The Rationality of Irrationality

Chp.3

A/N: I'm aware of the short chapters. I'm trying so don't hate! Sub, comment, and vote. Love. Bai!

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I'm a little embarrassed when they walk into my room. They were probably expecting it to be girly, pink, and frilly. Instead, we are welcomed- or at least I am- by black, dark blue, and gray furniture and clothing. My bed covered in pillows. My closet/dresser nearly empty, considering it is laundry day. My desk with tons of drawing stuff on it. My tripod with my camera attached. A great set up if I do say so myself.

The boys stare in wonder. My own brother hasn't even really ever been in my room. Crazy, right!?
"Wow, uhh, very... boy?" My brother walks around.

Harry clearly isn't phased.
"So, Kira, who knows?"

"Well, I do, He does, and whoever he told does." I glance around the room, wonder aimlessly to the bed and sit.

"And you haven't told anyone because?" Harry crosses his arms across his chest.

"It's not that big of a deal! So what, we broke up! Do you want me to send out cards?! Or throw a party?! What the hell Harry?!" I exclaim then fall backwards to lay on my bed.
"Someone better explain something to me right now..." My brother demands.

"So, I broke up with Louis. And, Harry said he wants to see me. So yeah, how are you lost?" I claimed matter of factly.

"God damn it, Kira, you don't understand!" Harry tugs at his hair.

"Clearly, you guys need to talk this through, so, I'm- I'm gonna leave. Yeah? Yeah." My brother walks to the stairs, and slowly desends.

Harry walks across the room towards me.
"Kira, now."
He holds his phone in front of him.

"Why!? It's pointless. I don't love him anymore. I'm not sure I ever did." I cover my face with my hands.

He sits down next to me. "I know your lying. I know you"

"Nope, I hate him."

"Kira, You. Still. Love. Him. Now, your gonna call him." He uses his mom voice. Harry is the only person who can make me do things. He uses his mom voice and it's like hypnotizing. For anyone else, if I don't want to do something, I'm not gonna do it. But, when Harry whips out the mom voice, it's like a weapon. He can make anyone do anything.

"Ugh, fine, give me the mother fucking phone." I snatched it from us hand and glared at him. I mouthed,'you fucker' as I dialed the number.
It rang twice before someone answered. It was a girl voice.
Thousands of thoughts raced through my head.

Has he moved on? Did he find someone else? Did he cheat on me? Who the fuck is this bitch? Why did she answer HIS phone?

"Hello?" The voice innocent and sweet, said again.
I was lost for words. To far stuck in my own head.
Harry grabbed the phone from me.
"Hey, is Louis there." Harry said awfully nicely.
I could only here slight vibrations from here.
"Thank you. Okay. Bye." He nodded, although she couldn't see him.
He hung up the phone and stuck it in his pocket.
"Louis fell asleep I guess. She said he cried himself to sleep. Kira he misses you. You don't understand." Harry placed his hand on my thy as I sat up.

"Wh-who was that?" I bit the inside of my cheek.

"Uhm, I don't know actually. Maybe a friend?"

I felt my heart shatter.
"What exactly did she say?" My eyes pooled with tears.

"Uh, she said,'Yeah, he's asleep. He cried and cried, but wouldn't tell me why.' Then, she said, He said he made a mistake, and that he shouldn't be here, so he's packing up to leave. I don't know what happened." He restated clearly confused.

I sat there for a few seconds, not making a sound. But, I couldn't hold it in anymore.
I cried. I sobbed. I couldn't stop. I don't know how long it had been since I last cried. But, I know it was a long time ago. It felt good to cry. To let everything out. To not bottle everything up.
Harry hugged me and I hugged him back. I cried into his shoulder.

"Kira, it's okay. I know what your thinking. But, he wouldn't do that. He wouldn't cheat on you. Although, technically he's not cheating now. But, he still loves you, so he would never. I know him. Please trust me." Harry rubbed my back.

"But-" I lifted my head from his shoulder, but cut myself off with a sob. Harry looked me in the eyes. No words were needed. Louis couldn't, wouldn't.
Harry raised his hand and wiped my tears from my cheeks. Then kissed my forehead.
"It's okay. Clean yourself up, and meet me down stairs. We're going over there. Okay?" He said sweetly. He hugged me one more time before strutting down the stairs. He always knew how to cheer me up.
*15 minutes later*
"Brand new. And ready for trouble!" Harry joked as I walked down the stairs.
He was sitting with my brother on the couch, drinking hot chocolate and watching spongebob.

"Let's go!" I ran and jumped on them. Both of them grunted in pain.
"Fat fat!" My brother groaned.
I scoffed then wacked him in the head.

"Get. Off. Of. Me." Harry gasped for air.

I hopped off of them. "Come on, pussies. I'm not that heavy! I weigh 110 pounds and I'm a 17 year old! I'm underweight! Fuckers."
They both laughed.

"Alright, alright! Let's go! See ya later." Harry waved to my brother and walked to the door where I was waiting.

"I'll be back later!" I yelled so my mom could here.
I heard a faint okay through the house.

Brace for impact. Here we go.