My trembling legs finally freed myself from his bike as we were outside my- I mean, our house. I exhaled sharply, swallowing my anxiety before taking a short glance towards him. "Uh, thanks for the ride home."
He kicked the latch on beside his bike and swiftly stood to his feet, licking his bottom lip before he tugged it between his teeth. He frowned his eyebrows as he stared back, looking straight at me. "No problem."
It was awkward. Our relationship as brother and sister was just terrible. We needed to make progress or these next few months were going to be terrible for us. I was just too afraid to speak.
"I love this wallpaper." I whispered, trying to make conversation as I slowly entered the house. What the heck was that? Harry stayed silent for a while, and I knew I must have said something odd.
"It's alright." He murmured back unenthusiastically once we were both in the living room, completely alone.
"So, what do you want to order?" I attempted to produce another conversation, but he merely shrugged as he kicked his boots off and sank down into the sofa opposite the tv.
Oh, my gosh. He was doing it, wasn't he? He disliked me so much he was giving me one word answers to end it. I wanted to converse with him and try to start a friendship after all the fighting. But... he obviously didn't.
I hung my dress up and hopped onto the sofa beside him, making him scowl to himself as he moved away slightly. Talk to me, dammit. "What are you wearing?"
"What?" He snapped.
"Your clothes. Why are you wearing your school trousers and that thick jacket?" I frowned in confusion, tilting my head to the side innocently.
"I don't know, okay? My jeans were...- they were dirty."
I shook my head to myself and tutted a little before sinking into the sofa more. "Are you okay?"
"Jesus, Harley! Stop asking me so many questions! I just want you to be silent, can you do that?" He spoke to me in a patronising manner, raising his eyebrows.
No, I wasn't taking this. "Why am I so repulsive all of a sudden? You can't even look at me, what the heck happened for you to be so distant from me? Have I done something wrong?"
"No, it's not you- well, it is. God, I can't explain it. I don't want to talk about it." He massaged his temple smoothly before running his hand through his soft, brown hair.
I shuffled a little closer toward him, and his hand moved to his own thigh. "So, I did do something wrong?"
"It's not you, it's me. I did something wrong."
"You still can't get over the fish incident?" I whispered to him morosely, and he raised an eyebrow.
"Uh, yeah. It... It still makes me emotional sometimes." He looked down, making me gasp in pure dismay. I didn't know he was still so worked up about that.
"What happened was an accident. I mean, it's hard to get over but we will have to eventually move on." I reassuringly smiled at him, but yet again he didn't show me anything.
He turned to me and scratched the side of his head lightly. "What did you want to eat again?"
I merely shrugged. "Up to you."
"I never tried it."
"Bless," he whispered to himself. "You want to try it?
"What is it?"
"Lamb or chicken. I like the lamb." He suggested and licked his bottom lip at the thought of it. I swallowed, inhaling and nodding my head.
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Harley Thomas; an anxiously wrecked Christian who thrives on judging those who sin. Harry Styles; an emotionally wrecked Atheist who thrives on sinning.