"Look... Harry I'm sorry about inviting Ashton over last night, I thought you guys could resolve things..." Louis' voice rang over the answering machine, I chose not to answer his fucking call. He was an asshole and I didn't appreciate his little stunt last night... at all.
"I know it was a dick move, and I shouldn't have done it. Just... Please don't ignore me? We've been friends for years, yeah? Don't let this ruin everything."
"I'm gonna kill the fuckers turtle." I hissed, deleting the message off my answering machine. I pulled my t-shirt over my head, sighing as I glanced at the clock. It was just a little past noon and I was just getting up. I wasn't as hungover as I thought I would've, which was a good thing for me since I was supposed to head to the bakery for a shift.
It wasn't too long of one, just a few hours to keep me distracted from my life that seemed to be going straight to hell.
I wonder if it's nice down there... Hopefully it's better than here... God... Is Louis going to be there?

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"Harry, you alright love? You seem awful distracted." Betty, my boss, came up to me about an hour into my shift. I had known Betty since she moved here, her and my mum had been close friends when she first moved in but then mum left and things fell apart there. Betty was a kind woman, with three kids of her own. She offered me a job here back when I was 15 and I've been working here ever since.
"I'm fine... Just didn't sleep too well last night is all. How are you by the way? It's been a while since I came in."
"Oh I'm quite alright, Alex just got home from college not too long ago. You remember Alex?" I only nodded, trying not to cringe. It was amazing that the town didn't know about Alex and I, but then again no one knew except for us.
"Well he was asking about you the other day, you two were such good friends when you were little." Betty was so oblivious it almost hurt, I just gave her a tight smile though. I couldn't let her see that I was kind of falling apart inside.
"Here's his number so you guys can reconnect." Betty handed me a sheet of paper, which I took with shaking hands. I didn't want to call him, I wasn't going to call him.
"Why don't you head home early tonight? I'll see you tomorrow." Betty patted my shoulder, giving me a soft smile that was supposed to make me feel better.
"Yeah... Thanks Betty, I'll see you tomorrow." I didn't need to be told twice when it came to going home, I was out of that bakery faster than you could say I killed Liam's turtle. When I got outside, I shivered a little as the cold September air hit my bare arms. I didn't like the cold, preferring the warmth of summer over the cold of fall... but I did enjoy the colors that fall brought with it.
Winter was my least favorite season, and it wasn't just cause it was cold. It brought with it too many memories that I wish would just go away.
Spring was probably the best, to me it brought change. A new beginning that just couldn't wait to start...
I wish it was that easy though.
I reached my home a little sooner than I wanted to, actually enjoying my alone time as I walked. I walked up the front steps, my hand hovering over the doorknob but I didn't get the chance to open it before Niall's voice called me over. I turned away from my door, plastering that fake smile upon my face as I walked to the edge of my porch. Niall was sitting in his chair much like he always did, a book in his lap.
"Hey slut dresser." I called out, my smile slowly becoming real now.
"Speak for yourself Styles, you skipped out on me last night!" Niall put the book down on the chair as he stood up, leaning against the railing of his own porch.
"Sorry, I had friends over last night." "We're friends, aren't we?" "Yeah, but they're my asshole friends. You're my sunset friend." "That's not a very uh... Manly name."
"It's what you are though, I don't just watch sunsets with anyone you know..." I cracked a smile when Niall let out a small giggle.
"Is that so? Then, would you care to join me for another sunset in the back tonight?"
"I got a better idea.... Fancy for an adventure Mr. Horan?"
"Depends, where are we going?" His head tilted to the side a little, his eyes lighting up as he looked at me.
Maybe that was the moment I realized I was falling for Niall. Or maybe it was just a simple shot in the dark... All I knew was that there was no denying that I had feelings for the blonde haired, blue eyed boy who dressed like a slut. And there was no doubt in my mind that I was screwed. But how could I not be? With a smile like that? Silly little slut dresser.

Notes

Earlier my father told me that people from the UK (back in the old days, like really far back in the old days) used to send others, like people that have caused a crime (such as murder) to what we know today as Australia. He said that people from Australia have ancestors that have caused a crime bad enough to be sent somewhere else away from other people (if that makes sense), idek what I'm saying/typing anymore bye.