I've never been more confused in my life than I am at this moment. My head was spinning from the sudden mood change of laughter and a light atmosphere to a heavy tension so thick in the air that a knife would snap in half if even attempting to cut through it. This was very fucking unexpected. I was not here in my house to see 5 teenage boys - or whatever the fuck they were - in my living room with their dumbass skinny legs on the table. Wine filled half way in their glasses were help tightly in their hands while they acted as if they were at the top of the damn world. I was practically seething on the spot once I recognized the wine bottle sitting with no care by the couch on the dust-filled floor.
Do they know the shit I went through to get that? Do they know how expensive it fucking was? Do they know I had that specific wine shipped to me for a specific reason? Do they fucking know that their drinking one of my most prized possessions and that the bottle is already three quarters gone?
The fuckers glanced at me with bored expressions on their faces until it turned to terrified to fake confidence.
"Who the fuck are you?" I state though I didn't care. I glared at every pathetic creature that decided to stepped onto my property and drink my wine. Who did they think they were?
The blonde haired man with beautiful blue eyes stared at me innocently. His fingered twiddling with each other before opening his mouth and then closing it.
"Again, who the fuck are you?" I spoke loudly, creating an atmosphere that was more uncomfortable than ever. My eyes glanced to see who else was in the room, shocked to see two faces I hadn't seen all week. Louis and Henry? I've met him but can't seem to catch up with my memory. I would've been happy to see Louis but not in this situation. I didn't feel the need to see or talk to anyone at the moment. They were both looking at me intently, waiting for me to punch a wall, bring out a bulldozer or some random shit. I was ready to do it. Hell, I was ready to do anything to get these assholes out of my house and get a chance to eat in silence. The food was practically screaming at me, yelling that it wanted to be eaten and I couldn't be there to do that cause of these intruders.
"Well I'm Louis-"
"Shut the fuck up."
"I was introducing myself like you asked." He stated a matter-of-factly.
"And I'm ready to shove my foot up your ass so stop the bullshit."
He held his small hands up in defence. A defeated look on his face as he finally understood that I wasn't playing games.
I wasn't even mad at the fact that they were here. Hell, I could care less about that. It's just that I have that weird feelings like someone will say something I won't enjoy. Something I might even dread. Also the fact that they were drinking my wine without any consent. No one knows the real reason why I have that. No one knows how meaningful it is to me. I want to scream it at the top of my lungs that they shouldn't have put it anywhere near their lips. But it would only remind me of the reasons as to why I despise anyone touching that one bottle. That one bottle that seems to have no meaning now that it's half gone. Sure I could've gotten another easily, but it just doesn't seem the same. It won't have that special feeling like the world depends on it.
"Atty," Milan breathes. "Just listen, please. Don't make this hard on us, we've been stressing about this all day."
My confusion and anger only grows more but I keep it down for the sake of my friends. They were hiding something that they knew I clearly wouldn't like. But I'm clueless as to what. What could possibly drive me madder than I am at this very moment?
They could see the indignant expression glued to my face. Daniel grabbed my hand and rubbed it gently with his thumb. One of the few ways to calm me down enough to stop steam from seeping out my ears. That was when I came to my senses. Daniel was just as clueless as me, if not more. I gave him a forced smile, though it was more of a grimace. He saw through it and nodded his head in understanding.