when I reached the top of the stairs. Stopping, closing my eyes for just a moment, I resumed my path to my room, kicking it open with my foot. Fumbling around in the pitch black, I put the offending items onto my bedside table, before switching on my lamp. I sat down on my bed, tucking my legs under my body, my attention quickly turning to the two figures standing across the street.

They appeared to be deep in conversation, one of the figures smaller than the other. Being the peeping-tom that I was, I crawled to the end of my bed, heading over to the window. I sat there silently and still, watching the two people as they continued talking. The taller one reached out to touch the other one's shoulder, but they shrugged off the embrace, looking down at their shoes with a shrug. The conversation ended with the taller one looking up at the night sky, as the smaller one tried to make up for the absence in their enthusiasm. The taller one shook their head, the smaller one turned on their heel with their hands in their pockets, leaving the taller one behind. I cocked my head to the side, my fingers resting on my bottom lip. The taller one moved forwards a little to stand under the light of the streetlamp, tucking their hands into their pocket. From what I could tell, it was Theo, his longish hair curly. He looked over in my direction, I found myself freezing, as if our eyes were locked on each other's. He appeared to smile, raising a hand to wave at me. I raised my own, rocking it from side to side. He put his hand over his mouth, blowing a kiss at me, cocking his head to the side. I found myself blushing, looking down at the floor. I watched him turn towards his house slowly walking up the gravel path to the front door.

"It's late." Laurie said from behind me, causing my heart to race. I held my hand against my chest, my eyes widening from the small shock. I stared at his reflection in the window in front of me. He had undone a few buttons on his white shirt, his tattoo was showing. I felt something in the pit of my stomach, I held it as I stood up, quickly closing the curtains. "I wouldn't have anything to do with him, if I were you. He's not exactly the best." He said crudely, looking me straight in the eyes.

"And why would you care, Laurie? I'm not your son. It doesn't really concern you – who I date or not." I said with a frown, folding my arms, turning my head away from him. He began to chuckle, staring at me with a smug little smile.

"You will learn." He said, backing out of the door, before closing it. I let out an angered sigh, stomping my foot. I could still hear his laughter ringing in my ears, as I pulled my hoodie over my head, tossing it into the corner of the room – my old underwear soon followed it. I closed my eyes, taking in a deep breath, trying to take my mind off any image of Laurie. I could still hear his laughter, and I could see him undoing his shirt, his tattoo standing out against his skin. I quickly opened my eyes, shaking my head, heading over to my bed.

I switched off my lap, covering my body with my blanket, looking up at the ceiling. There weren't enough cracks that I could count that could take my mind off Laurie; I could've sworn that he knew what he was doing to me, how he was making me feel.

I squeezed my eyes shut, turning onto my side, hoping that sleep would take over me sooner rather than later.
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Day Three: A song that reminds you of summer - Don't Look Back In Anger by Oasis

A.N
Alright ladies and centipedes, I'm insanely sorry for my slow updates. I'm a tired mess of stress and work and A-Levels and homework and essays etc etc. Hopefully everything will die down soon, so I can get more chapters up for you boys because I love you all dearly trust me <3

Also, everybody needs to listen to Oasis in the summer because it's the rule x We're skipping spring because we don't need it, and we're going straight to Summer.

Thanks for reading this mediocre story, and in the words of Liam (the babe) Gallagher, 'as you were' x